Alice Rody was the object!
He had at first been struck with admiration at her courage; afterwards he had witnessed her discretion and tenderness, and then noted her beauty.
His thoughts, thus stirred; soon ripened into a passion far stronger than respect.
Pity and love had exchanged places within his bosom.
He and his captive had done the same.
The girl was free; her gaoler had become her prisoner.
This new phase of feeling was not accomplished suddenly.
It grew silently and slowly but surely.
One thought troubled Wacora.
It was Nelatu’s admiration for Alice Rody.