His hunger had vanished and hope almost departed.
"It will not do for me to leave the cavern in the daytime, for he is waiting for me to do so.

I can't do it at night without some one to guide me.

He means to keep me here until I die of starvation." Fred had come really to believe this.

He knew enough of Indian nature to understand that the race rarely inflict instant death upon an enemy when it is in their power to subject him to torture or slay in some horrible fashion.

Motoza had not slain him before because he was unwilling that the one whom he hated so intensely should receive such mercy.