ssed.

"Wait until tomorrow, I will kill them all. My blanket caught in my bow
and spoiled my aim." The people were very much disappointed, and the
chief, suspecting that all was not right, sent for the young man who had
visited Dead Shot's tepee. When the young man arrived, the chief asked:
"Did you see White Plume when you went to Dead Shot's camp?" "Yes, I
did, and ate with him many times. I stayed at his father's tepee all the
time I was there," said the young man. "Would you recognize him if you
saw him again?" asked the chief. "Any one who had but one glimpse of
White Plume would surely recognize him when he saw him again, as he is
the most handsome man I ever saw," said the young man.

"Come with me to the tent of my son-in-law and take a good look at him,
but don't say what you think until we come away." The two went to the
tent of Unktomi, and when the young man saw him he knew it was not White
Plume, although it was White Plume's bow and arrows that hung at the
head of the bed, and he also recognized the clothes as belonging to
White Plume. When they had returned to the chief's tent, the young man
told what he knew and what he thought. "I think this is some Unktomi who
has played some trick on White Plume and has taken his bow and arrows
and also his clothes, and hearing of your offer, is here impersonating
White Plume. Had White Plume drawn the bow on the buffalo, eagle and
rabbit today, we would have been rid of them, so I think we had better
scare this Unktomi into telling us where White Plume is," said the young
man.

"Wait until he tries to kill the witches again tomorrow," said the
chief.

In the meantime the younger daughter had taken an axe and gone into the
woods in search of dry wood. She went quite a little distance into the
wood and was chopping a dry log. Stopping to rest a little she heard
some one saying: "Whoever you are, come over here and chop this tree
down so that I may get loose." Going to where the big tree stood, she
saw a man stuck onto the side of the tree. "If I chop it down the fall
will kill you," said the girl. "No, chop it on the opposite side from
me, and the tree will fall that way. If the fall kills me, it will be
better than hanging up here and starving to death," said White Plume,
for it was he.

The girl chopped the tree down and when she saw that it had not killed
the man, she said: "What shall I do now?" "Loosen the bark from the tree
and then get some stones and hea