to revive her he started opening
them one after the other. He had opened three and was just opening
the fourth, when a voice behind him asked: "What are you looking for?"
Turning quickly, he saw Pretty Feather looking at him. Overjoyed, he
cried, "What can I do so that you can get up and ride to the village
with me? My friend and I just returned with a large band of horses and
two scalps. We saw this tent and recognized it. My friend wanted to
come, but I would not let him, as I feared if he found anything had
happened to you he would do harm to himself, but now he will be anxious
for my return, so if you will tell me what you need in order to revive
you, I will get it, and we can then go to my friend in the village." "At
the foot of my bed you will find a piece of eagle fat. Build a fire and
melt it for me. I will drink it and then we can go."

Chaske quickly started a fire, got out the piece of fat and melted it.
She drank it at one draught, and was about to arise when she suddenly
said: "Roll me up quick and take the buffalo hair rope and tie it about
my spotted horse's neck; tie his tail in a knot and tie him to the door.
Then run and hide behind the trees. There are two of the enemy coming
this way."

Chaske hurriedly obeyed her orders, and had barely concealed himself
behind the trees, when there came into view two of the enemy. They saw
the horse tied to the door of the deserted tent, and knew that some dead
person occupied the tepee, so through respect for the dead, they turned
out and started to go through the brush and trees, so as not to pass the
door. (The Indians consider it a bad omen to pass by the door of a tepee
occupied by a dead body, that is, while in the enemy's country). So
by making this detour they traveled directly towards where Chaske was
concealed behind the tree. Knowing that he would be discovered, and
there being two of them, he knew the only chance he had was for him
to kill one of them before they discovered him, then he stood a better
chance at an even combat. On they came, little thinking that one of them
would in a few minutes be with his forefathers.

Chaske noiselessly slipped a cartridge into the chamber of his gun,
threw it into action and took deliberate aim at the smaller one's
breast. A loud report rang out and the one he had aimed at threw up his
arms and fell heavily forward, shot through the heart.

Reloading quickly Chaske stepped out from behind the tree. He could
easi