White Buffalo knew of nothing to do but to conduct the crazed woman to the Morris homestead and this he started to accomplish. But the moment he asked the woman to go with him she shrieked louder than ever, and finally dropped into a death-like swoon at his feet. Then he raised her up in his arms and placed her over his shoulder.
White Buffalo could no longer carry a load as in years gone by, and it took him some time to cover even half the distance to the Morris dwelling. In the meantime, a trapper, passing near the Digly cabin, saw something of how the Indians had taken possession and were starting to burn it to the ground, and gave the alarm. A crowd of twelve hunters and soldiers went out to capture the Indians, if possible, but when they arrived at the spot they found the cabin ablaze from top to bottom and the miscreants gone.
"Come on after 'em!" was the cry of one of the hunters, and all lost no time in hunting for the Indians. Various trails were tried, without success, and then the party came suddenly upon White Buffalo, with Grace Chowith still in his arms, in a faint.
The party came suddenly upon White Buffalo, with Grace Chowith in his arms.
"Hullo, here is one!" was the cry of a soldier, and he was on the point of firing upon White Buffalo when another of the party stopped him.
"That redskin is a friendly one—he's a friend to the Morrises," was the explanation. "I've seen him there plenty of times."
White Buffalo was quickly surrounded and was asked to tell how it came that he had the young woman as his captive.