“How could you have the heart to do it?” said a woman standing by.
“I can do anything that will redound to my own personal gain,” replied Argall.
“You men are ever hunting down some poor female,” remarked the wife of a settler, who had recently bought her for forty pounds of tobacco.
“I take notice that they are very careful to be caught,” returned Argall. “I will now fetch the captive from the gun-room.”
Disappearing within the ship, he presently came out leading a maiden, slow of gait and with bowed head.
“Welcome back to Jamestown, Pocahontas, friend of the English,” cried Adam Clotworthy, who still retained vivid remembrances of her bounty.
Throwing back her head she faced the group of colonists, and in accents of blended scorn and pain poured forth the recital of her wrongs:
“What is this you do to Pocahontas, daughter of Powhatan?
Where is the memory of her kindness?
When starvation slayed your people and sickness