His wife lay dead at his feet; with his child clinging to him, he fought his way through.
Two of the Dahcotahs followed him, for he was flying fast; and they feared he would soon be out of their power.

They thought, as they nearly came up to him, that he would loose his hold on his child; but the father's heart was strong within him.

He flies, and the Sioux are close upon his heels! He fires and kills one of them.

The other Sioux follows: he has nothing to encumber him--he must be victor in such an unequal contest.

But the love that was stronger than death nerved the father's arm.