"I believe you are happy, for I know you love Isaac dearly." "Myeerah has always loved him. She will love his sister." "And I will love you," said Betty. "I will love you because you have saved him. Ah! Myeerah, yours has been wonderful, wonderful love." "My sister is loved," whispered Myeerah. "Myeerah saw the look in the eyes of the great hunter. It was the sad light of the moon on the water.
Because of the interest of Myeerah, the Indian Princess, they have importuned me for years to be adopted into the tribe, marry the White Crane, as they call Myeerah, and become a Wyandot chief. To this I would never consent, though I have been careful not to provoke the Indians. I was allowed the freedom of the camp, but have always been closely watched.
No, no, Myeerah loves too well for that." "You might make the attempt," said Isaac, turning away in bitter disappointment. "If you loved me you could not see me suffer." "Never say that again," cried Myeerah, pain and scorn in her dark eyes. "Can an Indian Princess who has the blood of great chiefs in her veins prove her love in any way that she has not? Some day you will know that you wrong me.
"Myeerah and I are going this afternoon, and we came over to say good-bye to you. We intend riding down the river fifteen miles and then crossing, to avoid running into any band of Indians." "And how does Myeerah like the settlement by this time?" "Oh, she is getting on famously. Betty and she have fallen in love with each other.
"Friends, this is Myeerah, the daughter of Tarhe," said Isaac simply. "We are to be married to-morrow." "Oh, why did you not tell me?" asked Betty in great surprise. "She said nothing about it." "You see Myeerah has that most excellent trait in a woman knowing when to keep silent," answered Isaac with a smile. The door opened at this moment, admitting Will Martin and Alfred Clarke.
Miss Zane, your health, your happiness, in this good old wine." "I thank you," murmured Betty with downcast eyes. "I bid you all good-night. Come, Myeerah." Once more alone with Betty, the Indian girl turned to her with eyes like twin stars. "My sister has made me very happy," whispered Myeerah in her soft, low voice. "Myeerah's heart is full."
"Yes, Girty might have done that," said Col. Zane. "I suppose, though he dared not interfere in behalf of poor Crawford." "Isaac, Can you get Myeerah to talk? I love to hear her speak," said Betty, in an aside. "Myeerah, will you sing a Huron love-song?" said Isaac "Or, if you do not wish to sing, tell a story. I want them to know how well you can speak our language."
"What shall Myeerah say?" she said, shyly. "Tell them the legend of the Standing Stone." "A beautiful Indian girl once dwelt in the pine forests," began Myeerah, with her eyes cast down and her hand seeking Isaac's. "Her voice was like rippling waters, her beauty like the rising sun. From near and from far came warriors to see the fair face of this maiden.
Look at this mark where Crow hit me," said Isaac, passionately, bowing his head to enable her to see the bruise where the club had struck him. "I am sorry," said Myeerah, gently. "I know that I am in great danger from the Delawares." "The daughter of Tarhe has saved your life before and will save it again." "They may kill me in spite of you." "They will not dare.
"I am going to marry Myeerah and I brought her with me for that purpose. When we are married I will go back to the Wyandots and live with them until peace is declared." "Humph! Will it be declared?" "Myeerah has promised it, and I believe she can bring it about, especially if I marry her. Peace with the Hurons may help to bring about peace with the Shawnees.