"And here's the fair Indian."
Was it emotion, or excessive fatigue after her protracted efforts? Dolores staggered and seemed on the verge of fainting. He supported her, holding her in his arms:
"You're surely not wounded?" he said.
"No. . . . A passing giddiness. . . . I have been badly frightened. . . . And I had no business to be frightened, since you were there and you had promised to save me. Oh, Simon, how grateful I am to you!"
"I have done what any one would have done in my place, Dolores. Don't thank me."
He tried to free himself, but she held him and, after a moment's silence, said:
"She whom the chief calls the fair Indian had a name by which she was known in her own country. Shall I tell you what it was?"
"What was it, Dolores?"
In a low voice, without taking her eyes from his, she replied:
"The Chief's Reward!"