"That is true. Very well, then; at the moment of your departure, my major-domo shall place, on my part, written instructions in your hands."
"Caramba!" said Valentine, laughing; "here am I transformed into an ambassador!"
"Do not joke, my friend," said Don Tadeo, seriously. "The mission I confide to you is delicate—dangerous, even; I do not conceal that from you. If the papers of which you will be the bearer are found upon you, you will be exposed to great dangers. Are you still willing to be my emissary?"
"Pardieu! Wherever there is danger there is pleasure. And what is the name of the person to whom I am to remit these despatches?"
"They are of two descriptions. The latter only concerns yourself; during the course of your journey you can make yourself acquainted with them; they will instruct you in certain matters you should know in order to secure the success of your mission."
"I understand—and the others?"
"The others are for Antinahuel, that is, the Tiger Sun, and must be delivered into his own hands."
"A queer name that!" Valentine replied, with a laugh. "And where am I to find the gentleman rejoicing in such a formidable title?"
"By my faith, my friend," replied Don Tadeo, "I know no more than you do."
"The Araucano Indians," interrupted Don Gregorio, "are a rather wandering race, and it is sometimes difficult to find the one you are in search of."