TECUMSEH. (Menacingly) Beware! Lay not a finger on the girl!
[The Braves fall back.]
PROPHET. There is no law Tecumseh will not break,
When women weep, and pale-face spies deceive.
MAMATEE. Ah, wretch! not all our people's groans could
wring
A single tear from out your murderous eye.
PROPHET. This is my captive, and his life is mine!
[Seizing LEFROY, and lifting his hatchet.]
IENA. (Rushing to LEFROY) Save him! Save him!
TECUMSEH. Your life will go for his—
One blow and you are doomed!
[TECUMSEH grasps the PROPHET'S uplifted axe.]