"Ah!" the latter exclaimed on seeing him, "my friend, my dear Valentine, had it not been for Curumilla, we were lost."
"And Doña Angela?"
"Thanks be to Heaven, she is saved."
"Yes," she said, "thanks to Heaven and to these caballeros, who arrived just in time to protect us."
One of the strangers approached.
"Pardon me, sir," he said in excellent French, "but you are the French hunter of whom so much is said—Valentine Guillois, I think?"
"Yes, sir," Valentine answered with surprise.
"My name, sir, is Belhumeur."
"I know you, sir: my foster brother has often mentioned you as his best friend."
"I am delighted that he has kept me in such pleasant memory. Allow me to present to you Don Rafaël Garillas de Saavedra."