With a curious thrill the white youth saw the fearful odds against him in their position.

If he remained clutched in the Indian's embrace there would be only one end.

He would die, and Minnetaki would be more than ever in the power of her captor.
There was only one chance now, and that was to break away, at least to free himself enough to get hold of his revolver.

He was nerving himself for the strain when, turning his head a trifle sidewise, he saw Minnetaki.

The girl had risen to her feet, and Rod saw that her hands were bound behind her.