Dark Fox's men whooped and cried with triumph as they picked up the pace and continued to move towards the now limping figure. The boy hung back a little bit while the others raced down the hill. He watched through vengeful, narrowed eyes as it move away desperately. He then charged down after it as well. The other warriors jumped around the figure, trapping it in a circle.
Dark Fox pushed his way through and examined the now clear figure. It was a girl - the girl he had seen earlier, that Windtail had approached. He said a few words to her in his native language - words that she clearly could not understand. He then looked over at one of his warriors and gave a sharp nod. A couple of men jumped up behind the girl and each grabbed one of her arms. She began to struggle, but the men continued to pull her along.
Dark Fox followed shortly behind them and made sure to keep an eye on their hostage. He was unsure of what his father would think, or what the other white people would do when they learned of her capture, but he was determined not to let her go. To show the pale faces exactly what his people thought of the invasion of their land.
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