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"God help her at this pass!" he said, more to himself than to me; and then he would go in a breath from blessing Margery to cursing Ephraim Yeates for this fresh delay. It was Uncanoola who broke in upon the muttered malediction. "Wah! Captain Jennif' cuss plenty heap, like missionary medicine-man. Look-see! Uncanoola no can find white squaw horse yonder. Mebbe Captain Jennif' see 'um, hey?"
Catch um white squaw firs'; then blow um up Chelakee camp and catch um Captain Jennif' and Captain Long-knife if can. Heap do firs' thing firs', and las' thing las'. Wah!" It was the longest speech this devoted ally of ours was ever known to make; and having made it he went dumb again save for his urgings of us forward. But presently both he and I had our hands full with the poor lad.
"Go on, you two, if you are set upon it," he said. "I must go back. Bethink you, Jack; what if she be only maimed and not killed outright. 'Tis too horrible! I'm going back, I say." The Catawba grunted his disgust. "Captain Jennif' talk fas'; no run fas'. What think? White squaw yonder no yonder," pointing first forward and then back in the direction of the stricken camp.
"Uncanoola?" said I. He nodded. "Where 'bouts Captain Long-knife going?" I told him briefly; whereat he shook his head. "No find Captain Jennif' this way; find him that way," pointing back along the path. "How does the chief know that? Has he seen him?" Though my long exile had well-nigh cost me the trick of it, I made shift to drop into the stately Indian hyperbole. "Wah!
Richard spun around and gripped the Indian by the shoulders. "Then she is alive and safe?" he burst out. "Speak, friend, whilst I leave the breath in you to do it!" "Ugh!" said the chief, in nowise moved either by Jennifer's vehemence or by the dog-like shake. "What for Captain Jennif' think papoose thinks 'bout the Gray Wolf and poor Injun?
Uncanoola has seen the Great Water: that make him have long eyes see heap things." "Will the Catawba tell the friend whose life he saved what he has seen?" "Uncanoola see heap things," he repeated. "See Captain Jennif' so" he threw himself flat upon the ground and pictured me a fugitive crawling snake-like through the underwood.
At the trigger-pulling instant the Catawba thrust the thick of his hand between stone and steel, and the flint bit, harmless for Jennifer, into the palm of the Indian. "Wah!" he ejaculated, in his soft guttural. "No want kill Captain Jennif', hey?" Ephraim Yeates lowered his weapon and released the pinched hand held fast by the gun-flint.
We rode up and were presently shaking hands with our old-time ally, the Catawba. "How!" said he; "heap how! Chief Harris glad; wah! Make think have to go to Sal'bury to find Captain Long-knife and Captain Jennif'. Heap much glad!" "Chief Harris?" I queried. "Who may he be?" The Catawba drew himself up and drummed upon his breast. "Chief Harris here," he answered, proudly.
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