“Yes; this is the village of their great chief, Ke-ne-ha-ha.”
“I have heard my father speak of him,” Virginia said, thoughtfully. “He bears a deadly hatred to the whites.”
“Yes; he has sworn to drive the pale-faces back from the Ohio. Even now the savages are arming and preparing for the fight.”
“Then my father and friends will be in danger!” cried Virginia.
“What is their danger compared to yours?” asked Kate.
“Yes, that is true,” said Virginia, mournfully, “but, for the moment, the thought of their peril made me forget my own helpless situation.”
“Have you ever seen this man—Girty?”
“No.”
“You do not know, then, why he has selected you for his victim?”
“No,” again Virginia replied.