In the first flush of wrath, when he was taken plotting against our lives, it seemed a little thing enough to take his evil life.

But now these morning airs have cooled me, and it goes against my will to shoot a cowering hound tied hand and foot, even though he had murdered twenty sons of mine.

I have thought if there be any way to spare his life, and leave this hour's agony to read a lesson not to be unlearned until the grave.

For such poltroons dread death, and in one hour they die a hundred times.

But there is no way out: his life lies in the scale against the lives of all our men, yes, and thy life too.