"Mon Dieu! If you are discovered!"
"I will take precautions not to be so, Madame."
"These Indians are so crafty."
"Bah! If they discover me I shall get out of it by inventing some pretext or other. But I wish to assure myself whether my conjectures are true. I leave you, Madame."
"Go then, since you insist on it," answered she, with sadness, "and heaven bless you."
The young man bowed respectfully to the marchioness, and quitted the enramada. At his exit from the camp, a sentinel half opened his eyes.
"Where are you going, brother?" asked the Indian.
"I have been wakened by the wild beasts. I cannot sleep, and am going to kill one of them."
"Success to you," answered the sentinel.
Lying on the ground, again he closed his eyes.