But when should they join again in the ceremonies of their tribe?
When?
Alas! they could not even ask their jailer when; or if they had, he would only have laughed at the strange dialect that he could not comprehend.

But the Dahcotahs bore with patience their unmerited confinement, and Wabashaw excelled them all.

His eye was not as bright as when he left home, and there was an unusual weakness in his limbs--but never should his enemies know that he suffered.

And when those high in authority visited the prisoners, the haughty dignity of Wabashaw made them feel that the Dahcotah warrior was a man to be respected.
But freedom came at last.

The murderers were given up; and an interpreter in the prison told Wabashaw that he was no longer a prisoner; that he would soon again see the Father of many waters; and that more, he had been made by the English a chief, the first chief of the Dahcotahs.
It was well nigh too late for Wabashaw.