"I do not care for your numbers. If there were a hundred of you, I would attack you all the same."
"By Heaven! For the rarity of the fact, I should be curious to see the combat of one man against twenty."
"You will do so ere long."
And, while saying this, the Scalper pulled his horse back several paces.
"One moment, hang it," the hunter exclaimed sharply; "let me say a word to you."
"Say it."
"Will you surrender?"
"What?"
"I ask you if you will surrender."
"Nonsense," the Scalper exclaimed with a grin; "you are mad. I surrender! It is you who will have to ask mercy ere long."