Lagonda's pool, and most Indians needed a diagram for that."
Although Dennie spoke lightly, she shuddered a little at the thought,
and the whole company grew graver.

"An Indian doesn't forget. So, Red Fox, who had sworn to have The Fawn,
came down here with hundreds of Sioux who wanted the ponies
the Kickapoos had stolen, as Red Fox wanted Swift Elk's girl.
The Kickapoos wouldn't give up the ponies and Swift Elk wouldn't
give up The Fawn. So the siege began. Right where we are so safe
and peaceful tonight those Kickapoos fought, and starved, and died,
while the Sioux kept cruel watch on the top of that old stone ledge,
never letting one escape. At last, after hours and hours of siege,
The Fawn and Swift Elk decided to escape by the river in the night.
A storm had come on suddenly, and a cloudburst up the Walnut was
sending a perfect surge of water down around the bend. The two lovers
were caught in its sweep and carried beyond the shallows when a flash
of lightning showed them to Red Fox watching on the bluff up there.
At the next flash he sent an arrow straight through Swift Elk's
body and into The Fawn's shoulder, pinning the two together.
The Sioux leaped into the stream to save the girl he loved,
but the heavy current swept them toward the whirlpool, and before
they could prevent the dying and wounded and rescuing were all
caught by the fatal suction. Then the Sioux warriors rushed
in from all sides, upstream, down the bluff from west prairie,
and over the Corral, and slaughtered every Kickapoo here.
Their fierce yells and the shrieks of the squaws and pappooses,
the pounding of horses' hoofs in the stampede of hundreds of ponies,
the roar of the river, the wrath of the storm made a scene this
old Corral will never see again." Dennie paused.