"The look he has given, and the signs he has made, are enough.
They understand him; they wish to think of his words; for the children of great braves, such as their fathers are, do nothing with out much thought." With this explanation, so flattering to the energy of his eloquence, and so promising to his future hopes, the Teton was every way content.
He made the customary ejaculation of assent, and prepared to retire.
Saluting the females, in the cold but dignified manner of his people, he drew his robe about him, and moved from the spot where he had stood, with an air of ill-concealed triumph.
But there had been a stricken, though a motionless and unobserved auditor of the foregoing scene.

Not a syllable had fallen from the lips of the long and anxiously expected husband, that had not gone directly to the heart of his unoffending wife.

In this manner had he wooed her from the lodge of her father, and it was to listen to similar pictures of the renown and deeds of the greatest brave in her tribe, that she had shut her ears to the tender tales of so many of the Sioux youths.
As the Teton turned to leave his lodge, in the manner just mentioned, he found this unexpected and half-forgotten object before him.

She stood, in the humble guise and with the shrinking air of an Indian girl, holding the pledge of their former love in her arms, directly in his path.

Starting, the chief regained the marble-like indifference of countenance, which distinguished in so remarkable a degree the restrained or more artificial expression of his features, and signed to her, with an air of authority to give place.
"Is not Tachechana the daughter of a chief ?" demanded a subdued voice, in which pride struggled with anguish: "were not her brothers braves ?" "Go; the men are calling their partisan.