The warrior with the fire-brand was replacing it, with a disappointed expression, under the stewed dog.

_I was saved!_ All in a flash I comprehended the truth.

Here was I, John Flutter, enacting the historical part of the John Smith, of Virginia, who was rescued by the lovely Pocahontas.
This hideous creature smirking in my face was my Pocahontas.

It was not leap-year, but she had chosen me for her brave.

The charms of civilized life could no longer trouble me.