be it understood that I myself strike the three blows with the axe on your neck."
"But each time I shall put on the medicine," Subienkow answered, with a show of ill-concealed anxiety.
"You shall put the medicine on between each blow. Here are the hunters who shall see you do not escape. Go into the forest and gather your medicine."
Makamuk had been convinced of the worth of the medicine by the Pole's rapacity. Surely nothing less than the greatest of medicines could enable a man in the shadow of death to stand up and drive an old-woman's bargain.
"Besides," whispered Yakaga, when the Pole, with his guard, had disappeared among the spruce trees, "when you have learned the medicine you can easily destroy him."
"But how can I destroy him?" Makamuk argued. "His medicine will not let me destroy him."
"There will be some part where he has not rubbed the medicine," was Yakaga's reply. "We will destroy him through that part. It
