"No, no, it would be too frightful."
"Good Heaven," Doña Clara said, at this moment, "we cannot remain here any longer, and yet I should not like to abandon the poor man."
"Let us take him with us," Don Sancho quickly remarked.
"But will his wounds permit him to endure the fatigue of a long ride?"
"We are almost at our journey's end," the Major-domo said, and then, turning to the Carib, added—
"We are going to the bivouac of the two buccaneers, who were hunting on the savannah yesterday."
"Very good;" said the chief, "I will lead the palefaces by a narrow road, and they will arrive ere the sun reaches the edges of the horizon."
Doña Clara and her brother remounted. The monk was cautiously placed in front of the Major-domo, and the small party set out again at a foot pace, under the guidance of the Carib chief.
Poor Fray Arsenio gave no other signs of existence but deep sighs, which at intervals heaved his chest, and stifled groans torn from him by suffering.
At the end of three quarters of an hour they reached the boucan, by the near cut, which Omopoua indicated to them.