wretch.

"I did; but now I would rather enjoy the pleasure of seeing him die."

"That is not the way we Palefaces treat a fallen enemy," I remarked.
"You must not be displeased at what I say,--I would ask you to allow me
to have him brought into the camp. At all events, for the present he
can do no further harm, and he may wish to show his gratitude to those
who have preserved his life."

"Do as you please," said the chief, after a moment's consideration.

I got some water from the lake,--finding a hard place by which I could
approach it,--and threw it over the face of the fallen man, who had, I
perceived, merely fainted from the excruciating pain he was suffering.
He at length opened his eyes, and seemed to recognise me. It _was_
Piomingo. The chief, I noticed, stood by, watching every movement of
his late antagonist. I raised Piomingo's head, and was thankful to find
that he now began to breathe more freely.

"Take care," said the chief. "He intends acting the part of the cunning
fox, and will yet make an effort to escape."

Piomingo turned his eyes towards the speaker, apparently understanding
him.

I was still making every effort to restore him, when several of
Winnemak's followers came up.

"Then you grant my request?" I said, turning to the chief.

"I will not refuse you!" he answered; "but he will not thank you for the
mercy you wish to show him."

I begged the Indians to assist me in carrying the injured man back to
the camp, and the chief bade them do as I desired. Obtaining some poles
from a copse which grew near, they quickly formed a litter, upon which
they bore him back to the spot from which we had started. Not a groan
escaped him, although I suspected, from the expression of his
countenance, that he was suffering greatly. On arriving at the camp, in
spite of my representations the chief ordered that his legs should be
bound together, and that one of his hands should be fastened to a tree,
so that he would be unable to escape.

Those who had remained in camp had prepared breakfast, to which even the
wounded did ample justice. I took some food to the prisoner, who in a
short time was able to swallow a little.

After some persuasion from me, and the promise of a reward, four of the
Indians undertook to carry their captive to the camp of Winnemak, to
which we were bound; it was very evident that otherwise he must have
been left to die miserably, as he was quite unable to walk. Three