"Where is the scalp of the white captain, which the Red Hatchet was to show me?"
"It hangs at the belt of the Red Hatchet. The Snow Flower will never see the white captain again," was the response.
Jennie made no reply, and placing himself by her side the Red Hatchet took her bridle rein and led on toward the retreat in the Bad Lands.
Jennie noted all as she went along, and saw how well chosen the position of the hostiles was to resist attack.
But the chief went on at a rapid pace, ascended to the plateau, where the camps of the hostiles came in view, and going to a large tepee apart from the others called out to an aged Indian squaw as he rode up:
"The mother of the Red Hatchet will care for the Snow Flower, who is the friend of our people."
And thus poor Jennie found herself a captive in the hostiles' retreat.