For a moment inextinguishable hatred seemed
to hold the mastery, and then a nobler expression, and one that better
became the character of a brave, got possession of his features, and
maintained itself until, first throwing aside his light robe of
pictured deer-skin, and pointing to the scar of a bayonet in his
breast, he replied--
"It was given, as it was taken, face to face."
"It is enough. My brother is a brave chief, and he should be wise. Let
him look: is that a warrior of the Pale-faces? Was it one such as that
who gave the great Dahcotah his hurt?"
The eyes of Mahtoree followed the direction of the old man's extended
arm, until they rested on the drooping form of Inez. The look of the
Teton was long, riveted, and admiring. Like that of the young Pawnee,
it resembled more the gaze of a mortal on some heavenly image, than
the admiration with which man is wont to contemplate even the
loveliness of woman. Starting, as if suddenly self-convicted of
forgetfulness, the chief next turned his eyes on Ellen, where they
lingered an instant with a much more intelligible expression of
admiration, and then pursued their course until they had taken another
glance at each individual of the party.
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