Jane could hardly repress the sob that arose as her uncle announced the dismal prospect that lay before them, and even hope almost died in her heart. For the first time she entertained the thought that there was a probability of ending their days in those unknown, unbroken regions. Whirlwind saw the emotion that was stirring her heart, for he was a keen observer, and read human nature with that accuracy peculiarly characteristic of the Indian. Placing himself by her side, he said in a mild tone—
"Why is the antelope troubled? is not her warrior by her side to make her a new home? The wilderness encircles us on every side, and the Great Spirit makes a barrier of sand that we cannot escape. It is his will that we remain; let us not attempt to leave the forest."
"Look here, chief, let Jane alone," said Sidney, angrily, as he attempted to draw her from Whirlwind.
"Sidney," said Howe, in an authoritative tone, "how long will it be before you learn prudence?"
An angry retort rose to his lips, but catching the pleading eye of the young girl fixed upon him, he remained silent and walked away.
"Come, chief, what say you, shall we strike the desert or not."
"Were I to consult my own inclination, I should say not, but return to our quarters, and prepare for winter."
"That is out of the question, chief; go home we must," spoke up Edward, with a tone of energy and decision quite new to him.
"Yes, go home! we not only must, but will," said Sidney.
"If we can get home," added Jane, sadly.