"To hang this scamp, who fancies we are fools."
Orson trembled.
"One moment," he said.
"What for?" the hunter asked.
"Why, I do not wish to be hanged."
"And yet, it will happen to you within ten minutes, my good fellow—so you had better make up your mind to it."
"Not at all, since I offer to lead you to Red Cedar."
"Very good—but I prefer going alone."
"As you please. In that case, let me go."
"That is not possible, unfortunately."