The trail led over a low ridge, and at its crest his two guards stopped.
"Here we bid you farewell, Monsieur Achille Garay," said Robert.
"Doubtless you will wish to commune with your own thoughts and our presence will no longer disturb you.

Our parting advice to you is to give up the trade in which you have been engaged.

It is full perilous, and it may be cut short at any time by sudden death.

Moreover, it is somewhat bare of honor, and even if it should be crowned by continued success 'tis success of a kind that's of little value.

Farewell." "Farewell," said Garay, and almost before he could realize it, the two figures had melted into the forest behind him.