The hunter's arms and waist were fastened, but his feet were free.

His powerful leg was raised suddenly; his foot struck Girty in the pit of the stomach.

The renegade dropped limp and gasping.

The braves carried him away, his gaudy feathers trailing, his long arms hanging inertly, and his face distorted with agony.
The maidens of the tribe, however, showed for the prisoner an interest that had in it something of veiled sympathy.

Indian girls were always fascinated by white men.