“Little Wild Cat” was a spirited Indian maiden of the Coahuila tribe, and many braves were in love with her, but she accepted only Fleet Foot, the adopted son of the chief. One day two braves proposed marriage to her and she refused them. He happened that a few hours later they were taken ill and they blamed it to an evil spirit within “Little Wild Cat.” The same day, when passing the hut of an old Indian, she saw a bowl of milk, and being thirsty, she lifted it and took a drink, but found that the milk was sour. The old man came from the house in time to see her: he, too, tasted the milk and, finding it sour, vowed she was a witch. In despair she appealed to the chief, and as he was about to pronounce her “Good Squaw,” a pall hanging from the roof of his hut fell with a crash. His heart was filled with superstitious fear and he ordered her to leave the village on penalty of death. Fleet Foot decided to join in her flight and sent her forth in the great desert, promising to meet her with food and water. In the darkness she lost her way and they both wandered across the sandy stretch, each in search of the other. The tribe determined to kill the evil one and gave chase. When Fleet Foot discovered “Little Wild Cat.” she was almost overcome. Three of the pursuers overtook them and in a fierce encounter Fleet Foot killed two braves; the other took flight. They struggled on and at last reached the Indian agency, where kindly hands administered to them. When “Little Wild Cat” was sufficiently recovered, she and Fleet Foot were married by the minister.