Ringan's tunes, a brisk one this time, lilted in my ear.
I could not believe my own voice.

But I rejoice to say that my reply was to consign every Indian in America to the devil.
I shook with fear when I had spoken.

I looked to see them bring dry fuel and light the pile again.

But I had played a wiser part than I knew.

The chief gave an order, the faggots were cleared, my bonds were cut, and I was led away from the stake.
The pain of my cramped and scorched limbs was horrible, but I had just enough sense left to shut my teeth and make no sound.
The chief looked at me long and calmly as I drooped before him, for there was no power in my legs.