"
"Even so," said Negore, and the hunger for her ate at his heart,
and his arms went out for her as a hungry man's arms might go out
for food.
"When thou hast shown the way, Negore," she chided him; but her
eyes were soft, and warm, and he knew she looked upon him as woman
had never looked before.
"It is well", he said, turning resolutely on his heel. "I go now
to make talk with the chiefs, so that they may know I am gone to
show the Russians the way."
"Oh, Negore, my man! my man!" she said to herself, as she watched
him go, but she said it so softly that even Old Kinoos did not
hear, and his ears were over keen, what of his blindness.
Three days later, having with craft ill-concealed his hiding-place,
Negore was dragged forth like a rat and brought before Ivan - "Ivan
the Terrible" he was known by the men who marched at his back.
Negore was armed with a miserable bone-barbed spear, and he kept
his rabbit-skin robe wrapped closely about him, and though the day
was warm he shivered as with an ague. He shook his head that he
did not understand the speech Ivan put at him, and made that he was
very weary and sick, and wished only to sit down and rest, pointing
the while to his stomach in sign of his sickness, and shivering
fiercely.
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