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At which Mona turns round to him a face very pale, but full of such love as should rejoice the heart of any man, and says, tremulously,— "Yes, and——" Three Bulls, chief of the camp, was a great man. He had a fierce temper, and when he spoke, people hurried to do what he ordered, for they feared him. He never talked loud nor called any one by an ill name. When any one displeased him or refused to do what he said he just smiled and then killed the person. He was brave. In battle with enemies he was the equal of twenty men, rushing here, there, into the thickest of the fights, and killing—always with that silent, terrible smile on his face. Because he was such a great warrior, and also because he was generous, helping the poor, feasting any who came to his lodge, he was the head chief of the Blackfeet. "I felt nothing, nothing, but the one thing that I was powerless to help you," says Mona, passionately; "that was bitter.".