"That is true; he told me he had a fearful account to settle with this bandit."
"Well," she said quickly, "be kind enough to let my uncle, I mean Bloodson, capture Red Cedar."
"Why do you ask this of me?"
"Because the hour has arrived to do so, Don Valentine."
"Explain yourself."
"Ever since the bandit has been confined in the mountains with no hope of escape; I was ordered by my uncle to ask you to yield this capture to him, when the moment came for it."
"But suppose he let him escape!" said Valentine.
She smiled with an indefinable expression.
"That is impossible," she answered, "you do not know what a twenty years' hatred is."
She uttered these words with an accent that made the hunter, brave as he was, tremble.