He was not afraid to die.
He thought of the terrible, because unknown life beyond the grave—and of Vinnie!
Would she weep when he was gone?
He trusted so, and stood calmly awaiting the great change.
CHAPTER III.
VINNIE’S STRATAGEM.
Vinnie’s face was very pale, but she did not cry out. A wild fear, an awful terror, was tugging at her heart, but she would not give way to it. She knew she would need all her native courage and coolness in the ordeal which she foresaw she must endure.
Ku-nan-gu-no-nah’s hand retained its rough grip on her arm, and his harsh voice repeated:
“Come. Sun-Hair must go!”
Resistance would, she knew, be of no avail. It would only serve to arouse the Indian’s passions to a still higher pitch of intensity—to make him, if possible, still more demoniac, and still more determined than ever to fulfill his vow, and carry out his intention to abduct and bear her away to his wigwam.
She must have recourse to stratagem.