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"I will send you back to the Huron, Susquesus," I added, "if you can name to me the price that will purchase his forgiveness." The Onondago looked at me meaningly a moment; then, bending forward, he passed the fore-finger of his hand around the head of Jaap, along the line that is commonly made by the knife of the warrior, as he cuts away the trophy of success from his victim.
So you expect these French Injins will make an excursion in among the settlers, out here to the south-east of us?" "Go to nearest don't care where he be. Nearest your friend; won't like that, s'pose?" "You are right enough, Onondago, in saying that.
Even the red man had been fairly bought off by Herman Mordaunt, the patentee, and so Susquesus, the Redskin of Ravensnest, as our old Onondago was often called, had ever admitted the fact to be. It was natural that I should love an estate thus inherited and thus situated.
Well did the Onondago deserve his name, as it seemed to me, while he threaded his way through that gloomy forest, without path, mark or sign of any sort, that was intelligible to others. His pace was between a walk and a gentle trot, and it required all our muscles to keep near him.
"Bad for warrior to see squaw when he dig up hatchet only make woman of him. No; go this way path there no here scalp there squaw here." As the gestures of the Onondago were quite as significant as his language, we had no difficulty in understanding him.
No dog, indeed, could be truer, in this particular, than Jaap or Jacob Satanstoe, for he had adopted the name of the Neck as his patronymic; much as the nobles of other regions style themselves after their lands. When all was ready, and we were on the point of quitting the hut, the question arose seriously, whether we were to go by Ravensnest, or by the new route that the Onondago had mentioned.
"We are every mile of forty to the eastward of the line of march; and why should parties keep so distant from their enemies?" "Even such a supposition would place our foes between us and our friends; no very comfortable consideration, of itself. But, what think you of this hint concerning the Onondago?" "There may be truth in that more than in the report that the woods are full of savages.
Well, Onondago, what do you say to following the compass, now!" "Best look at him he tell," answered Susquesus, our whole line halting to let Guert comply. "This d d compass will never come round!" exclaimed Guert, shaking the little instrument in order to help the needle round to the point at which he wished to see it stand. "These little devils are very apt to get out of order, Corny after all."
Instead of manifesting any emotion, however, the Onondago did not even cease to eat; but merely nodded his head, and muttered, "Good now hear news Jumper come." Sure enough, it was Jumper; and his appearance in the flesh, not only alive, but unharmed, produced a general shout among us as he came in, on such a long, loping gait, as usually marked a runner's movement.
Experienced woodsmen frequently left their trails visible expressly to deceive; and the Onondago, who personally knew Muss, as Jaap called his prisoner, was fully aware that he had to deal with a profoundly artful foe.
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