“The warrior has failed,” he said, slowly.
“Manitou did not will that he should kill the Wolf Demon,” replied the young brave.
“The brave has tried, and the Shawnee chief will keep his word. Le-a-pah!”
The maiden came at his call.
The chief gave her to the embrace of the young warrior.
“You are both my children—go.” But no gleam of joy lighted up Ke-ne-ha-ha’s stern face as he gave his daughter into the arms of her lover. The living Wolf Demon cast a mantle of gloom over his brain.
The brave and the girl withdrew from the lodge. The manner of the chieftain forbade further words.
Left alone, Ke-ne-ha-ha strode up and down the narrow confines of the wigwam in sullen thought.
“Oh, that my life might save my people from this terrible scourge!” he murmured, with clenched teeth. “For the two lives, he has taken twelve. How many more of my nation must fall by the tomahawk of the Wolf Demon ere his taste for Shawnee blood will be satisfied?”
“One!” responded a deep voice.