“By the Great Spirit, Maracota, why do you not go for him? Why do you not answer me?”
“Maracota dreads your anger.”
“You an Indian warrior, and afraid. What do you mean?”
“That I have disobeyed your commands—”
“Ha! wretch! I understand. You found him, but he escaped.”
“Not that—”
“What is it then? Speak, did he defy you? Was he too powerful? Then summon our warriors, and if it cost the life of every Indian in Florida I swear he shall be captured. Answer me or I shall do you mischief.”
“Maracota deserves punishment.”
The young chief, now fully aroused to anger, cast a significant look at his subordinate; he could scarce refrain from striking him to the ground, and it was with an effort that he resumed speech—
“No more mystery. Speak! where is he?”