Don Pablo, who had already gone some yards, turned back with hesitation.
"What do you fear?" she said; "you will still be able to kill me if I deceive you. Oh," she added madly, "what do I care for death, so that I save you!"
"In fact," Valentine remarked, "she is in the right, and then in our position, we must let no chance slip. Perhaps, after all, she speaks the truth."
"Yes, yes," the girl implored; "trust to me."
"Well, we will try it," said Valentine.
"Go on," Don Pablo answered laconically; "go on, we follow."
"Oh, thanks, thanks," she said eagerly, covering the the young man's hand with kisses and tears, which she had seized against his will; "you shall see that I can save you."
"Strange creature," the hunter said, as he wiped his eyes with the back of his rough hand; "she is quite capable of doing what she says."
"Perhaps so," Don Pablo replied, shaking his head gloomily: "but our position is truly desperate, my friend."
"A man can only die once, after all," the hunter remarked philosophically, as he threw his rifle over his shoulder; "I am most curious to know how all this will end."