Again young Rody pronounced his name.
“Nelatu!”
“Yes, Nelatu—the brother of Sansuta! Does not the sight of me turn you into stone? Is your heart so hardened that you do not tremble?”
Warren gave a short, mocking laugh.
“Go away from here,” he said; “I owe no account of my actions to any one.”
“Yes, you owe an account of them to that Great Spirit who is alike your God and mine.”
“Pah! stand aside, I say.”
“My arm will brain you if you move or step! Nelatu is a chief, and must be heard!”
“Well, then, go on.”
“You once said you were my friend. Nelatu tears your friendship from his breast and casts it to the wind! You are an assassin—a thief! What answer do you make?”