“The She-wolf has yelped for the last time,” growled the renegade. In reply the avenger stretched forth her arm, and significantly touched the records of her vengeance. “I know what them means,” said Girty. “Yes! girl, you’ve done bloody work; now for the burning. The red-skins have paid dearly for the deeds of that dark November night down the Maumee. I must go.” He bound the girl’s feet and threw her across his shoulder as though she were a roe; then he gripped her rifle in the hand that held her from the ground, and stepped from the tragic spot. A short distance up the stream he found a ford, and soon stood on the opposite bank. To his questions and triumphant ejaculations, the girl never uttered a word, though the renegade rudely shook her as if he would break every bone in her body. It was a proud hour for Joe Girty! When from his covert he watched Jaguar-tail shoot the stag, he little dreamed of the rich prize so soon to fall within his grasp. There was not an Indian among the tribes allied against Wayne, who would not have given his right hand for the young She-wolf. And she was in their power. [1] The Maumee was designated the _Miami of the Lake_ in the early history of Ohio. CHAPTER II. THE EMPTY NEST. The scene described in the foregoing chapter transpired on the left bank of the Maumee, almost directly opposite the mouth of the Little Turkey Creek, one of its insignificant tributaries, and between that stream and the present town of Napoleon, in Henry county, Ohio. Joe Girty was obliged to cross the Maumee to reach the Ottawa village, which was situated near the river-bank, still nearer the site of the town just mentioned. The evening of the Girl Avenger’s capture was an auspicious one in the eye of the red-men of Northern Ohio. Mad Anthony Wayne, with the butchery of St. Clair’s gallant troops fresh in his mind, had reached Greenville, and was preparing to punish the red nomads of the forests, for their bloody deeds. The secret agents of Great Britain moved among the savages, and stirred them up to still more bitter hatred against the Americans. There were Capt. McKee, Elliot, Simon Girty, and other renegades equally as infamous, who whispered into the red-man’s ears, until he threw back, with a bundle of arrows, into Wayne’s teeth, the peace conditions his country had told him to offer. On the night of the She-wolf’s capture, a hundred renowned warriors from each of the allied nations, had assembled at a grand council of war in the Ottawa village. There congregated Ottawas, Shawnees, Delawares, Miamis, Wyandots, Iowas and Chippewas. To accommodate so large a throng, the council-house had been enlarged, and even then many could not force themselves beneath the birchen roof. It was settled that Wayne was to be met with determined resistance, and the savages were sanguine of success.