No sooner had the new couple to the first trees, they saw that Hugo left the house hurriedly, was holding a naked sword that glistened in the rays of the sun, but not their dogs followed him and stopped a moment at the door to release the mastiff was chained there.

‘This way, said the girl, who apparently knew the forest. By weeds, until that ash whose branches lean over the water. Do not get me ocupéis, which is run as lightly as you. And now, for the stream. We get wet feet, but we have to lose track of the dog, which is probably as bad as his master ilk.

Saying this, the beautiful girl ran through the center of the stream, perched on his shoulder carrying her frightened hawk hands quickly away branches that blocked the way, sometimes jumping from stone to stone and gaining ground so lightly that he Roger found it difficult to follow. Admirábale so spirited that young, so beautiful, whom he had saved and which in turn sought to save him. Long was his race for the winding creek bed, and when Roger began to have shortness of breath, threw his beautiful throbbing guide on the grass with both hands pressing the troubled breast. Roger stopped. Moments later he regained his usual good humor fugitive, and sitting, almost forgotten the recent hazard, he said: