"He has a wife in every tribe."
"It is false as the heart of the Wahkan Shecha."
"The Evil Spirit has poisoned her ears so that she can not tell the straight trail from the crooked one."
"Who says he has a wife in every tribe?" she questioned, fiercely.
"And when sleep has fallen upon the eyes of the red-man she steals out to meet him," he continued, without giving the slightest heed to her question.
"May the Manitou curse and palsy the lips that dare to utter such lies!" and her eyes rayed out dangerous flashings.
"But the warriors will find his trail and then he will die."
"He does not fear to do so."
"Does the Burning Cloud believe the words he whispers in her ears as she lies in his arms and gives her lips to his kisses?"
Every fiber in her frame quivered with passion, and the mastery by which she restrained herself was wonderful. He had heaped upon her the deepest insults she had ever received, but she was determined to bide the time when she could safely repay them with compound interest. Now she had other ends in view—from policy restrained her impetuous temper and he went on: