"Me no confess!" answered Fall-leaf.
Price stamped his foot from very rage. Turning to the guard he said:
"Throw that hell-hound upon the fire between those burning logs!"
The Indian glanced at the burning mass, and then upon the objects by which he was surrounded. The guard were about to seize him, when, turning to Price, he said:
"Me tell all!"
"You will tell me all you know of the federal army, and of your own plans?" asked Price.
"Yes! Me hate you. Me fight you. You steal pale-face—Alibamo—"
Price started, turning pale as death, as he shrieked:
"Pitch him into the fire this instant!"
The guard seized the Indian, and were about to put the order into execution, when a man bearing the appearance of a rough mountaineer, sprang forward.