Don Miguel seized Valentine's arm and clutched it firmly, as he said, with tears in his voice,—
"Friend, restore me my daughter."
"I will do so," the hunter said, with emotion, "or die."
The hacendero went away a few paces, but then hurriedly returned to the Frenchman's side.
"Watch over my son," he said in a choking voice.
"Do not be alarmed, my friend," the hunter answered.
Don Miguel warmly pressed the hunter's hand, uttered a sigh, and retired.
A few moments later, and all were sound asleep in the Teocali, with the exception of the sentries that watched over the common safety.