To kill both palefaces did not suit him.

Suddenly he thought of a way to decide.
"Let Wingenund's daughter come," he ordered.
A slight, girlish figure entered.

It was Whispering Winds.

Her beautiful face glowed while she listened to her father.
"Wingenund's daughter has her mother's eyes, that were beautiful as a doe's, keen as a hawk's, far-seeing as an eagle's.

Let the Delaware maiden show her blood.