"But the whispering grew. It came even to the ears of the Black Eagle who was then on an expedition to the far Wyoming.
DARK AND SAVAGE WAS THE FACE OF THE BLACK EAGLE
"Fearful was his rage and black scorn was in his heart. He who whispered would feel the might and strength of the chief of the Wah-hi-ti.
"'And as for you, you witch,' he said to the old squaw who had taunted him after his men had razed the camp of the Cheyennes, 'you shall die! A fearful death you shall die, for lies are the things you say. No Wah-hi-ti is a coward, no Wah-hi-ti dare say of Natawara that he is a coward, for Natawara is the son of a chief; he is to be a chief and he would kill.'
"So he returned. And the squaws who came to meet the returning warriors, even the braves who had been left at home, drew away, for dark and savage and fearful was the face of the Black Eagle.
"'Where is Natawara?' he cried.
"Only Black Fox dared to come forward. He had but just returned from a victorious conquest.