What should I do, then?
Drive him before me to the camp, and tell this tale?
Even then it would be but my word against his.

No, he had me in a forked stick.

I must let him go, and trust that Heaven would avenge his crime, since I could not.

Moreover, by now my first rage was cooling, and to execute a man thus-- "Hernan Pereira," I said, "you are a liar and a coward.

You tried to butcher me because Marie loves me and hates you, and you want to force her to marry you.