ill luck, he made no further resistance, but sullenly suffered himself
to be led back. Philip Joy, on seeing Spikeman break away, started
from his place of concealment; so that the two were confronted on the
latter's return. The sight of Philip awoke a hope in Spikeman's
bosom, who begged him to intercede with the savage.

"I have done so already," answered Philip; "but he will not listen to
me, and has deprived me of my arms."

"Speak to him again--he will regard what you say. Save my life, and I
will make recompense a thousandfold for any wrong I have done you or
him."

The Pequot, smiling, stood by, quietly listening to the colloquy, and
before Philip could address him, said:

"Did Sassacus promise his white brother to let the dog (pointing to
Spikeman) run away?"

"You did; but care no more for your word than if you were no chief."

"My brother's, is a pappoos speech. Sassacus never broke his word; he
only tried whether the dog was as brave as he was bad. White man," he
added, turning to the Assistant, "thou art free. A great chief
disdains to give thee the death of a warrior. Go back to thy people,
and tell them what return the Sagamore of the Pequots makes for thy
breach of hospitality. His promise to his brother saves thy life this
time. But, beware! A Sagamore does not forget. Be a snail that keeps
its head within its shell. If the snail puts it out, Sassacus will
step upon it. Depart."