“Then to-night I sheathe my knife. Are you not tired of slaying? Have not the dead been avenged?”
“Yes, Kenowatha; the deeds of that night have been atoned for by the red perpetrators with the blood of the bravest of the hosts. I have no desire for further vengeance.”
“Nor I, girl; my mark has become as terrible to the Indians as yours; they have seen it in the thicket, the brake, by the stream, and on the hills. You will keep your promise?”
“Yes, boy. God forbid that I should break it.”
They avoided the guards at the base of the promontory, and though pursued, after leaving it, by a large party of Indians from the village, they made good their escape, and encountered Wayne’s army early the following day.
At the treaty of Greenville, solemnized August 30th, 1795, the assembled chiefs cast lowering glances upon the Beautiful Terror of the Maumee, who, standing beside Kenowatha, looked more beautiful than ever. The last cross and crescent on the butt of her rifle had received its complement of punctures, and the braves congratulated themselves that no longer would they live in fear of the ball that had sent so many of their brethren to the spirit-land. The fangs of the young She-wolf would molest them no more, and they breathed freer when beyond her presence at Mad Anthony’s side.
The end is at hand.
After the battle of Fallen Timbers, Wayne surrendered Rudolph Runnion over to justice, and one calm September day, in the presence of the entire garrison of Fort Miami, the death of Firman Campbell was avenged by the unyielding law.
Kenowatha, whose true name, Clinton Wilkinson, had been revealed by a chief who participated in the massacres of the year that witnessed the doom of the boy’s parents, accompanied by Nanette, turned their faces eastward, and a year later stood before a village altar, where they plighted vows of eternal constancy.
Long before this event, Mark Morgan called Effie his beautiful bride, and they witnessed the ceremony which made Kenowatha and Nanette one.