That night he was bound and put in a wigwam under the care of three warriors.

They laughed and chatted with the prisoner, mocking him, and describing to him with relish all the torments that he was to suffer.

At last they fell asleep, and, just before daybreak, he managed to slip out of his rope and escape, entirely naked.
Catching a horse, he galloped away sitting on a piece of old rug, and guiding the animal with the halter.

He rode steadily and at speed for seventy miles, until his horse dropped dead under him late in the afternoon.

Springing off, he continued the race on foot.