"Let's go after him." In a few moments they stumbled upon the old Indian, reclining with his shoulders against a rock, and gasping heavily.
"My princess," he whispered, as she bent over him, "I am dying.

The poisonous air in the cave was fatal to me, though the spell that is upon the Golden Fleece protected you.

I have done what the gods commanded.

I am absolved of my vow.

The treasure is safe." "Nonsense! you're all right!" exclaimed Freeman.