"Foo! Let my brothers go and look."
A number of Indians rushed to do his bidding, but returned with faces that told of being baffled. No one was to be found.
"Did not the Medicine of the Sioux hear me talking to them?" questioned the prisoner.
There was another whispered conversation, and then the Medicine resumed: "I know how to unlock his lips and make him cease his lies," and he gave some command in a very low tone.
In an instant after, the doctor, strong man as he was, trembled, reeled and groaned aloud. Dragged along between two of the most brutal-looking warriors, with their hatchets whirling about her head and threatening death in case of resistance, was the girl he loved!
"For Heaven's sake save me!" she screamed, as soon as she saw him, and rushing forward threw her arms around his neck and fell almost fainting upon his bosom.
"My life for yours—a thousand deaths of torture to save you a single pang," he murmured, as he pressed her to his heart.
"Tear them apart," yelled the chief, and then turning to the Medicine he asked under his breath, "Where is your prisoner?"
"Safe in my cave."
"There let him stay until this trial is over. Then he must be released and the girl given to him. I have so promised. Now to find out what we wish to know."