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same sounds were repeated, evidently proceeding from the mouth of the beast. Once more the eyes of the youth roamed over the interior of the lodge, and returning to the former resting place, he uttered, in a deep, suppressed voice:

โ€œHawkeye!โ€

โ€œCut his bands,โ€ said Hawkeye to David, who just then approached them.

The singer did as he was ordered, and Uncas found his limbs released. At the same moment the dried skin of the animal rattled, and presently the scout arose to his feet, in proper person. The Mohican appeared to comprehend the nature of the attempt his friend had made, intuitively, neither tongue nor feature betraying another symptom of surprise. When Hawkeye had cast his shaggy vestment, which was done by simply loosing certain thongs of skin, he drew a long, glittering knife, and put it in the hands of Uncas.

โ€œThe red Hurons are without,โ€ he said; โ€œlet us be ready.โ€ At the same time he laid his finger significantly on another similar weapon, both being the fruits of his prowess among their enemies during the evening.

โ€œWe will go,โ€ said Uncas.

โ€œWhither?โ€

โ€œTo the Tortoises; they are the children of my grandfathers.โ€

โ€œAy, lad,โ€ said the scout in Englishโ โ€”a language he was apt to use when a little abstracted in mind; โ€œthe same blood runs in your veins, I believe; but time and distance has a little changed its color. What shall we do with the Mingoes at the door? They count six, and this singer is as good as nothing.โ€

โ€œThe Hurons are boasters,โ€ said Uncas, scornfully; โ€œtheir totem is a moose, and they run like snails. The Delawares are children of the tortoise, and they outstrip the deer.โ€

โ€œAy, lad, there is truth in what you say; and I doubt not, on a rush, you would pass the whole nation; and, in a straight race of two miles, would be in, and get your breath again, afore a knave of them all was within hearing of the other village. But the gift of a white man lies more in his arms than in his legs. As for myself, I can brain a Huron as well as a better man; but when it comes to a race the knaves would prove too much for me.โ€

Uncas, who had already approached the door, in readiness to lead the way, now recoiled, and placed himself, once more, in the bottom of the lodge. But Hawkeye, who was too much occupied with his own thoughts to note the movement, continued speaking more to himself than to his companion.

โ€œAfter all,โ€ he said, โ€œit is unreasonable to keep one man in bondage to the gifts of another. So, Uncas, you had better take the lead, while I will put on the skin again, and trust to cunning for want of speed.โ€

The young Mohican made no reply, but quietly folded his arms, and leaned his body against one of the upright posts that supported the wall of the hut.

โ€œWell,โ€ said the scout looking up at him, โ€œwhy do you tarry? There will be time enough for me, as the knaves will give chase to you at first.โ€

โ€œUncas will stay,โ€ was the calm reply.

โ€œFor what?โ€

โ€œTo fight with his fatherโ€™s brother, and die with the friend of the Delawares.โ€

โ€œAy, lad,โ€ returned Hawkeye, squeezing the hand of Uncas between his own iron fingers; โ€œโ€Šโ€™twould have been more like a Mingo than a Mohican had you left me. But I thought I would make the offer, seeing that youth commonly loves life. Well, what canโ€™t be done by main courage, in war, must be done by circumvention. Put on the skin; I doubt not you can play the bear nearly as well as myself.โ€

Whatever might have been the private opinion of Uncas of their respective abilities in this particular, his grave countenance manifested no opinion of his superiority. He silently and expeditiously encased himself in the covering of the beast, and then awaited such other movements as his more aged companion saw fit to dictate.

โ€œNow, friend,โ€ said Hawkeye, addressing David, โ€œan exchange of garments will be a great convenience to you, inasmuch as you are but little accustomed to the makeshifts of the wilderness. Here, take my hunting shirt and cap, and give me your blanket and hat. You must trust me with the book and spectacles, as well as the tooter, too; if we ever meet again, in better times, you shall have all back again, with many thanks into the bargain.โ€

David parted with the several articles named with a readiness that would have done great credit to his liberality, had he not certainly profited, in many particulars, by the exchange. Hawkeye was not long in assuming his borrowed garments; and when his restless eyes were hid behind the glasses, and his head was surmounted by the triangular beaver, as their statures were not dissimilar, he might readily have passed for the singer, by starlight. As soon as these dispositions were made, the scout turned to David, and gave him his parting instructions.

โ€œAre you much given to cowardice?โ€ he bluntly asked, by way of obtaining a suitable understanding of the whole case before he ventured a prescription.

โ€œMy pursuits are peaceful, and my temper, I humbly trust, is greatly given to mercy and love,โ€ returned David, a little nettled at so direct an attack on his manhood; โ€œbut there are none who can say that I have ever forgotten my faith in the Lord, even in the greatest straits.โ€

โ€œYour chiefest danger will be at the moment when the savages find out that they have been deceived. If you are not then knocked on the head, your being a non-composser will protect you; and youโ€™ll then have a good reason to expect to die in your bed. If you stay, it must be to sit down here in the shadow, and take the part of Uncas, until such times as the cunning of the Indians discover the cheat, when, as I have already said, your times of trial will come. So choose for yourselfโ โ€”to make a rush

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