He had hardly gained them before the noose did its work, and, tripped by it, he fell heavily to the ground.

The tall Indian had also sprung to his feet, and now stood over the prostrate form of his victim, with a cruel smile lighting his dark features.
Although wicked, Chitta was no coward, and finding himself thus trapped by an unknown enemy, he coolly asked, as he lay there, "Who art thou, and what have I done to thee that thou shouldst thus snare me like Pet-che ?" (the pigeon).
For answer the tall Indian said, "I will first tell thee who thou art.
Thy name is Chitta.

Thou wast overthrown but yesterday at the Feast of Ripe Corn by the lad who wears in his hair the To-fa chat-te" (red feather).

"Thou art he who set fire to the storehouse of corn.

Above all, thou art now, like myself, an outlaw forever from thy people; for know that I am that Seminole called Cat-sha" (the tiger).
At this name Chitta gave a start of surprise, for though he had never before seen this Indian, the name of Cat-sha had been familiar to him from his childhood.