His chief had taken the prisoner to his teepee; she was safe; she was a member of his family--who would harm her there?
but now they were in council to decide upon her fate.

He was an old man, had seen many winters--he had often travelled far and suffered much to take the life of an enemy; and here, where there is one in their power, should they lose the opportunity of revenge?
She was but a woman, but the Dahcotah blood flowed in her veins.

She was not fit to live.

The Eagle spoke next.

He was glad that the chief had taken the prisoner to his teepee--it had been always customary occasionally to adopt a prisoner, and the chief did well to keep up the customs of their tribe.