The die is cast.

That brute's got to be killed, and killed dead.

Look at him--look at that scalp! I'd have him killed if I dropped dead for it the next instant." Beverley shuddered.

The argument was horribly convincing, and yet, somehow, the desire to save Long-Hair overbore everything else in his mind.

He could not cease his efforts; it seemed to him as if he were pleading for Alice herself.