panion; "a man fierce and terrible to his foes."
The wretch at her side suddenly grasped her by the arm and hissed in her ear:
"Hush! that is he walking yonder. I know his form. He is more slender than he was. It is because of his long, hurried march. He has heard of the fall of his wigwam, in the far land whither he had traveled, and has returned to take vengeance on the foes who have laid waste his home."
"What will he do?" asked the woman, gazing intently on the stalking figure; "he is alone, and can't do much against six men with good, stout weapons."
"Alone he seems to be now," was the answer; "but there is help near, you may be sure. North Wind has too long a head to come unprepared Tor the blow. He has a son, Torch Eye by name, half white, half red, a subtle, bold youth, popular with the Yankees at Sibley's Corner. It would not be strange if North Wind, through the
