In either case it was useless to scream, for in either case she was lost.

As soon however as she was able to glance at her captor her worst fears were dispelled.
The man, or being, whatever he might be, loosened his grip and stood erect.

He looked down into her face and grinned.

That grin did not in the least beautify his already horrible features.

The creature was indeed a man, but so disfigured by paint and accoutrements that any one unaccustomed to the appearance of Indian warriors in full dress must necessarily have taken him for some fiend or demon from the nether world.