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their number stood motionless, sentinels from habit, watching whatever moved in the distance. The women were busy tanning hides, drying meat and pounding pemmican, while young girls wandered down to where the willows bent to the stream to watch the silken stems sway in the rippling waters.
Lone Pine was left to his bitter thoughts.
Like a gray rock of silence and solitude, the great chief had breasted the white storm o 'erspreading the land, until he realized in dumb anguish that many of his own people had sunk to the degradation of renouncing kindred to beg at the doors where they had sold their birthright. Stone by stone cities rose on plain and hill, bound together by steel strands of traffic and intercommunication, until the mighty empire stretching from ocean to ocean had become an entangling network from which there was no escape for the nobler spirits of his race. It was of no avail to resist the cloud of snowflakes that came falling by millions to cover the land and its decaying red leaves, but there was a hate in his heart for the sneaking thieves and outcasts of his tribe, who had traded their very souls to the same unscrupulous element among the white invaders. His sad forecast of tribal elimination was embittered by the realization of treacherous betrayal.
Such was Lone Pine 's mood when a drink-crazed outcast, who had crept into camp, was brought before him, begging food and shelter. The old chief listened in grim silence to the artful pleadings of the prodigal and nodded assent when he begged to be taken in as one of the tribe.
"We have little food to spare," said the chief, "but always some to share. Go sit with the women."
The chief scornfully offered the renegade a squaw's dress.
The' man recoiled with an expression of deadly hate in his face and ran away, followed by the jeers of the braves. He fled so precipitately that they thought he had gone for good,
LONE PINE SCORNFULLY OFFERS THE RENEGADE A SQUAW 's DRESS
but he circled and crawled back as soon as they left sick Lone Pine to his sad meditations. Inch by inch the renegade wormed his way until within reach of Lone Pine, then he lifted the old chief's left arm and stabbed him to the heart.
Lone Pine fell back with a soft sigh of relief, not knowing who had killed him. There he was found when pursuit of the murderer seemed out of the question, but there was a rush to don war-clothes and head-dress, to secure weapons and mount horses, to send scouts afoot in every trail leading into the valleys or over the hills. There was no methodical attempt to find the renegade, the death of Lone Pine and the absence of Whirlwind leaving no one in command.
It was Meda, the snake woman, who first thought of drawing the absent brother's attention. A smoke fire was built by the squaws where it could be
THUS THEY SIGNAL TO LONE PINE S BROTHER