He paused suddenly when he found himself face to face with Red Eagle.
“Kenoagla let the storm rise in his heart. He sought Gold Girl’s blood; but Red Eagle came, and he pushed Kenoagla.”
“I didn’t seek the Gold Girl; the dark one made me mad.”
“Then Red Eagle did wrong!”
“No, no, chief. I am glad you pushed me. I wouldn’t kill that girl for the world now. All the venom she can fling can irritate me no more. But I’m going to show her, in more senses than one, that she is mine! mine! mine!”
He bent forward as he hissed the last words, and Mabel Denison felt his hot breath scorch her pale cheek.
“Red Eagle, and his Gold Girl go now,” said the Pawnee, breaking the silence that followed.
“Yes, go.”
The next instant the Indian turned on his heel, and hurried away with the unconscious Gold Girl in his arms.
“I’m not going to disturb you with my presence longer to-night,” said Tom Kyle, addressing his captives. “But I would bid you, before I go, to prepare for another separation. Mr. Denison, you leave the Pawnee village to-morrow.”