She knew that the affections of a husband might vary, but the tie between mother and child is indissoluble.
The young wife wondered that Red Face was not by her side.

But he would return to-morrow, and her welcome would be all the greeting that he would wish for.

While her thoughts are assuming the form of dreams, she sees the fatal weapon pointed at the mother and child.

The bullet that kills the sleeping infant on its mother's breast, wounds the mother also; but she flies in horror, though not soon enough to escape the sight of her other pleading child, her warrior-son, vainly clasping his hands in entreaty to the savage, who, with another blow from his tomahawk, puts an end to his sufferings.

The wretched mother escapes, for Hole-in-the-Day enters the teepee, and takes prisoner the younger wife.