Just outside she met Long Gun. The chief’s face wore a crestfallen and worried expression.
Addressing him in the Shawnee language, she commanded:
“Long Gun will take his men and occupy the cabin. If the mob return to take the paleface’s life, Long Gun and his warriors will defend him to the last.”
“Ugh!” replied the Shawnee, with animation unusual to him.
She continued:
“Long Gun will not hesitate to shoot down any that seek to harm the prisoner—or his dog. La Violette has spoken—Long Gun will obey.”
“Long Gun’s ears are open; he hears and understands,” was the grim reply.
La Violette passed on to the Prophet’s quarters. The latter was preparing to journey to Fort Wayne, with a hundred warriors, to demand ammunition of the American commandant of the post.
“Father,” the girl said, as she stood in his presence.
“What does my daughter wish?” he asked kindly.