"Oh! I will not wake him, be assured of that; I only wish to see him."
"See him, then," Trangoil-Lanec replied, smiling.
Valentine went in. He looked at his friend, peacefully sleeping; he leant softly over him, and impressing a kiss upon his brow, whispered—
"Sleep, dear brother, I will watch."
The lips of the wounded man moved; he murmured—
"Valentine, save her!"
The Parisian knitted his brow, and drew himself up again.
"Come here, chief," he said to Trangoil-Lanec, "and tell me the details of what has passed, that I may know how to avenge my brother, and save her he loves."
The two men quitted the tent.