"Did she kill them?"
"Unfortunately, no. One of them, although no doubt grievously wounded, was able to escape."
"Which of them?"
"The Babbler."
"Well, and then?"
"Why, then Doña Luz made me swear to come to you, and say stop a bit," said the savant, trying to recollect the words.
"Black Elk, the hour is come!" the hunter, impetuously interrupted.
"That's it! that's it!" said the savant, rubbing his hands for joy, "I had it at the tip of my tongue. I must confess it appeared rather obscure to me, I could not fancy what it meant; but you will explain it, will you not?"
The hunter seized him vigorously by the arm, and drawing his face close to his own, he said, with an inflamed look and features contracted by anger,—
"Wretched madman! why do you not come to me as quickly as possible, instead of wasting your time like an idiot? Your delay will, perhaps, cause the death of all your friends!"