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"She remembers him as one who received kindness both from her father's hand and her own, and as one who shows his gratitude by treacherously burning her home, and carrying her into captivity. Yes, Pequanon," she continued, bursting into tears at the remembrance of the event, "she remembers you and can never forget your conduct." "Pequanon saved your life," he returned, feelingly.
Pequanon never forgets kindness, and will die for the maiden that clothed and fed him." Rosalind felt her heart moved with pity toward the poor, untutored savage who had thus really been grateful, and no doubt had done all in his power for her good.
Pequanon was at his place in the inside as usual, watching, in the nobleness of his soul, the life of Rosalind. His quick ear detected the noise, slight as it was, occasioned by Kent's labor. The latter supposing the inmates of the lodge would be slumbering, hoped for an opportunity to do what he wished. But Pequanon was on the alert, and detected him at work.
All treated it lightly, and she began to entertain a suspicion that they knew more of it than she did herself. In the course of the day she narrated the circumstance to Pequanon, showing him also the aperture that had been made in the lodge. He examined it carefully, and appeared troubled about it.
When we get down home out of danger, I'll let you hug and cry as much as you please. Which way, Mr. Red-skin?" Pequanon turned to the left and took long, impatient strides. Kent followed closely in his footsteps, while Leslie led the trembling Rosalind. Often, regardless of the danger which threatened, he pressed her to him and whispered words of which we can only guess the meaning.
Kent saw that an encounter was unavoidable, when, concentrating his strength, he bounded like a panther toward the savage, bearing him to the earth, with his iron hand clutching his throat. Pequanon struggled, but was powerless, and could not make a sound above a painful gurgle. Kent whipped out his knife, and had just aimed at his breast, when the savage found voice to speak a few words.
"I'll let you up then, and give you two minutes to trot her out. If you undertake to come any of your tricks over me, I'll blow your brains out." Kent permitted Pequanon to arise, who departed silently for the lodge without giving a reply to his remark. The hunter was not to be deceived by any artifice of the savage, and to guard against treachery, withdrew still further from the lodge.
The savage was uneasy, and waited a few moments for her to speak further, but as she evinced no disposition to do so, he at length added: "Does the maiden remember Pequanon?" "She does," she returned, looking him steadily in the face.
Pequanon noticed this and started toward the river. "Hold on, cap'n!" said Kent; "there's another chap that come with me." The hunter now took the lead; and leaving them hopefully pursuing their way, let us glance at Leslie until they arrive. Chafing, fretting, hoping, fearing and doubting sat Leslie, impatiently awaiting the appearance of Kent.
Pequanon was determined to satisfy himself in regard to Rosalind's secret enemy; and espying the shadowy form gliding along from him, he sprung toward it, hoping and expecting that it might leap to its feet. The form leaped to its feet in a manner that he little suspected.
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