They were in war paint.

Conspicuous among them was the renowned Muck-a-Muck.

But why did the fingers of Natty Bumpo tighten convulsively around his rifle?
The chief held in his hand long tufts of raven hair.

The heart of the pioneer sickened as he recognized the clustering curls of Genevra.

In a moment his rifle was at his shoulder, and with a sharp "ping," Muck-a-Muck leaped into the air a corpse.