"But these terrible quadrupeds; what if they should come and devour me when you are gone?"
"I tell you you have nothing to fear."
"Very well, then I will believe you; after all, I am not a coward, but a man: a royal tiger would not frighten me, and in spite of these sombre looking trees waving to and fro, this silence, and the solitary look of the place, I remain; yes, by Jupiter, I remain; only barricade me in the rear, cut some thick branches, palisade me well round—there, now I think you may leave me, I require nothing more—and yet one word; if I were in danger, do you think you would hear me if I called?"
"Certainly, a whisper may almost be heard in the forest at night—the trees conduct the slightest sound."
"Well, then, give me a shake of your hand. Adieu."
"Adieu, sir; be patient, and, above all, wait for our return."
"Let me alone for that; never fear my leaving this hut alone."
"And cover your head well, for nothing is so likely to give one cold as the night air rushing into the ears."
"And mind, now, don't pray forget me. If you are not here in three-quarters of an hour, I shall fire signals of distress, and make the forest ring again with my maledictions."