“When the wind blows,
Then the mill goes!”
sung Cute.
“You objected, then, to this proposed marriage?” Percy said to Oneotah, continuing his inquiries.
“Yes; and I resolved to escape from him. Chance aided my design. Our little village was surprised by a party of Nez Perces, led by a chief named Owaydotah, and I willingly became his captive.”
“He took you to the Nez Perce village?”
“Yes.”
“And there you met the young chief, Multuomah?”
Oneotah’s voice sunk to a musical whisper as she answered:
“Yes.”