The youth returned to his hut, and wearied with his unusual labors, was soon asleep, dreaming all night of the loved Sunbeam, whom he hoped would soon irradiate the darkness of his life.  The hours of the next day dragged away on leaden wings, and the trysting hour drew near; but to his utter disgust, just as he was on the point of going to his beloved, the negro appeared summoning him once more to the chief, and his heart sank with fear that their secret was discovered.

Tiger-tail betrayed no emotion, and for a long time teacher and pupil struggled with their tasks as before, until the Indian, unable to restrain his pent-up restlessness longer, strode away to seek relief in the chase, leaving Henry to wend his way with many watchful glances to the shrine of his worship.

While walking slowly and circuitously to avoid suspicion, and closely scrutinizing the trunks and tops of trees for any spy who might be watching, he noticed a slight movement of the tall grass around a fallen cypress, and rushing to reconnoitre, a warrior leaped to his feet and dashed into the underbrush.  Then the youth realized that suspicious eyes were following him, and that he was risking his life to meet the daughter of the chief.

He dared not enter the mouth of the cave; but walked through the thick bushes above it much depressed in spirit, when suddenly he heard his name softly called, and looking downward, saw an opening into the earth large enough to admit his body.  “Drop down this way,” was whispered, and after assuring himself that no spy was in sight, he obeyed, falling into the arms of the waiting girl.

“Henry,” said she, “I was followed; but no one knows of this entrance but myself; close it with this shrub.  We are watched, and must never meet here again.”

“But, dearest,” sobbed the youth, “life is not worth living without you; we must escape together this very night.”

“I will go with you to the ends of the earth,” was the reply.  “I loved you long before you came here; I have the gift of second sight.  Months ago I saw you coming to me.  I have explored the way to the great river.  At midnight, meet me under the great cypress, throw this perfume to the dogs and they will not bark;” she handed him a small vial.  “I must go; you follow when you hear the King-dove coo; go to your hut.”  She embraced him, and was gone.

Soon, he heard the signal, and he cautiously raised himself to the upper air, returned to his wigwam, and was soon enjoying rapturous dreams with his head resting where he knew the rays of the moon would shine into his face to awaken him at the appointed time for flight.  When he peered anxiously through the entrance of his wigwam at a little before midnight, he was appalled at the sight.  A multitude of dogs surrounded the hut, ready, evidently by their yelpings, to bring down upon him the whole tribe of Indians, should he try to escape.

“Alas,” thought he, “there are battles with fate which can never be won,” and for a moment he seemed paralyzed at his doom.  Then came to mind a recollection of the perfume given him by his thoughtful Sunbeam, and he resolved to do or die.