"Why is the daughter of Wingenund a traitor to her race?" demanded the chief.
"Whispering Winds is a Christian."
Wingenund received this intelligence as a blow. He dismissed Girty and sent his braves from his lodge, facing his daughter alone. Gloomy and stern, he paced before her.
"Wingenund's blood might change, but would never betray. Wingenund is the Delaware chief," he said. "Go. Darken no more the door of Wingenund's wigwam. Let the flower of the Delawares fade in alien pastures. Go. Whispering Winds is free!"
Tears shone brightly in the Indian girl's eyes while she told Joe her story. She loved her father, and she would see him no more.
"Winds is free," she whispered. "When strength returns to her master she can follow him to the white villages. Winds will live her life for him."
"Then we have no one to fear?" asked Joe.
"No redman, now that the Shawnee chief is dead."
"Will Girty follow us? He is a coward; he will fear to come alone."
"The white savage is a snake in the grass."