"And has answered," Finley was quick to say, hesitating to avow the whole truth, even though it was evident it was known from the first to the chieftain.
"Cannot the missionary speak with a single tongue? Does he come to seek Wa-on-mon alone?"
"No," was the prompt response.
"Who comes he to see?"
"The little captive in the hands of Wa-on-mon."
"She is there," said the chief, pointing to the fallen tree upon which little Mabel sat; "he can see her; he may speak to her."
"The missionary thanks Wa-on-mon—may he call him his brother?"
"No," was the sharp response, "the missionary and Wa-on-mon were once brothers, but they are so no longer."
"The missionary thanks Wa-on-mon, but he is not, as yet, ready to talk to the suffering little one."
"Little time remains to do so; she dies at sunrise."