"I?" the other said with a silly air.
"Yes, you."
"A hunter."
"A scalp hunter, I suppose?" Valentine went on.
"Why so?" the other asked.
"I suppose you did not take us for wild beasts?"
"I do not understand you," the bandit said, with a stupid look.
"That is possible," said Valentine, "what is your name?"
"Orson."
"A pretty name enough. And why were you prowling round our bivouac?"