“She is Renadah’s! The wildcat of the Chippewas saw her before Dohma knew that she was near Gitche Gumee.”
“Renadah lies!”
A cry of rage parted the tall chief’s lips, and he strode forward as his smaller enemy retreated with drawn tomahawk.
“Renadah, Silver Rifle can belong to but one of us,” said Dohma. “We will fight for her!”
“So be it!” cried Renadah, contemptuously. “Back beyond the fire, Silver Rifle, touch the wall and be a stone there. Dohma and Renadah fight for you.”
Without a word the girl hurried to the wall of the cavern, and surveyed the red duelists.
On either side of the fire they stood with ready weapons, and at a signal from Renadah the tomahawks were uplifted.
A second signal quickly followed, and the hatchets went crashing through the air like thunderbolts.
Silver Rifle saw Dohma’s tomahawk miss his enemy’s head by an inch, and a wild shriek that quickly followed, told her that the giant’s aim had been truer.
Dohma threw up his arms, and while he spun round like a top, his antagonist shot toward him with a cry of triumph!