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I cannot always live here in this way. Some day I shall be killed while trying to get away, and then, if you truly love me, you will never forgive yourself." "Does not Myeerah truly love you?" she asked, gazing straight into his eyes, her own misty and sad. "I do not doubt that, but I think sometimes that it is not the right kind of love. It is too savage.
An Indian touched Isaac on the arm and silently pointed toward the huge maple tree under which Thundercloud and Myeerah were sitting. Isaac turned his horse and rode the short distance intervening. When he got near he saw that Myeerah stood with one arm over her pony's neck. She raised eyes that were weary and sad, which yet held a lofty and noble resolve.
I shall never cease to work for that end; but even if peace cannot be secured, my duty still is to Myeerah. She saved me from a most horrible death." "If your marriage with this Indian girl will secure the friendly offices of that grim old warrior Tarhe, it is far more than fighting will ever do. I do not want you to go back. Would we ever see you again?" "Oh, yes, often I hope.
The present Myeerah was the daughter of a French woman, who had been taken captive at a very early age, adopted into the Huron tribe, and married to Tarhe. The only child of this union was Myeerah. She grew to be beautiful woman and was known in Detroit and the Canadian forts as Tarhe's white daughter.
At the bend Isaac and Myeerah turned and waved their hands until the foliage of the trees hid them from view. "Well, these things happen naturally enough. I suppose they must be. But I should much have preferred Isaac staying here. Hello! What the deuce is that? By Lord! It's Tige!" The exclamation following Col. Zane's remarks had been called forth by Betty's dog.
Gradually Myeerah's agitation subsided under Betty's sweet graciousness, and by the time Betty had dressed her in a white gown, had brushed the dark hair and added a bright ribbon to the simple toilet, Myeerah had so far forgotten her fears as to take a shy pleasure in the picture of herself in the mirror. As for Betty, she gave vent to a little cry of delight.
"If I free you I will come and lie here," cried Myeerah, pointing to the dark pool. "Then come with me to my home and live there." "Go with you to the village of the pale faces, where Myeerah would be scorned, pointed at as your captors laughed at and pitied? No! No!" "But you would not be," said Isaac, eagerly. "You would be my wife. My sister and people will love you.
Myeerah, you have named me rightly. The Eagle can never be happy unless he is free." "The Eagle can be happy with his mate. And what life could be freer than a Huron's? I hope always that you will grow content." "It has been a long time now, Myeerah, since I have spoken with you of my freedom. Will you ever free me? Or must I take again those awful chances of escape?
"Myeerah is proud of her beauty, if it pleases the Eagle. Her beauty and her love are his. Yet the Eagle's words make Myeerah sad. She cannot tell what she feels. The pale face's words flow swiftly and smoothly like rippling waters, but Myeerah's heart is full and her lips are dumb." Myeerah and Isaac stopped under a spreading elm tree the branches of which drooped over and shaded the river.
"Bessie, bring your needle, silk linen, liniment everything you need for a bad knife wound, and come quickly." Betty's haggard face changed as if some warm light had been reflected on it; her lips moved, and with a sob of thankfulness she fled to her room. Two hours later, while Annie was serving breakfast to Betty and Myeerah, Col. Zane strode into the room.
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