"Well, Squire," said Doe, waxing impatient, "you may jist as well work it out according to law that this same sodger younker, that never seed Kentucky afore in his life, has been butchering Shawnees there, ay, and in this d--d town too, for ten years agone. Ay, Dick, it's true, jist as I tell you: there has been a dozen or more Injun warriors struck and scalped in our very wigwams here, in the dead of the night, and nothing, in the morning, but the mark of the Jibbenainosay to tell who was the butcher. There's not a cussed warrior of them all that doesn't go to his bed at night in fear; for none knows when the Jibbenainosay,--the Howl of the Shawnees,--may be upon him. You must know, there was some bloody piece of business done in times past (Injuns is the boys for them things!)--the murdering of a knot of innocent people--by some of the tribe, with the old villain Wenonga at the head of 'em. Ever since that, the Jibbenainosay has been murdering among them; and they hold that it's a judgment on the tribe, as ondoubtedly it is. And now, you see, that's jist the reason why the old chief has turned such a vagabond; for the tribe is rifled at him, because of his bringing such a devil on them, and they won't follow him to battle no more, except some sich riff-raff, vagabond rascals as them we picked up for this here rascality, no how. And so, you see, it has a sort of set the old feller mad: he thinks of nothing but the Jibbenainosay,--(that is, when he's sober, though, cuss him, I believe it's all one when he's drunk, too.)--of hunting him up and killing him, for he's jist a feller to fight the devil, there's no two ways about it. It was because I told him we was going to the woods on Salt, where the crittur abounds, and where he might get wind of him, that he smashed his rum-keg, and agreed to go with us." "Well, well," said Doe's associate, "this is idle talk. We have won the victory, and must enjoy it. I must see the prize." "What good can come of it?" demanded Doe, moodily: "the gal's half dead and whole crazy,--or so Telie says. And as for your gitting any good-will out of her, cuss me if I believe it. And Telie says--" "That Telie will spoil all! I told you to keep the girl away from her." "Well, and didn't I act accordin'? I told her I'd murder her, if she went near her agin--a full-blooded, rale-grit rascal to talk so to my own daughter, an't I? But I should like to know where's the good of keeping the gal from her, since it's all she has for comfort?"