"If you are in need of skins," said the buccaneer in answer, "I have a dozen bulls' skins so fine and beautiful that you would suppose them to be buffalo. I have also a string of boar's hams such as are not cured in any station."
"No, no, my brave friend, I tell you admiration, nothing but admiration has guided me. I arrived from France five days since in the Unicorn, and my first visit is to you, whose merit I am well aware of."
"Truly?"
"As true as I call myself the Chevalier de Croustillac, for you will not be displeased, perhaps, to know with whom you talk. My name is Croustillac."
"All names are a matter of indifference to me, except that of purchaser."
"And admirer, my brave friend, admirer, is that nothing? I, who have come from Europe expressly to see you?"
"You knew, then, that you would find me here?"
"Not exactly; but Providence has arranged it; and, thanks to Providence, I have met the famous Rend-your-Soul."
"Decidedly he is stupid," thought the chevalier. "I have nothing to contend with in such a rival; if the others are no more dangerous, it will be very easy for me to make Blue Beard adore me; but I must find the road to Devil's Cliff. It will be truly racy to be conducted thither by this bear." He spoke: "But, my brave hunter, alas! all glory is bought; I wished to see you, I have seen you."
"Very well, go your way, then," said the buccaneer, expelling a cloud of tobacco smoke.