He knew that she must die, but he could not take her life.
Her eyes were trustingly turned upon him; her soft hand grasped his arm.
But the Sioux warriors were pressing upon them, he gave her one more look, he touched her with his spear, [Footnote: When a Dahcotah touches an enemy with his spear, he is privileged to wear a feather of honor, as if he had taken a scalp.] and he was gone.
And Flying Shadow was dead.

She felt not the blow that sent her reeling to the earth.

Her lover had forsaken her in the hour of danger, and what could she feel after that?
The scalp was torn from her head by one of those who had most admired her beauty; and her body was trampled upon by the very warriors who had so envied her lover.
The shrieks of the dying women reached the ears of their husbands and brothers.

Quickly did they retrace their steps, and when they reached the spot, they bravely stood their ground; but the Dahcotahs were too powerful for them,--terrible was the struggle! The Dahcotahs continued the slaughter, and the Chippeways were obliged at last to give way.

One of the Chippeways seized his frightened child and placed him upon his back.