Then comes one of the most effective acts of the kind that I have ever seen. The place is within the stockade of logs surrounding the Post. There has been an all-night vigil, with fierce, intermittent fighting. The time is just before daybreak. The first faint gray of light is beginning to steal into the sky; there is a reflected glow of distant fires, and, far off, yet clear and indescribably horrible, are heard the “blip-blip” of the Indian war-drums and the shrill, hideous cries of the savage warriors, working themselves to frenzy for the last murderous rush to storm and overwhelm the defenders of the Post. A parley has been sought with _Scar-Brow_, and he rides up, heard but unseen, in the slowly growing light, contemptuously secure and safe under protection of the white man’s flag of truce. At the same time his daughter, a gentle girl, friendly to the whites, making her way into the fortress to bring water for the garrison, has been mistaken for a foe, has been fired on and hit by a sentry but has stoically persevered and made her way in. _General Kennion_ speaks from the stockade to _Scar-Brow_, warns him of the punishment sure to follow his rebellion, and appeals to him to restrain and withdraw his rebellious warriors. The savage is bitterly contemptuous in his answer; the men within the Post shall die,--those that die fighting the fortunate ones; the women, in particular the _General’s_ daughter, shall _not be killed_! _Kennion_ cries out to the ruffian, warning him that _his_ daughter, little _Fawn Afraid_, is at that moment in the Post and that she is hostage for the safety of the women and the garrison. There is a pause: in the reptile nature of _Scar-Brow_ there is a strong affection for his daughter; then he speaks: “Show her to me--let me _see_ her,” he demands; and as, standing unseen outside the stockade among the sage-brush, he makes this demand, his daughter, within, reels and falls and the doctor, tending her, whispers to the _General_ “She’s _dead_, sir!” It is a situation of terrible significance. The Indian leader waits for a moment, then he denounces the _General_ as a liar,--and the next instant the wild hoof-beats of his horse are heard as he gallops away.