who had stolen the maiden from him as the one who had defeated his people, was afraid. He ran back to the village to tell the men, and to get help for the pursuit.
"And you came back!" cried the men of the village in a voice of scorn. "You did not save the maiden you claim to love! Stay here at home with the women while we ride forth and overtake them!"
So the men mounted their ponies and rode away; and toward evening they came in sight of the brave young warrior, and the maiden of their tribe.
But as they drew nearer they saw that the maiden had braided the long tresses of her hair and had bound them about the neck of the young warrior who bore her in his arms. And this was the sign to them that she loved him, and wished to go with him and become his wife.
Then the Indians of her own tribe were doubly angry, and drawing their bows they shot both the young warrior and the maiden through the heart, and returned to their own village.
And where the two fell, there sprang from the earth a new flower, the purple violet, which speaks of courage and of love.
