"Valentine, you insult me, the friendship you have for me does not authorise you to act thus; take care, for patience has its limits."
The hunter interrupted him by a coarse laugh.
"You see it, boy," he said sternly, "already you threaten me."
The young man rolled on the ground in despair.
"Oh!" he exclaimed, "I have suffered enough."
Valentine looked at him for a moment with tender pity, then bent over him, and touching his shoulder:
"Listen to me, Don Pablo," he said in a gentle voice.