flashing eye, excited look, and the impatient play of
his foot upon the ground, the deep indignation that
consumed his heart.

The tall savage exulted in the mortification he had
awakened, and as his eye glanced insolently from head to
foot along his enemy, its expression told how much he
laughed at the impotence of his anger. Suddenly, however,
a change passed over his features. The mocassin of the
officer had evidently attracted his attention, and he
now demanded, in a more serious and imperative tone,--

"Ha! what means this disguise? Who is the wretch whom I
have slain, mistaking him for a nobler victim; and how
comes it that an officer of the English garrison appears
here in the garb of a servant? By heaven, it is so! you
are come as a spy into the camp of the Indians to steal
away the councils of the chiefs. Speak, what have you
heard?"

With these questions returned the calm and self-possession
of the officer. He at once saw the importance of his
answer, on which hung not merely his own last faint chance
of safety, but that also of his generous deliverer.
Struggling to subdue the disgust which he felt at holding
converse with this atrocious monster, he asked in turn,--

"Am I then the only one whom the warriors have overtaken
in their pursuit?"