Percy Vere, seeing that Cute had said enough to render any concealment of the truth impolitic, answered:
“Yes.”
“You found him there on your return?”
“I did.”
“He has come in search of me!” exclaimed Oneotah, joyfully.
This glad cry satisfied Percy Vere that the Antelope Boy was, indeed, a girl, and the promised bride of Multuomah, and, with the inherent chivalry of his nature, he resolved to reunite the lovers.
The Prophet held up his finger warningly to Oneotah.
“No matter how much he seeks for you,” he said, “he can never gain possession of you against my will. You know my power—do not provoke it.”
Oneotah shuddered and bowed her head submissively.
“Oh! but you will give me to him?” she pleaded.