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"They have done so, Loskiel." "Very well. Our order of march will be the same as yesterday. We keep the Wyandotte between us." "That is wisdom." "Is it to be a running fight, Mayaro?" "Perhaps, if their main body comes up." "Then we had best start across the Ouleout, unless you mean to ford the Susquehanna."
There are two of them now across the Susquehanna." Thunderstruck, I stared at the river, where its sunlit surface glittered level through the trees. "Do the others know this?" I asked. "Surely, Loskiel." I looked at my Indians where they lay flat behind their trees, rifles poised, eyes intent on the territory in front of them.
"Our ears must be our eyes, Loskiel.... But neither the Cat-People nor the Andastes will venture out of that morass, save only by the trail. And we shall have two watchers on it through the night." "There is no other outlet?" "None, except by the ridge Boyd travels. He blocks that pass with his twenty men." "Then we should have their egress blocked, except only in the north?"
"Do you not guess, Loskiel?" "Vaguely." "Then listen, brother. Her grandfather was the great Jean Coeur who married the white daughter of the Chevalier de Clauzun. Her mother was Mlle.
The hot flush now staining my face did not escape him, and what he thought of my stupid answer to him or of my embarrassment, I did not know. His calm countenance had not altered not even had his eyes changed, which features are quickest to alter when Indians betray emotion. I said in a mortified voice: "The Siwanois Sagamore will believe that his new brother, Loskiel, meant no offense."
"I have dreamed I was scalped, and my hair still grows." "You are not out of the woods yet," he said, sombrely. "That does not worry me." "Nor me. Yet, I do believe in premonition." "That is old wives' babble." "Maybe, Loskiel. Yet, I know I shall not leave this wilderness alive." "Lord!" said I, attempting to jest. "You should set up as a rival to Amochol and tell us all our fortunes."
There was only a heavy knife at the beaded girdle, which belted his hunting shirt and breeches of muddy tow-cloth. As I approached them, the Mohican turned his head and shot a searching glance at me. Boyd said: "This is the great Sagamore, Mayaro, Mr. Loskiel; and I have attempted to persuade him to come north with us tomorrow. Perhaps your eloquence will succeed where my plain speech has failed."
"Weary of myself, Loskiel, and of a life lived too lightly and now nigh ended." "Nigh ended!" I repeated. "I go not back again," he said, sombrely.
Tell me all you know." For a little while the Mohican lay there very silent, and I did not stir. And presently he said: "It was in '57, Loskiel, when I first laid eyes on you." "What!" "I am more than twice your age. You were then three years old." In my astonishment it occurred to me that instead of twenty-two I was now twenty-five years of age, if what the Mohican said were true.
"The soldiers were not unkind; they offered food and fire as soldiers do, Loskiel," he added, with a flash of Contempt for men who sought what no Siwanois, no Iroquois, ever did seek of any maiden or any chaste and decent woman, white or red. "I know," I said. "Continue." "I offered shelter," he said simply. "I am a Siwanois. No women need to dread Mohicans.
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