"How came you here?" he asked.
"She was coming to meet her lover. Her heart longed for him as the deer for the salt-lick."
"For the love of heaven," exclaimed Olive, "save me from this brutal man. He has killed—"
"If the maiden of the white skin would live she must keep her tongue between her teeth," hissed the Indian girl, with a scowling face and half-drawing her knife.
"You are right, Raven," responded the renegade. "She must not speak, for she would utter nothing but lies."
"Has the pale chief visited his people and brought her present?" again questioned Little Raven.
"No. He found this girl and was hastening back to give her up to the tribe."
"And make Raven his wife?"
"Yes."
"Has he seen any thing of Muck-a-kee?"