"If you loved me you could not see me suffer." "Never say that again," cried Myeerah, pain and scorn in her dark eyes.

"Can an Indian Princess who has the blood of great chiefs in her veins prove her love in any way that she has not?
Some day you will know that you wrong me.

I am Tarhe's daughter.

A Huron does not lie." They slowly wended their way back to the camp, both miserable at heart; Isaac longing to see his home and friends, and yet with tenderness in his heart for the Indian maiden who would not free him; Myeerah with pity and love for him and a fear that her long cherished dream could never be realized.
One dark, stormy night, when the rain beat down in torrents and the swollen river raged almost to its banks, Isaac slipped out of his lodge unobserved and under cover of the pitchy darkness he got safely between the lines of tepees to the river.

He had just the opportunity for which he had been praying.