In a few moments a hundred Chippeways could be called up, but still the Dahcotahs plunge into the thick forest that skirts the edge of the prairie, in order to find out what prospect they have for delighting themselves with the long wished for revenge.
It was not long before a group of Chippeways was discovered, all unapprehensive of evil.

At their camp the Chippeways had made pickets, for they knew they might expect retaliation; but those who fell a sacrifice were not expecting their foes.
The spies were not far ahead--they returned to the party, and then retraced their steps.

The low cries of animals were imitated to prevent any alarm being given by the breaking of a twig or the rustling of the leaves.

They were very near the Chippeways, when the war chief gave the signal on a bone whistle, and the Dahcotahs fired.

Every one of the Chippeways fell--two men, three women, and two children.
Then came the tomahawk and scalping knife--the former to finish the work of death, the latter to bear a trophy to their country, to say, Our comrades are avenged.