“I hoped that I would be killed in battle before that time should arrive. Then I thought of flight; but I would have been safe nowhere, and I might as well die here as elsewhere. I expected to die; but the Great Spirit sent you to me, and now I wish to live.”
“You might fly with me, and we might escape together, if my friend was free. I can not leave him in danger, and I hardly know what I should do without him. I have a plan by which he can be saved, I believe, and then we will have no more trouble.”
“The Great Spirit has surely sent you. What is your plan?”
“What is to prevent us from bringing back the Big Medicine?”
“He is dead.”
“We can bring him to life.”
“Is the white man’s medicine so strong? I would be afraid, if he should return from the spirit-land, that he would tell the warriors how I had deceived them, and then they would be more angry than ever.”
“I do not say that I can really bring him back to life. I will be the Big Medicine.”
The girl uttered an exclamation of joy, as her quick wit caught Silverspur’s meaning.
“But he was so old and ugly,” she said, “and you are young and—”