“When that stick becomes a flaming brand, then turns to a blackened coal, the Wolf Demon will be here.”
“In this wigwam?” asked the chief, in wonder.
“Yes.”
“Why not before?”
“The Wolf Demon is far down below the earth. His home is in the fire that burns in the mouth of the tortoise that carries the earth on his back. He can not come in an instant. The Great Medicine knew that Ke-ne-ha-ha would seek his counsel before the young moon died. He knew that the chief would wish to see the Wolf Demon, and he summoned him from the land of shadows long ago. But for that, the chief would not be able to have his wish gratified to-night.”
“The Wolf Demon will come, then?” and instinctively Ke-ne-ha-ha’s hand sought the handle of his tomahawk as he spoke.
“Yes; the chief is wise to prepare, for the Wolf Demon comes to take his life.”
“Ah!” and Ke-ne ha-ha’s eyes shot lurid fires as he uttered the simple exclamation.
“Does the chief fear?”