"Thanks, my kind father," she said, eagerly; "thanks for your devotion."
"Do not thank me," the Pirate said, sadly; "perhaps you will curse me some day."
"Oh, never!"
"May Heaven grant it!"
With these words, the accomplices separated.
Pedro re-entered the tent allotted to him, while the Gazelle rejoined Ellen, who was still sleeping her untroubled sleep, smiling at the pleasant dreams that lulled her.
Curumilla lay down again at the entrance of the lodge.