"Arrived!" said the count, looking round him.
"For the evening, at all events, count," answered the partisan; "for the few paces we have to go we can take on foot."
Speaking thus the Montonero had attached the bridle of his horse to the pommel of his saddle, and removed the stirrups.
"But our horses?" asked the captain.
"Do not disturb yourself about them."
"But they cannot remain thus."
"They will not remain here; be easy, care will be taken of them."
The count and the captain alighted.
"Well," resumed Zeno, "now wait a bit."
He then took a whistle which was hanging at his neck by a gold chain, concealed under his clothes, and gave a long and shrill whistle.