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"
I
have
been
on
their
trail
,
"
replied
the
young
Indian
,
"
and
know
that
they
number
as
many
as
the
fingers
of
my
two
hands
;
but
they
lie
hid
,
like
cowards
.
"
"
The
thieves
are
outlying
for
scalps
and
plunder
!
"
said
the
white
man
,
whom
we
shall
call
Hawkeye
,
after
the
manner
of
his
companions
.
"
That
bushy
Frenchman
,
Montcalm
,
will
send
his
spies
into
our
very
camp
,
but
he
will
know
what
road
we
travel
!
"
"
Tis
enough
!
"
returned
the
father
,
glancing
his
eye
towards
the
setting
sun
;
"
they
shall
be
driven
like
deer
from
their
bushes
.
Hawkeye
,
let
us
eat
to-night
,
and
show
the
Maquas
that
we
are
men
to-morrow
.
"
"
I
am
as
ready
to
do
the
one
as
the
other
;
but
to
fight
the
Iroquois
'
tis
necessary
to
find
the
skulkers
;
and
to
eat
,
'
tis
necessary
to
get
the
game
--
talk
of
the
devil
and
he
will
come
;
there
is
a
pair
of
the
biggest
antlers
I
have
seen
this
season
,
moving
the
bushes
below
the
hill
!
Now
,
Uncas
,
"
he
continued
in
a
half
whisper
,
and
laughing
with
a
kind
of
inward
sound
,
like
one
who
had
learnt
to
be
watchful
,
"
I
will
bet
my
charger
three
times
full
of
powder
,
against
a
foot
of
wampum
,
that
I
take
him
atwixt
the
eyes
,
and
nearer
to
the
right
than
to
the
left
.
"
"
It
can
not
be
!
"
said
the
young
Indian
,
springing
to
his
feet
with
youthful
eagerness
;
"
all
but
the
tips
of
his
horns
are
hid
!
"
"
He
's
a
boy
!
"
said
the
white
man
,
shaking
his
head
while
he
spoke
,
and
addressing
the
father
.
"
Does
he
think
when
a
hunter
sees
a
part
of
the
creatur
'
,
he
ca
n't
tell
where
the
rest
of
him
should
be
!
"
Adjusting
his
rifle
,
he
was
about
to
make
an
exhibition
of
that
skill
,
on
which
he
so
much
valued
himself
,
when
the
warrior
struck
up
the
piece
with
his
hand
,
saying
--
"
Hawkeye
!
will
you
fight
the
Maquas
?
"
"
These
Indians
know
the
nature
of
the
woods
,
as
it
might
be
by
instinct
!
"
returned
the
scout
,
dropping
his
rifle
,
and
turning
away
like
a
man
who
was
convinced
of
his
error
.
"
I
must
leave
the
buck
to
your
arrow
,
Uncas
,
or
we
may
kill
a
deer
for
them
thieves
,
the
Iroquois
,
to
eat
.
The
instant
the
father
seconded
this
intimation
by
an
expressive
gesture
of
the
hand
,
Uncas
threw
himself
on
the
ground
,
and
approached
the
animal
with
wary
movements
.
When
within
a
few
yards
of
the
cover
,
he
fitted
an
arrow
to
his
bow
with
the
utmost
care
,
while
the
antlers
moved
,
as
if
their
owner
snuffed
an
enemy
in
the
tainted
air
.
In
another
moment
the
twang
of
the
cord
was
heard
,
a
white
streak
was
seen
glancing
into
the
bushes
,
and
the
wounded
buck
plunged
from
the
cover
,
to
the
very
feet
of
his
hidden
enemy
.
Avoiding
the
horns
of
the
infuriated
animal
,
Uncas
darted
to
his
side
,
and
passed
his
knife
across
the
throat
,
when
bounding
to
the
edge
of
the
river
it
fell
,
dyeing
the
waters
with
its
blood
.
