"Perhaps so. Your name, brother?"
"Loyal Heart. Yours?"
"Tranquil. We are friends for life and death."
"I accept, brother. And now let us attend to this poor girl."
The two men shook hands for a second time, and went up to Carmela, on whom Quoniam was lavishing every imaginable attention, though unable to recall her from the profound faint into which she had fallen.
While Tranquil and Loyal Heart took the Negro´s place, the latter hastily collected a few dried branches and lit a fire.
After a few minutes, however, Carmela faintly opened her eyes, and was soon sufficiently recovered to explain the cause of her presence in the forest, instead of being quietly asleep in the Venta del Potrero.
This story, which, in consequence of the maiden's weakness, and the poignant emotions she had endured, it took her several hours to complete, we will tell the reader in a few words in the next chapter.