"I am waiting for you, Don Louis," she said.
The latter shook his head sadly.
"Alas!" he said, "I cannot fly: my life is not my own. I have sworn to my comrades not to abandon them. Were I to fly, I should be a traitor."
Doña Angela went up to him and bent gracefully over him.
"Farewell, Don Louis," she said. "You are acting as a caballero. Follow your destiny. Your honour is as dear to me as to yourself. I wish it to be unspotted. I no longer insist. Farewell! Give me a kiss on the forehead: we shall not meet again till the day of our death."
All at once a cry was heard in the street, so horrible that the three persons shuddered with terror. The door opened, and Curumilla stalked in: his face was calm, and his step as measured as usual.
"You went out by the door of the corral then, chief?" Valentine asked him.
"Yes."
"But what have you done with Don Cornelio?"
"Free," the Indian said.