The Track-maker had added to his fame.

He had taken many scalps, and the Dahcotah maidens welcomed him as a hero--as one who would no longer refuse to acknowledge the power of their charms.

They asked him eagerly of the fight--whom he had killed first--but they derived but little satisfaction from his replies.

They found he resisted their advances, and they left him to his gloomy thoughts.
Every scene he looked upon added to his grief.

Memory clung to him, recalling every word and look of Flying Shadow.