"Your wooden walls are far away, Yellow Hair. If you try to slip away, this Comanche will find you." Until that moment, the thought of swimming off hadn't occurred to her. She shot a glance over her shoulder at the swift current. If only she had clothes... "You do not make like a fish so good. Save this Comanche much trouble, eh?" She thought she detected laughter in his voice, but when she looked back at him, his gaze, blue-black and piercing, was as unreadable as ever. He studied her for several endless seconds. She wondered what he was thinking and decided, from the gleam in his eye, that she didn't want to find out."