Part 55 (1/2)
”Hum,” Valentine said again; ”well, no matter, we have got you and you'll be very clever if you escape.”
”Who knows?” the pirate muttered.
”Where were you going?”
”To join my friends on the other bank of the river.”
”What friends?”
”Friends of mine.”
”I suppose so.”
”The man is an idiot,” Don Miguel said, with a shrug of his shoulders.
Valentine gave him a significant look.
”Do you think so?” he said.
As the hacendero made no reply, Valentine continued his cross-questioning.
”Who are the friends you were going to join?”
”I told you--hunters.”
”Very well--but those hunters have a name.”
”Have you not one, too?”
”Listen, scamp,” Valentine said, whom the Pirate's evasions were beginning to make angry, ”I warn you that, if you do not answer my questions simply, I shall be forced to blow out your brains.”
Orson started back.
”Blow out my brains!” he exclaimed. ”Nonsense, you would not dare.”
”Why not, mate?”
”Because Red Cedar would avenge me.”
”Ah ah, you know Red Cedar?”
”Of course I do, as I was going to join him.”
”Hilloh!” Valentine said distrustfully. ”Where, then?”
”Wherever he may be.”
”That is true--then you know where Red Cedar is?”
”Yes.”