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All this action was well-nigh instantaneous so quick in its occurrence, that neither I nor Wingrove could get up in time to hinder the assailant. We both hastened forward as fast as it was in our power; but we should have been too late, had the thrust been better aimed, or less skilfully avoided. It was given.
She was not bound, yet it was easy to see she was a captive. That could be told by the way she was encircled by the Indians, as well as by their treatment of her. She was on horseback, as already stated, and near to the Utah chief in front of him. Neither Wingrove nor I had any difficulty in identifying the captive. It was Su-wa-nee, the Chicasaw.
On turning over the leaves to that useful book, 'Men of the Time, the reader finds mention made of the following men of letters and law Sir Archibald Alison, Mr. Thomas Chisholm Anstey, Mr. William Edmonstone Aytoun, Mr. Philip James Bailey, Mr. J.N. Ball, Mr. Sergeant Peter Burke, Sir J.B. Burke, Mr. John Hill Burton, Mr. Hans Busk, Mr. Isaac Butt, Mr. George Wingrove Cooke, Sir E.S. Creasy, Dr.
She must have expected that name: since there was no other to be mentioned. She did not start, though a sensible change was observable in the expression of her countenance. A slight darkling upon her brow, accompanied by a pallor and compression of the lips, indicated pain. "Frank Wingrove," I repeated, seeing that she remained silent.
I resolved to seize the opportunity of speaking with her alone; and, bidding Wingrove wait for my return, I once more hastened to lay hold of my horse. Perhaps I should encounter the chief on the way? Perhaps he might not exactly like the proceeding?
Wingrove and I could hold in no longer, but joining in the loud cachinnation as if we had been its echoes sprang forward to the front. Infantry and rifleman bounded to their feet, with a simultaneous shout of "Indians!" and dropping their spits and half-eaten appolas of meat, dashed into the bushes like a pair of frightened rabbits!
Do you hear it, proud slayer of red panthers? Ha! it mocks you both!" "Oh! bother, girl!" exclaimed. Wingrove in a vexed tone; "ye're a talkin' nonsense." "Truth, White Eagle truth! the black snake has been in your nest; and yours too, slayer of panthers! He has wound himself around your pretty birds, and borne them away in his coils away over the great desert plains away to the Big Lake!
Wingrove was still alive: the wretch Su-wa-nee must be near? "Carajo!" again yelled the savage. "What promised you the Red-Hand? To cut the living flesh from your bones? But no that would be merciful. The Arapahoes have contrived a sweeter vengeance one that will appease the spirits of our slain warriors. We shall combine sport with the sacrifice of the pale-faced dogs ha, ha, ha!"
Frank Wingrove is true!" I detailed the proofs of his loyalty from beginning to end. I had learnt every circumstance from Wingrove himself, and was able to set them forth with all the circumstantiality of truth itself. I spoke with as much earnestness as if I had been suing in my own cause; but I was listened to with willing ears, and my suit was successful.
I detailed the events of the morning, which Wingrove had not yet heard; my brief interview with the Indian maiden her figurative prophecy that had proved but two truthful. I described the deserted dwelling; and at last read to him the letter of Lilian read it from beginning to end. He listened with attention, though chafing at the delay.
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