"But you do not know him then?"
"He has been kind to me."
"Silence, child! do not implore the She-wolf," the Chief said, in a gloomy voice. "Natah Otann is a warrior; he knows how to die."
"No, the Chief must not die," the Indian girl said, resolutely.
Natah Otann laughed.
"It is I who am avenged," he said.
"Dog!" the She-wolf yelled, stamping her heel on his face, "silence! or I will tear out your viper's tongue."
The Indian smiled with contempt.
"My mother will follow me," the girl said: "I will unfasten the Chief, in order that he may rejoin his warriors, who are about to fight."
She picked up the dagger, and knelt down near the prisoner; but the She-wolf checked her.