“Does the white boy remember when he saw Long Knife in a canoe with a white maiden?”
“Yes.”
“The white boy tried his best to kill Long Knife.”
“And why shouldn’t I?” cried Joe. “The white maiden was my sister. Long Knife had no right to carry her off.”
“Long Knife has a right to do as pleases him,” answered the Indian coldly. “He bows to no law of the white man.”
To this Joe did not answer.
“The white boy has found his mother here?” went on the Indian.
“Yes. And you have no right to keep her a captive either.”
“Bah! The white boy must not talk in that manner to a chief of the red warriors. Does the white boy know why I have brought him here?”
“To keep me a prisoner, I suppose.”