Engrossed in thoughts of the home he might never see again, he had lain there an hour without moving, when he was aroused from his meditations by low guttural exclamations from the Indians.

Opening his eyes he saw Crow and another Indian enter the glade, leading and half supporting a third savage.
They helped this Indian to the log, where he sat down slowly and wearily, holding one hand over his breast.

He was a magnificent specimen of Indian manhood, almost a giant in stature, with broad shoulders in proportion to his height.

His head-dress and the gold rings which encircled his bare muscular arms indicated that he was a chief high in power.

The seven eagle plumes in his scalp-lock represented seven warriors that he had killed in battle.