Simon Girty gripped McKee’s arm, and threw a look of triumph into the agent’s face.
“Snakes! he’s caught her.”
“Who?”
“The young She-wolf.”
“Impossible.”
“Listen! Joe’s going to speak,” said Simon.
At that moment the younger renegade brother sent an electric thrill through every heart beneath the council-roof.
“Yes, I caught her,” he yelled, “her—the young She-wolf!”
Simon Girty bounded to his brother’s side, while, with a pandemonium of yells, the savages were springing from their seats.
Tomahawks and knives flashed above the warriors’ heads.