Turkey-foot, whose cheek the lock of the Girl Avenger’s weapon had dreadfully mangled, was the first to regain his composure. He snatched an ember from the floor and fanned it into a flame by whirling it over his head. “The She-wolf shall not escape the Death League!” he cried, darting forward, followed by Wacomet and several others. The torch revealed a passage leading into the rock, and with a shout of triumph the chief sprung into it. The corridor was almost devoid of angles, and suddenly Turkey-foot reached its termination against rocks that gave forth no hollow sound. With a cry of dismay the chief turned to his brethren, and all threw an inquiring stare into each other’s faces. Had the She-wolf dissolved into the damp air that filled the passage? While this mental interrogative puzzled the brains of the revengers, a shout from behind drove an ejaculation of horror from their lips. _The Girl Avenger was in their rear_. CHAPTER XI. THE END OF THE BATTLE. Turkey-foot was the first to regain his composure, and consequently the first to speak. “Watchemenetoc aids the young She-wolf,” he said, as calm as the zenith of a summer’s sky, “but we are strong enough to vanquish both. Three of our band lie stiff and cold in her den, and shall she advance, though all the beings of darkness aid her, and shoot us down like sheep? Shall the Death League be exterminated ere the dawn of light? Shall none live to meet the Black Snake on the field of battle? Let my brothers answer. ’Tis Turkey-foot, the Ottawa, that speaks.” By Leather-lips, the sorcerer, the chief’s speech was answered. “We shall not die ignobly,” he cried. “If we can, let us escape and hunt her down at another time. Now she stands by the small hole ready to strike us down, one at a time, before our arms can reach her. She can not long escape us; we can, we will hunt her down before we meet the Black Snake. Let us escape.” But now arose the question by what avenue should they gain freedom?