"Who would do me harm?"
"The woods are filled with great bears, with snarling wolves, with panthers, and almost every rock is a den of rattlesnakes."
"Good heaven! Yet you live among them?"
"I fear them not—fear nothing—am strong and know how to take care of myself. The pale-face is weak as a little pappoose."
"Will you not go with me?"
"What if I should? Your feet are swift as those of a doe, mine heavy, as if my moccasins were lead. The chief gave her into the keeping of Metiz, and she must stay in the wigwam."
"Must?"
"Ugh."
"Do you mean that I am a prisoner?"
"Until the chief comes back."