"Thanks, my friend," the general sadly replied, as he pressed his hand; "but believe me, do not trouble yourself about me, but leave me here: your comrades are growing impatient, so pray be off at once."
"I will not go," the hunter said resolutely; "I swear that you shall come with me."
"No, I tell you, I cannot."
"Try."
"It is useless; I feel that my heart fails me. Good-bye, my friend."
Valentine made no answer—he was thinking. After an instant he raised his head, and his face was radiant.
"By Jove!" he said, gaily, "I was certain I should discover a way before long. Leave me alone, I answer for everything. You shall cross as if in a carriage."
The general smiled.
"Brave heart!" he muttered.
"Wait for me," Valentine went on; "in a few minutes I will return, only grant me the time to prepare what I want."