It was always young girls or boys who were the victims of those fearful feasts. Her heart bled for them, but all remonstrance on her part was in vain.
Leeboo had got her pony back, and often had a glorious gallop over the prairie.
But something else had happened, which added greatly to Leeboo's comfort and happiness. Shooks-gee himself came to camp and brought with him little Weenah, his beautiful child-daughter.
Leeboo took to her at once, and the two became constant companions.
Weenah could converse in broken English, and so many a long delightful "confab" they had together.
Child-like, Weenah told Leeboo of her love for Benee, of their early rambles in the forest, too, and of her own wild wanderings in search of him. Told her, too, that Benee was coming back again with a fresh army of Indians and white men, with Leeboo's own lover and her brother as their captains; told her of the fearful fight that was bound to take place, but which would end in the complete triumph of the good men and the rescue of Leeboo herself.
Yes, Weenah had her prophecy all cut and dry, and her story ended with a good "curtain", as all good stories should.
Whether Weenah's prophecy would be fulfilled or not we have to read on to see, for, alas! it was a dark and gloomy race of savages that would have to be dealt with, and rather than lose their queen, Kaloomah and his people would--but there! I have no wish to paint my chapters red.
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Leeboo was not slow to perceive that her chief chance of escape lay in the skill with which she might play her two lovers against each other.