I was thus hesitating--at the same time looking the beautiful huntress in the face--when, all of a sudden, I saw her start, and fling from her the hand she had been hitherto holding in her fond clasp! The look of her lover--mine as well--was that of bewildered astonishment. Not so hers. Her cheek turned pale--then red--then paled again; while a glance of proud anger shot forth from her eyes! The glance was directed outwards to the plain, back upon Wingrove, and then once more quick and piercing towards the plain. Equally puzzled by her look and behaviour, I faced round in the direction indicated by her glance. I had the explanation at once. The chief, Wa-ka-ra, had arrived at the butte; and sat halted upon his war-steed by the side of the waggon. There were three or four other Indians around him, mounted and afoot; but one on horseback was entirely unlike the rest. This one was a woman. She was not bound, yet it was easy to see she was a captive. That could be told by the way she was encircled by the Indians, as well as by their treatment of her. She was on horseback, as already stated, and near to the Utah chief--in front of him. Neither Wingrove nor I had any difficulty in identifying the captive. It was Su-wa-nee, the Chicasaw. The eye of jealousy had found her equally easy of identification: since it was by it she was first recognised. It was upon her that Marian was directing those lightning glances. It was her presence that had caused that convulsive start, and those fearful emotions, that now proclaimed themselves in the countenance of the huntress-maiden. The storm soon burst. "Perjured hypocrite! this is the love you have sworn--with the oath still burning upon your lips? Once more betrayed! O man! Once more betrayed! O God! would that I had left you to your fate!" "I declar', Marian--" "Declare nothing more to me! Enough--yonder is your attraction--yonder! Oh! to think of this outrage! Here--even here to the wild desert has he brought her; she who has been the cause of all, my unhappy--Ha! she is coming up to you! Now, sir, meet her face to face--help her from her horse--wait upon her! Go! villain, go!" "I swar' Marian, by the livin'--"