"It is well," the hunter replied.
Without any further explanation, he saddled two horses, and waited with apparent indifference. Moukapec slept, or feigned to sleep. Ellen offered her hand to Don Pablo, and said, in a trembling voice—
"Farewell!"
"Oh!" the young man exclaimed, "Remain, Ellen, I implore you!"
The squatter's daughter shook her head sadly.
"I must rejoin my father," she murmured; "Don Pablo, let me go."
"Ellen! Ellen!"
"Farewell, Don Pablo!"
"Oh!" he said, in his despair, "Can nothing move you?"
The maiden's face was inundated with tears, and her bosom heaved.