"But—" Don Miguel objected.
Valentine bent down and whispered a few words in his ear. The hacendero started.
"You are right," he muttered.
"Now," the hunter went on, "let us sleep, for I promise you a hard day's work tomorrow."
Everyone seemed to acknowledge the justice of this remark, and scarce a quarter of an hour after it had been made, the hunters were lying asleep round the fire. Curumilla alone was leaning against a larch tree, of which he seemed to form part, watching over the common safety.
[CHAPTER XXXII.]
FRAY AMBROSIO.
We will now return to the gambusinos.
Sutter and Nathan had not said a word to their brother; while he, for his part, did not appear to have recognised them. When all were preparing to sleep, Shaw also laid himself on the ground, while imperceptibly approaching Doña Clara.