"I am listening to you," the other said, trying to hide his anxiety.
"This is the point—rightly or wrongly, your presence here offends me."
"What can I do to prevent that, my dear Señor?"
"A very simple thing."
"What is it, if you please?"
"Leave the tower at once, mount your horse, and be off."
"Oh!" the bandit said, with a forced laugh, "Allow me to remark, my dear señor, that the idea seems to me a singular one."
"Do you think so?" the hunter remarked, coldly; "Well, opinions differ. For my part, I consider it quite natural."
"Of course you are jesting."
"Do you fancy me capable of jesting—before all, with a man like you? I think not. Well, I repeat, be off; be off as quickly as possible. I advise you for your own good."