Girty would have the Delawares on his trail like a pack of hungry wolves.

He could not understand the absence of Whispering Winds.

She would have died sooner than desert him.

Girty had, perhaps, captured her, and was now scouring the woods for him.
"I'll get him next time, or he'll get me," muttered Joe, in bitter wrath.

He could never forgive himself for his failure to kill the renegade.
The recollection of how nearly he had forever ended Girty's brutal career brought before Joe's mind the scene of the fight.