His grandfather also addressed me, saying: "Chief, will it not be enough if I die?
I am old, and my life does not matter.

Or if one is not sufficient, take me and my son, and let the lad, my grandson, go free.

We are all of us innocent of any witchcraft, and he is not even old enough to practise such things, being but an unmarried boy.

Chief, you, also, are young.

Would not your heart be heavy if you had to be slain when the sun of your life was still new in the sky?
Think, White Chief, what your father would feel, if you have one, should he be forced to see you killed before his eyes, that some stranger might use your body to show his skill with a magic weapon by slaying the wild things that would eat it." Now, almost with tears, I broke in, explaining to the venerable man as well as I could that their horrible fate had nothing to do with me.