The chief ordered her to be brought before him.
With an undaunted step, although evidently suffering from debility and sorrow, the girl allowed herself to be led along.
Once in Wacora’s presence, with a modest courage, she gazed into his face.
“Who are you?” he asked.
“Your prisoner.”
“When where you captured?”
“About two hours ago.”
“You were trying to escape?”
“I was.”
“Your companions—who are they?”