“Another of my braves killed!” cried Ke-ne-ha-ha, in wonder and in anger.
“Yes, two have had the totem of the Red Arrow graven on their breasts since the moon rose.”
“And who was the other?”
“The Great Medicine can not tell the chief now, but the chief will know when the stick burns to ashes and the Wolf Demon comes.”
“But the fate of Ke-ne-ha-ha?”
“The red chief will fall by the tomahawk of the Wolf Demon.”
There was silence for a few moments in the wigwam.
Over the face of the Shawnee chief came a look of stern resolution. There was no trace of fear in the bearing of the Shawnee.
“Let my father keep his word and bring the white devil,” Ke-ne-ha-ha said, breaking the silence. “If the Great Spirit wills that the chief of the Shawnee nation is to die by the hand of the scourge of his race, Ke-ne-ha-ha is content. But he will fight the Wolf Demon before he dies.”