"No doubt we shall see the Wayward One, the daughter of Stern Father."
"Yes, doubtless."
"Also Soft Eyes, the traitor, who came from over the Big Waters."
"Aye, indeed," murmured Dunvegan, "and the Factor proposes to deal with him. It will be dark dealing, I fancy, for Edwin Glyndon."
"We shall meet, too," Maskwa went on oratorically, "the wise Chief Running Wolf and his hasty son, Three Feathers."
"In the fight we may meet them, for we know Running Wolf has added his tribe's strength to that of Black Ferguson in defense of Fort La Roche."
"There at the last will we stalk the Black Ferguson in his lair," rejoiced the Ojibway. "It will be a good stalk, Strong Father. The old wolf is worthy of a hard chase. And, Strong Father, there is one other we shall see!"
"Whom?"
"The Fair One! The niece of old Pierre—her that Soft Eyes took to wife!"
Dunvegan winced, finding no words. Maskwa voiced something that had evolved in his facile mind.