Her face changed color and she tried to release herself from his hold, but without avail.
Here he unhanded her, and went back and closed the door between the two rooms. Barring it securely he returned, and laying his heavy hand on her shoulder, he bent over till his dark face almost touched hers, and fairly hissed through his set teeth:
“Sun-Hair has a mighty power from the great Manitou. She has escaped Ku-nan-gu-no-nah this time, with her devil-box; but let her beware! If the dog could get at the chief he would kill him, but Ku-nan-gu-no-nah is safe. Before Sun-Hair can open both doors he will be away in the forest. Let the pale-face medicine-woman beware!”
Vinnie did not try to detain him. She could not. All the time he had been speaking, his hard, bony fingers were closed on her shoulder like an iron vise.
He let go his hold suddenly, and an instant later was running across the little open space at the rear of the cabin.
Vinnie saw him disappear among the trees, and then turned and opened the door that led into the other apartment.
In a moment she had undone the fastenings of the other one, and the blood-hound sprung into the cabin.
He stopped before Vinnie, and looking up into her face, gave utterance to a long, low whine.
She patted his head and caressed him, but he would not be satisfied.
Still whining piteously he turned, and with his red eyes fixed on her face walked toward the door.