"It is done!"
"And save him from fire?"
"Fire can not harm him."
"That shall be seen."
A dozen brands were hauled into the pile that had been cast around the prisoner, but, before the inflammable material could ignite, he kicked them aside and walked forth unharmed!
"What said the Great Spirit?" he asked of the wondering savages. "Was it not that no bands could ever fetter him?"
"But," grunted the chief, "fire would have burned had he not got out of the way."
"No more than ice would have done. See!"
He stepped back to where the flames were now burning rapidly, picked up the most intense coals, held them in his naked hands until they went out, and then procured others and tossed them into his mouth, and chewed them down with as much ease as if they had been pleasant food.
"What do you think now?" he asked.