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"
Le
Renard
Subtil
does
not
eat
,
"
he
said
,
using
the
appellation
he
had
found
most
flattering
to
the
vanity
of
the
Indian
.
"
His
corn
is
not
well
parched
,
and
it
seems
dry
.
Let
me
examine
;
perhaps
something
may
be
found
among
my
own
provisions
that
will
help
his
appetite
.
"
Magua
held
out
the
wallet
to
the
proffer
of
the
other
He
even
suffered
their
hands
to
meet
,
without
betraying
the
least
emotion
,
or
varying
his
riveted
attitude
of
attention
.
But
when
he
felt
the
fingers
of
Heyward
moving
gently
along
his
own
naked
arm
,
he
struck
up
the
limb
of
the
young
man
,
and
uttering
a
piercing
cry
as
he
darted
beneath
it
,
plunged
,
at
a
single
bound
,
into
the
opposite
thicket
.
At
the
next
instant
the
form
of
Chingachgook
appeared
from
the
bushes
,
looking
like
a
spectre
in
its
paint
,
and
glided
across
the
path
in
swift
pursuit
.
Next
followed
the
shout
of
Uncas
,
when
the
woods
were
lighted
by
a
sudden
flash
,
that
was
accompanied
by
the
sharp
report
of
the
hunter
's
rifle
.
"
In
such
a
night
Did
Thisbe
fearfully
o'ertrip
the
dew
;
And
saw
the
lion
's
shadow
ere
himself
.
"
Merchant
of
Venice
.
The
suddenness
of
the
flight
of
his
guide
,
and
the
wild
cries
of
the
pursuers
,
caused
Heyward
to
remain
fixed
,
for
a
few
moments
,
in
inactive
surprise
.
Then
recollecting
the
importance
of
securing
the
fugitive
,
he
dashed
aside
the
surrounding
bushes
,
and
pressed
eagerly
forward
to
lend
his
aid
in
the
chase
.
Before
he
had
,
however
,
proceeded
a
hundred
yards
,
he
met
the
three
foresters
already
returning
from
their
unsuccessful
pursuit
.
"
Why
so
soon
disheartened
!
"
he
exclaimed
;
"
the
scoundrel
must
be
concealed
behind
some
of
these
trees
,
and
may
yet
be
secured
.
We
are
not
safe
while
he
goes
at
large
.
"
"
Would
you
set
a
cloud
to
chase
the
wind
?
"
returned
the
disappointed
scout
;
"
I
heard
the
imp
,
brushing
over
the
dry
leaves
,
like
a
black
snake
,
and
blinking
a
glimpse
of
him
,
just
over
ag
'
in
yon
big
pine
,
I
pulled
as
it
might
be
on
the
scent
;
but
'
twould
n't
do
!
and
yet
for
a
reasoning
aim
,
if
anybody
but
myself
had
touched
the
trigger
,
I
should
call
it
a
quick
sight
;
and
I
may
be
accounted
to
have
experience
in
these
matters
,
and
one
who
ought
to
know
.
Look
at
this
sumach
;
its
leaves
are
red
,
though
everybody
knows
the
fruit
is
in
the
yellow
blossom
,
in
the
month
of
July
!
"
