Warren explained.
Still more gratefully did the Indian youth gaze upon the face of his preserver.
“You had an encounter with Red Wolf? I can see that, of course; it was he who gave you this wound?”
“Yes, but I had first defeated him. I had him on the ground in my power. I could have taken his life. It was then that, like a coward, he called for help.”
“And after?”
“I pitied and let him rise. I expected him to leave me, and go back to the village. He feared that I might speak of his defeat to our tribe, and for this he determined that my tongue should be for ever silent. I was not thinking of it when he thrust me from behind. You know the rest.”
“And why the quarrel?”
“He spoke wicked words of my sister, Sansuta.”
“Sansuta!” exclaimed Warren, a strange smile overshadowing his features.
“Yes; and of you.”