“I did,” answered Glenarvan.
“You die to-morrow at sunrise.”
“Alone?” asked Glenarvan, with a beating heart.
“Oh! if our Tohonga’s life was not more precious than yours!” exclaimed Kai-Koumou, with a ferocious expression of regret.
At this moment there was a commotion among the natives. Glenarvan looked quickly around; the crowd made way, and a warrior appeared heated by running, and sinking with fatigue.
Kai-Koumou, as soon as he saw him, said in English, evidently for the benefit of the captives:
“You come from the camp of the Pakekas?”
“Yes,” answered the Maori.
“You have seen the prisoner, our Tohonga?”
“I have seen him.”