“Black devil! Yes, I know him, and a blacker-hearted fiend never stole horses or murdered peaceful emigrants. Waal, waal, his time will come. But he’s but an Indian arter all, and it’s his natur’, I s’pose; but, as for that rascally Elder, if ever I catch him, I’ll make him think that he’s tied to a drove of buffaloes, and they are all kicking him at once.”
“The tongue of Waupee has traveled the trail of truth.”
“I believe you, gal. Thar hain’t no lyin’ hid in your looks, like a serpent in the tall sloo-grass. Yes, I believe you.”
“The pale warrior knows all the poor squaw can tell him. He will follow the trail and the great Manitou will smile upon him. He was very kind to the poor Indian woman, and she will never forget him. Now she will go.”
“Go? Whar in thunder are you goin’ to?”
“The Manitou will guide her moccasins.”
“But you said you had neither home or tribe.”
“She will make for herself a home in the caves of the mountains, and wait patiently until the death-angel shall drive away the white-winged spirit of life.”
“If you do, may I be—! Oh, poor little Est!”
“Where then shall she go?”