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otherwise for a father who has done so much for me?โ€

โ€œAnd for me, too,โ€ continued the youth, gently pressing the hand he held in both his own.

The look of innocence and surprise which he received in return convinced Duncan of the necessity of being more explicit.

โ€œThis is neither the place nor the occasion to detain you with selfish wishes,โ€ he added; โ€œbut what heart loaded like mine would not wish to cast its burden? They say misery is the closest of all ties; our common suffering in your behalf left but little to be explained between your father and myself.โ€

โ€œAnd, dearest Cora, Duncan; surely Cora was not forgotten?โ€

โ€œNot forgotten! no; regretted, as woman was seldom mourned before. Your venerable father knew no difference between his children; but I โ€” Alice, you will not be offended when I say, that to me her worth was in a degree obscured โ€”โ€

โ€œThen you knew not the merit of my sister,โ€ said Alice, withdrawing her hand; โ€œof you she ever speaks as of one who is her dearest friend.โ€

โ€œI would gladly believe her such,โ€ returned Duncan, hastily; โ€œI could wish her to be even more; but with you, Alice, I have the permission of your father to aspire to a still nearer and dearer tie.โ€

Alice trembled violently, and there was an instant during which she bent her face aside, yielding to the emotions common to her sex; but they quickly passed away, leaving her mistress of her deportment, if not of her affections.

โ€œHeyward,โ€ she said, looking him full in the face with a touching expression of innocence and dependency, โ€œgive me the sacred presence and the holy sanction of that parent before you urge me further.โ€

โ€œThough more I should not, less I could not say,โ€ the youth was about to answer, when he was interrupted by a light tap on his shoulder. Starting to his feet, he turned, and, confronting the intruder, his looks fell on the dark form and malignant visage of Magua. The deep guttural laugh of the savage sounded, at such a moment, to Duncan, like the hellish taunt of a demon. Had he pursued the sudden and fierce impulse of the instant, he would have cast himself on the Huron, and committed their fortunes to the issue of a deadly struggle. But, without arms of any description, ignorant of what succor his subtle enemy could command, and charged with the safety of one who was just then dearer than ever to his heart, he no sooner entertained than he abandoned the desperate intention.

โ€œWhat is your purpose?โ€ said Alice, meekly folding her arms on her bosom, and struggling to conceal an agony of apprehension in behalf of Heyward, in the usual cold and distant manner with which she received the visits of her captor.

The exulting Indian had resumed his austere countenance, though he drew warily back before the menacing glance of the young manโ€™s fiery eye. He regarded both his captives for a moment with a steady look, and then, stepping aside, he dropped a log of wood across a door different from that by which Duncan had entered. The latter now comprehended the manner of his surprise, and, believing himself irretrievably lost, he drew Alice to his bosom, and stood prepared to meet a fate which he hardly regretted, since it was to be suffered in such company. But Magua meditated no immediate violence. His first measures were very evidently taken to secure his new captive; nor did he even bestow a second glance at the motionless forms in the center of the cavern, until he had completely cut off every hope of retreat through the private outlet he had himself used. He was watched in all his movements by Heyward, who, however, remained firm, still folding the fragile form of Alice to his heart, at once too proud and too hopeless to ask favor of an enemy so often foiled. When Magua had effected his object he approached his prisoners, and said in English: โ€œThe pale faces trap the cunning beavers; but the red-skins know how to take the Yengeese.โ€

โ€œHuron, do your worst!โ€ exclaimed the excited Heyward, forgetful that a double stake was involved in his life; โ€œyou and your vengeance are alike despised.โ€

โ€œWill the white man speak these words at the stake?โ€ asked Magua; manifesting, at the same time, how little faith he had in the otherโ€™s resolution by the sneer that accompanied his words.

โ€œHere; singly to your face, or in the presence of your nation.โ€

โ€œLe Renard Subtil is a great chief!โ€ returned the Indian; โ€œhe will go and bring his young men, to see how bravely a pale face can laugh at tortures.โ€

He turned away while speaking, and was about to leave the place through the avenue by which Duncan had approached, when a growl caught his ear, and caused him to hesitate.

The figure of the bear appeared in the door, where it sat, rolling from side to side in its customary restlessness.

Magua, like the father of the sick woman, eyed it keenly for a moment, as if to ascertain its character. He was far above the more vulgar superstitions of his tribe, and so soon as he recognized the well-known attire of the conjurer, he prepared to pass it in cool contempt. But a louder and more threatening growl caused him again to pause. Then he seemed as if suddenly resolved to trifle no longer, and moved resolutely forward.

The mimic animal, which had advanced a little, retired slowly in his front, until it arrived again at the pass, when, rearing on his hinder legs, it beat the air with its paws, in the manner practised by its brutal prototype.

โ€œFool!โ€ exclaimed the chief, in Huron, โ€œgo play with the children and squaws; leave men to their wisdom.โ€

He once more endeavored to pass the supposed empiric, scorning even the parade of threatening to use the knife, or tomahawk, that was pendent from his belt. Suddenly the beast extended its arms, or rather legs, and inclosed him in a grasp that might have vied with the far-famed power of the โ€œbearโ€™s hugโ€ itself. Heyward had watched the whole procedure, on the part of Hawkeye, with breathless interest.

