"Ah!"
"He knows them."
Valentine made a sign of astonishment.
"What! You know them?" he exclaimed.
"Only the man. Curumilla is a chief: his memory is long."
"Ah, ah!" the hunter went on. "Is it possible that I shall obtain in this way the information I have been racking my brains to find?"
The Indian smiled and shook his head.
"Who is the man, chief? Is he a friend?"
"He is an enemy."
"An enemy, by Jupiter! I was certain I had heard his name before."