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Nothing that you do can escape their notice, and you will not have the slightest chance of flight." "If I am to be anybody's guest," said Will, "I'd choose to be old Dr. Inmutanka's. He has a soul in his body." "You are not a guest, you are a slave," said Heraka.
Wayaka was a good lad he had proved it more than once but he was a representative of the conquering and hated race. Heraka had said that his fate, the most terrible that could be devised, must come some day, but Wayaka was not to know the hour of its coming; no sign that it was at hand must be given.
The Indian seemed not to understand a word he said, but no one could mistake the sincerity of the lad's tone. Inmutanka, otherwise the Panther, smiled, and the smile was not cruel, nor yet cynical. He stepped back a little, regarded his handiwork with satisfaction, and then merged himself into the band. "That's a good Sioux! I know he is!" said Will warmly to Heraka. "Hereafter Dr.
Will considered. Would it be wise to ask about his friends? Might he not in doing so give some hint that could be used against them? The fierce gaze of the chief seemed actually to penetrate his physical body and read his mind. "You are thinking of those who were with you," he said. "My thoughts had turned to them." "Call them back. It is a waste." "Why do you say that, Heraka?"
It was during this interval that Will began to think again very much of the faithful white friends whom he had lost, the redoubtable scout, the whistling and cheerful Little Giant, and the brave and serious Brady. Heraka had told him that they were dead, but he could not believe it. He began to feel that he would see them again, and that they would renew the great quest.
"The consent of Heraka was not secured for the adoption." "It was impossible to reach him. The laws of the Sioux have not been violated. Waditaka is a brave young warrior. The fire shall not touch him. A winter great and terrible is upon us and it may be before it is over that we shall need him much. He is a brave young warrior and few of them are left now in the village.
Inmutanka shall be my personal and private physician." Heraka's face was touched by a faint smile. It was the first mild emotion he had shown and Will rejoiced to see it. He found himself wishing to please this wild chief, not in any desire to seek favor, but he felt that, in its way, the approval of Heraka was approval worth having. "You eat, you drink, you feel strong again," said Heraka.
Heraka with a sharp word or two sent all the women and children flying, and then said in tones of great gravity to Will: "Here you are to remain a prisoner, the prisoner of all the village, until we choose your fate. You will stay in a tepee with Inmutanka, but everybody will watch you, the men, the women, the girls and the boys.
"I cannot help that, as you know, Xingudan." "I do not blame you, but there is something of which Heraka is ignorant." "What is it?" "Waditaka is now the adopted son of the wise and good Inmutanka." "But the orders of Heraka are strict and stern." "The rite of adoption is sacred. Until Waditaka himself chooses to change he is a Sioux and must be treated as a Sioux."
A sort of mental telepathy told him that the first warrior had been replaced by a stronger and more dominant one. Instinct said that it was Heraka, and he was not mistaken. Is it north, or south, or is it east or west?" "I don't know," confessed Will. "I tried to keep the sense of direction, but we twisted and turned so much I've lost it." "I knew that it would be so.
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