“The pale-faces are free,” he said. “Tecumseh’s tongue is not forked.”
Hewitt, covered with wounds, grasped the Sachem’s hand.
“The Lone Man will never forget Tecumseh,” he said, and then he glided to the side of the Wolf-Queen.
“Must my doubts remain undissipated?” he cried, as he knelt over the mad one.
No.
A convulsion passed over the woman’s frame, and her lids unclosed.
Instantly the hermit noticed a great change—a new light—in her eyes.
Reason, so long lost, had returned!
“Oh, God! I thank thee for this moment!” he cried, as her eyes fell upon him. “I shall know all now!”