By and by they separated, when he followed Wanska to her father's teepee.
Her mother and father had gone to dispose of game in exchange for bread and flour, and the Deer-killer seated himself uninvited on the floor of the lodge.
"The teepee of the warrior is lonely when he returns from hunting," said he to the maiden.

"Wanska must come to the lodge of the Deer-killer.

She shall ever have the tender flesh of the deer and buffalo to refresh her, and no other wife shall be there to make her unhappy." "Wanska is very happy now," she replied.

"Her father is a good hunter.
He has gone to-day to carry ducks and pigeons to the Fort.

The promises of the Deer-killer are like the branch that breaks in my hand.