His face became stern, however, as he added:
"That shrinking creature must be trained. Give
her into the keeping of The Stone, and let this
girl henceforth be known as Timid Hare."

As Bent Horn spoke he motioned to Swift
Fawn's captor to take her away, and the man at
once led her out of the lodge and through the
camp to a small tepee on the outskirts, where
the old woman, The Stone, lived with her
deformed son, Black Bull.




THE NEW HOME

Drawing aside the heavy buffalo-skin curtain which covered the doorway,
the man shoved his little captive inside and followed close behind her.

"Ugh, Timid Hare," he said scornfully. "This is your new home. Does
it please you?"

The child shuddered without answering, as she mustered courage to look
about her. The fire on the hearth in the middle of the tepee was
smouldering. With the help of its dim light the little girl could see
piles of dirty buffalo robes on either side; the walls of the tent,
also made of buffalo skins, were blackened by smoke. Long shadows
stretching across the floor, seemed to take on fearful shapes in the
child's fancy as the low fire, now and then, gave a sudden leap upward.