It was at this spot, then, that Weenah's mother concealed herself.
Nor had she very long to wait, for soon the sound of the pony's hoofs fell on her ear, beating a pleasant accompaniment to two sweet voices raised in song.
The Indian woman raised herself and peeped over the bushes.
Yes, they were coming, and alone too, for Kaloomah could not run so fast as Kalamazoo, and was a long way behind.
With characteristic impulse Weenah rushed forward and was clasped for a moment in her mother's arms.
And, somewhat astonished, Leeboo immediately reined up.
[CHAPTER XXVI--THE PALE-FACE QUEEN HAS FLED]
Leeboo, the young queen, could see that the woman was flurried and excited.
She stood with her face to the pony and one arm was held aloft in the air. Her eyes were gleaming, and her hat had fallen over her back, allowing her wealth of coal-black hair to escape.
Weenah stood by the saddle.