“And are the Kiowas here, too?”
“Yes. They really ought to die; any other tribe would torture them, but the good Kleki-Petrah taught us to be merciful, so they are to pay a ransom and go home.”
“And my three comrades?”
“They are bound, and are in a room like this. They are well cared for, because he who is to die by torture must be strong to endure or it is no punishment.”
“And are they really to die?”
“Yes.”
“And I?”
“You, too.”
“Will Winnetou come to me?”
“No.”