“Well, the chief failed,” observed Kendrick. “He said that he struck his knife clean through his side, and yet not a drop of blood was on the blade.”
“It’s wonderful, to say the least,” said Girty.
And then the two entered their wigwam.
CHAPTER XXIX.
A FRIEND IN NEED.
Virginia, in the solitude of the wigwam, full of bitter thoughts, and mourning, silently, over the hard fortune that had befallen her, was surprised by the entrance of a female form.
Looking up in astonishment, she beheld Kate.
A cry of joy came from the lips of the hopeless girl. In Kate she beheld a friend!
A warning gesture from the Kanawha Queen checked Virginia’s utterance, and the words of welcome died away upon her lips.
“Be careful, lady,” said Kate, warningly; “a loud word to betray to other ears that we know each other, and both of us are lost.”