“Warriors,” exclaimed the girl Queen, advancing a few steps forward and raising her hand above her head, “to-day has the evil Gualichu been defeated. Treachery sought to steal from you all the little Cacique, the child of Piñone, to carry her away as the puma does its prey. But she was saved—saved by the devotion of the youthful warrior Graviel, and protected by the few brave women and men of the Warrior tribe left within the camp. From her heart, Aniwee your Queen thanks them. Their deeds will be sung by the great tribe, and their children will tell their children, how a youth and a few brave women and men saved the baby Cacique, the child of Piñone.”
“And of Aniwee,” broke from hundreds of throats, “child of our Warrior Queen.”
“What a splendid sight!” exclaimed Lady Vane enthusiastically. “Children, I have never seen a scene more impressive.”
As in effect it was. Freddy, Willie, and Mary dreamt of it that night, as they lay comfortably curled up on their beds of warm skins. Full well they understood now how much Harry and Topsie had enjoyed themselves, when as young Castaways they had lived their free, exciting lives amongst the Patagonian Indians, and congratulated themselves in being where they were.
But all night long Aniwee watched by the fevered couch of the youth Graviel, who had preserved to her the child of her heart.
CHAPTER IV.
Harry and Topsie were awakened the morning following upon that of the fight, by the sounds of the Araucanians returning from the river’s side, where they had been to perform their morning ablutions. It must have been about dawn.