"Where, then?"
"If you are an emissary of his enemies," replied the smuggler, "you had best return to your mule. I am not the man to betray a friend."
The blunt honour of the outlaw bore its own evidence to Louis; and without a second thought, he answered:—
"I am his son."
"It may be so;" replied the man, "but you are also a courtier; and flesh and blood of that cast are rarely to be trusted. If you dare face the truth, follow me. You will find a man behind that rock, who may tell you what I will not."
"Who might I see there?"
"One that knows whether the Duke de Ripperda has a son."
"His name?" demanded Louis, who observed a strange, treacherous leer in the wild countenance of the other man.
"Martini d'Urbino," returned his comrade.
Louis did not hesitate: "I follow you."