She looked towards the door.

To her surprise, the mat which usually hung as a curtain was rolled up, and the door was open.
"Peen-tee-geen n'dau-nis!"[49] cried she.
Something like a faint, faint shadow appeared to glide in.

It took gradually a more distinct outline.

As she looked and looked, she began to discern the form and features of the chief's beautiful daughter, but it was long before she appeared like a reality, and took her place in the lodge like a thing of flesh and blood.
They kept the matter hid very close, for they would not for the world that the father or friends of the bride should know what had happened.
Soon, however, it began to be rumored about that the chief's beautiful daughter had returned to life, and was living in the Red Fox's lodge.
How it ever became known was a mystery, for, of course, the grandmother never spoke of it.
Be that as it may, the news created great excitement in the village.
"This must never be," said they all.

"He barked her to death once, and who knows what he may do next time ?" The father took at once a decided part.