"I don't know anything much about them."
"What are their names?"
"Belhumeur and Loyal Heart."
"And you know nothing of their lives?"
"Nothing."
"That will do—you may retire."
The guide bowed, and with tardy steps rejoined his companions, who were preparing for departure.
"Hum!" the general murmured, as he looked after him, "I must keep a watch upon that fellow; there is something sinister in his manner."
After this aside, the general entered his tent, where the doctor, the captain, and Doña Luz were waiting breakfast for him.
Half an hour later, at most, the tent was folded up again, the packages were placed upon the mules, and the caravan was pursuing its journey under the direction of the Babbler, who rode about twenty paces in advance of the troop.