At first he relinquished his hold of Alice; then he caught up a thong of buckskin, which had been used around some bundle, and when he beheld his enemy with his two arms pinned to his side by the iron muscles of the scout, he rushed upon him, and effectually secured them there. Arms, legs, and feet were encircled in twenty folds of the thong, in less time than we have taken to record the circumstance.

When the formidable Huron was completely pinioned, the scout released his hold, and Duncan laid his enemy on his back, utterly helpless.

Throughout the whole of this sudden and extraordinary operation, Magua, though he had struggled violently, until assured he was in the hands of one whose nerves were far better strung than his own, had not uttered the slightest exclamation. But when Hawkeye, by way of making a summary explanation of his conduct, removed the shaggy jaws of the beast, and exposed his own rugged and earnest countenance to the gaze of the Huron, the philosophy of the latter was so far mastered as to permit him to utter the never failing: โ€œHugh!โ€

โ€œAy, youโ€™ve found your tongue,โ€ said his undisturbed conqueror; โ€œnow, in order that you shall not use it to our ruin, I must make free to stop your mouth.โ€

As there was no time to be lost, the scout immediately set about effecting so necessary a precaution; and when he had gagged the Indian, his enemy might safely have been considered as โ€œhors de combat.โ€

โ€œBy what place did the imp enter?โ€ asked the industrious scout, when his work was ended. โ€œNot a soul has passed my way since you left me.โ€

Duncan pointed out the door by which Magua had come, and which now presented too many obstacles to a quick retreat.

โ€œBring on the gentle one, then,โ€ continued his friend; โ€œwe must make a push for the woods by the other outlet.โ€

โ€œโ€˜Tis impossible!โ€ said Duncan; โ€œfear has overcome her, and she is helpless. Alice! my sweet, my own Alice, arouse yourself; now is the moment to fly. โ€˜Tis in vain! she hears, but is unable to follow. Go, noble and worthy friend; save yourself, and leave me to my fate.โ€

โ€œEvery trail has its end, and every calamity brings its lesson!โ€ returned the scout. โ€œThere, wrap her in them Indian cloths. Conceal all of her little form. Nay, that foot has no fellow in the wilderness; it will betray her.

All, every part. Now take her in your arms, and follow.

Leave the rest to me.โ€

Duncan, as may be gathered from the words of his companion, was eagerly obeying; and, as the other finished speaking, he took the light person of Alice in his arms, and followed in the footsteps of the scout. They found the sick woman as they had left her, still alone, and passed swiftly on, by the natural gallery, to the place of entrance. As they approached the little door of bark, a murmur of voices without announced that the friends and relatives of the invalid were gathered about the place, patiently awaiting a summons to re-enter.

โ€œIf I open my lips to speak,โ€ Hawkeye whispered, โ€œmy English, which is the genuine tongue of a white-skin, will tell the varlets that an enemy is among them. You must give โ€˜em your jargon, major; and say that we have shut the evil spirit in the cave, and are taking the woman to the woods in order to find strengthening roots. Practise all your cunning, for it is a lawful undertaking.โ€

The door opened a little, as if one without was listening to the proceedings within, and compelled the scout to cease his directions. A fierce growl repelled the eavesdropper, and then the scout boldly threw open the covering of bark, and left the place, enacting the character of a bear as he proceeded. Duncan kept close at his heels, and soon found himself in the center of a cluster of twenty anxious relatives and friends.

The crowd fell back a little, and permitted the father, and one who appeared to be the husband of the woman, to approach.

โ€œHas my brother driven away the evil spirit?โ€ demanded the former. โ€œWhat has he in his arms?โ€

โ€œThy child,โ€ returned Duncan, gravely; โ€œthe disease has gone out of her; it is shut up in the rocks. I take the woman to a distance, where I will strengthen her against any further attacks. She will be in the wigwam of the young man when the sun comes again.โ€

When the father had translated the meaning of the strangerโ€™s words into the Huron language, a suppressed murmur announced the satisfaction with which this intelligence was received.

The chief himself waved his hand for Duncan to proceed, saying aloud, in a firm voice, and with a lofty manner: โ€œGo; I am a man, and I will enter the rock and fight the wicked one.โ€

Heyward had gladly obeyed, and was already past the little group, when these startling words arrested him.

โ€œIs my brother mad?โ€ he exclaimed; โ€œis he cruel? He will meet the disease, and it will enter him; or he will drive out the disease, and it will chase his daughter into the woods. No; let my children wait without, and if the spirit appears beat him down with clubs. He is cunning, and will bury himself in the mountain, when he sees how many are ready to fight him.โ€

This singular warning had the desired effect. Instead of entering the cavern, the father and husband drew their tomahawks, and posted themselves in readiness to deal their vengeance on the imaginary tormentor of their sick relative,

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