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Updated: May 11, 2025
He had been offered life, on some traitorous condition, and could have lived. The Indian whom I had hurled over the rocks, if still alive, would explain my escape. The cunning savages would easily understand it. My brave comrade would take my place upon the crucifix? For Wingrove I had less fear. Surely love even slighted love would save him from the sacrifice?
The timbers were between me and the body for I viewed it from behind and at such a distance, I could not have told who was the crucified man, even had he been facing me. Wingrove or Sure-shot one or the other. Of that much I was certain. I could make out that the man was naked just as I had been myself: I saw his white skin glistening along each side of the upright post.
"Soon enough," thought I, "when they shall come together. Let both hearts be blessed at the same time." Ah! how my own was bleeding. Little suspected the Spanish hunter how his tale had tortured me! Wingrove, in brief detail, gave me the particulars of his escape. Like myself, he had been captured without receiving any serious injury.
For some seconds the two worthies observed a mutual silence broken only by a formidable rattle of teeth, as large "chunks" of buffalo-meat were put through their respective masticating machines. Curious to hear the promised revelation, Wingrove and I checked our impatience, and clung to our covert among the bushes.
One or other must be first told the glad truth that was in store for them? Apart they must be told it; and to which was I to give the preference? I resolved to follow that rule of polite society, which extends priority to the softer sex. Wingrove must wait! It was only with an effort, I could restrain myself from giving him a hint of his proximate bliss.
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.
Though the hideous tattooing could not hide the charms of her speaking countenance, it had so changed its expression, that even Wingrove himself would not have recognised her! More like was it to baffle the scrutiny of father and false husband. In due time we were all dressed for the drama; and, after making a cache of our cast-off garments, we struck tents, and moved forward to the performance.
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