"What will you do with them?" the She-wolf asked.
"Avenge my father! Was it not for that you summoned me here?"
Without replying, the She-wolf gave her the weapons. The girl, at first, threatened Natah Otann, and then, with a gesture as rapid as thought, threw them down the hill.
"Unhappy girl," Margaret yelled, "what have you done?"
"I avenge my father," she answered, with an accent of supreme dignity.
"Unhappy child, he is the assassin of your father."
"I know it; you have told me so. This man, in spite of his crimes, has been kind to me—he watched over my childhood. Although he obeyed the feeling of hatred his race entertains for the Palefaces by murdering my father, he took his place with me as far as was possible, and almost changed his Indian nature to protect and support me. The Great Spirit will judge us, He whose eye is eternally fixed on earth."
"Woe is me! Woe is me!" the She-wolf yelled, wringing her hands in despair.
The girl bent over the Chief, and cut the bonds that fettered him. Natah Otann sprang to his feet with the bound of a jaguar. The She-wolf made a movement, as if to rush upon him, but she checked herself.
"All is not over yet," she shrieked, "yes! yes! I will have my revenge, no matter at what cost."