"Let me speak to these ferocious men; the fear with which I have so long inspired them is not yet extinct; perhaps the step I am about to take will prove successful." "Heaven grant it!" the maiden murmured, as she clasped her hands fervently, and raised her eyes to heaven. Doña Emilia walked towards the Indians, who, collected at a respectful distance, watched her movements with ill-disguised anxiety. A singular scene then took place. In proportion as Doña Emilia advanced towards them, the Indians fell back, though without breaking the circle they formed; at length one of them, bolder than the rest, stopped, and placing the butt of his gun on the ground, said, in bad Spanish, to the lady who was still advancing-- "What does the paleface squaw want? Why does she not remain by the fire? The night is cold; it will be better for the stranger to remain where the warriors placed her." "Who are you, dressed in the garb of civilized men, although your features are those of a ferocious redskin?" she answered haughtily. "By what right do you address me before I spoke to you? If you have any influence over the men who surround, us, order them to retire and let me pass, before my patience is exhausted." "The warriors must not let the paleface squaw pass until the return of the chief." Doña Emilia smiled disdainfully. "Do you not know who I am?" she said. "The Wacondah is with me; he inspires the words I utter. Tremble, lest you arouse my anger." "The Wacondah loves the Indians," the redskin replied timidly; "he would not wish to do them harm." The warriors listened to this conversation with interest, although they did not dare to take part in it. Doña Emilia made her daughter a signal to join her; the latter obeyed, and tottered up to her mother's side. "Courage!" the latter said. Then she drew herself up, her features assumed an expression of indescribable haughtiness, and her eyes seemed to flash fire, as she said-- "I order you to let me pass; you must obey me." She moved a few steps forward. The Indians fell back without breaking line. "Do you refuse?" she asked, as she looked imperiously at them. No one answered. "Good," she said, with a strange expression. "Recognize the power of the Queen of the Savannah."