“Leave us for a little while, girl; I want to speak to the lady alone,” Girty said.
Without a word, Kate left the wigwam.
Captor and captive were face to face.
The loathing that swelled in the heart of the girl was plainly visible in her face as she looked upon the man who had betrayed her into the hands of the savages.
“Do you know who I am, girl?” Girty asked.
“You are Girty, the renegade,” Virginia answered, calmly, though every vein was throbbing with indignation.
“You are right. I am Girty, and the settlers call me the renegade.”
“Yet I can hardly believe that you are that dreadful man.”
“Why not?”
“Because you have the face of a human, and his should be the face of a wolf.”