The surrounding Indians looked down at the vanquished Shawnee, expressing their approval in characteristic grunts.
With Lance prancing proudly, and Mose leaping lovingly beside him, Joe walked back to his lodge.

Whispering Winds sprang to meet him with joyful face.

She had feared the outcome of trouble with the Shawnee, but no queen ever bestowed upon returning victorious lord a loftier look of pride, a sweeter glance of love, than the Indian maiden bent upon her lover.
Whispering Winds informed Joe that an important council was to be held that afternoon.

It would be wise for them to make the attempt to get away immediately after the convening of the chiefs.
Accordingly she got upon Lance and rode him up and down the village lane, much to the pleasure of the watching Indians.

She scattered the idle crowds on the grass plots, she dashed through the side streets, and let every one in the encampment see her clinging to the black stallion.