“Ahdeek is dead,” he said, gently, and with a sigh. “And the girl has killed the bravest of the Chippewa chiefs.”
“Then there’s but little hope for her.”
“Precious little,” was the reply. “She made a desperate attempt to get the ring.”
“What do you know about the ring, Doc?”
“Nothing, only the girl war looking for it, when they surprised her. Hawkeye had the ring, an’ she killed him to get it.”
“Then some Indian has it now?”
“I rather guess so.”
“Poor Ahdeek! he’ll never get to fulfill his vow. But”—in an undertone—“I’ll fulfill it for him.”
“You’ll do what, boy?”
Dorsey Webb started and colored to the temples.