By his touch he discovers the aperture, and glides into the hollow, at the very instant the two bravoes stepping forward quickly from either side of the tree, encounter each other’s extended hands in front.
San. (raising his poniard) Die!
Len. Hold! ’tis I—your comrade!
San. Why did you not answer before, I took you for—hark?
Bertrand comes through the trees from the top of the stage.
Bert. Hist! Sanguine?—Lenoire?
San. Here!—both of us.
Bert. (coming forward) Why did you whistle?
San. In answer to your call—you hallooed to us.
Bert. When?