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They were pointing towards Sure-shot, who still lay, as I have described, flat upon his face. Wingrove was no longer there; nor yet Su-wa-nee! Where could they have gone? I had seen both but the moment before! Had she unbound, and rescued him? Was it about them that the savages were in consultation? No; the result proved not.
The sharp incisors had done their dread work; and, as the body of the wretched woman was raised over the bank, those who lifted it perceived that the last breath had gone out of it. The limbs were supple, and the pulse no longer beat. Su-wa-nee had ceased to live! The Indians came crowding around the corpse both warriors and women. Their exclamations betokened no sympathy.
This declaration had a visible effect on the young hunter: the shade of sadness deepened upon his features: and I could hear a sigh, with difficulty suppressed while, at the same time, he appeared desirous of terminating the interview. "It's late, girl," rejoined he, after a pause: "what for are ye here?" "Su-wa-nee is here for a purpose. For hours she has been waiting to see the White Eagle.
She was not bound, yet it was easy to see she was a captive. That could be told by the way she was encircled by the Indians, as well as by their treatment of her. She was on horseback, as already stated, and near to the Utah chief in front of him. Neither Wingrove nor I had any difficulty in identifying the captive. It was Su-wa-nee, the Chicasaw.
Poor young creetur! I reck'n he'll be a wantin' her too now thet he's lost the other. Poor little Lil!" "Cheer, comrade, cheer! Either Su-wa-nee or Stebbins has lied belike both of them, since both had a purpose to serve: the Mormon to deceive the girl's father the Indian to do the same with you. The story is false, Marian Holt is not dead." "Marian ain't dead?"
I fancied both the tone and the gesture were repellant; but soon perceived that I was mistaken. "I need none," she repeated, "all has been explained." "Explained! How?" I inquired, taken by surprise at the unexpected declaration. "Wa-ka-ra has told me all." "What! of Su-wa-nee?" A gesture of assent was the answer. "I am glad of this. But Wa-ka-ra! how knew he the circumstance?"
Su-wa-nee can tell him one that will crimson his cheeks like the flowers of the red maple." "I have no saycrets, girl none as I'm afraid o' bein' heerd by anybody." "What of the half-blood?" "I don't care to hear o' her." "The White Eagle speaks falsely! He does care to hear. He longs to know what has become of his lost Marian. Su-wa-nee can tell him."
The answer was also given interrogatively, "Has the White Eagle lost his eyes, by gazing too long on the pale-faced fair ones of Swampville? There is light in the sky, and the face of Su-wa-nee is turned to it. Let him look on it: it is not lovely like that of the half-blood, but the White Eagle will never see that face again."
But what likelihood was there of Su-wa-nee being among them? Certainly not much. That there were prairie Indians around us, was probable enough. We had already observed their traces upon the ground of the deserted camp. The "squaw" seen by Wingrove might be one of these.
The soft hands of the pale-faced maidens have held him long." "Waitin' to see me! What do you want wi' me?" "Let the White Eagle send the stranger aside. Su-wa-nee must speak to him alone." "Thar's no need o' that: it's a friend that's wi' me." "Would the White Eagle have his secrets known? There are some he may not wish even a friend to hear.
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