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He
was
yet
speaking
,
when
a
crashing
sound
was
heard
,
and
a
cannon-ball
entered
the
thicket
,
striking
the
body
of
a
sapling
,
and
rebounding
to
the
earth
,
its
force
being
much
expended
by
previous
resistance
.
The
Indians
followed
instantly
like
busy
attendants
on
the
terrible
messenger
,
and
Uncas
commenced
speaking
earnestly
and
with
much
action
,
in
the
Delaware
tongue
.
"
It
may
be
so
,
lad
,
"
muttered
the
scout
,
when
he
had
ended
;
"
for
desperate
fevers
are
not
to
be
treated
like
a
toothache
.
Come
,
then
,
the
fog
is
shutting
in
.
"
"
Stop
!
"
cried
Heyward
;
"
first
explain
your
expectations
.
"
"
'
Tis
soon
done
,
and
a
small
hope
it
is
;
but
it
is
better
than
nothing
.
This
shot
that
you
see
,
"
added
the
scout
,
kicking
the
harmless
iron
with
his
foot
,
"
has
ploughed
the
'
arth
in
its
road
from
the
fort
,
and
we
shall
hunt
for
the
furrow
it
has
made
,
when
all
other
signs
may
fail
.
No
more
words
,
but
follow
,
or
the
fog
may
leave
us
in
the
middle
of
our
path
,
a
mark
for
both
armies
to
shoot
at
.
"
Heyward
perceiving
that
,
in
fact
,
a
crisis
had
arrived
when
acts
were
more
required
than
words
,
placed
himself
between
the
sisters
,
and
drew
them
swiftly
forward
,
keeping
the
dim
figure
of
their
leader
in
his
eye
.
It
was
soon
apparent
that
Hawkeye
had
not
magnified
the
power
of
the
fog
,
for
before
they
had
proceeded
twenty
yards
,
it
was
difficult
for
the
different
individuals
of
the
party
to
distinguish
each
other
,
in
the
vapor
.
They
had
made
their
little
circuit
to
the
left
,
and
were
already
inclining
again
towards
the
right
,
having
,
as
Heyward
thought
,
got
over
nearly
half
the
distance
to
the
friendly
works
,
when
his
ears
were
saluted
with
the
fierce
summons
,
apparently
within
twenty
feet
of
them
,
of
--
"
Qui
va
là
?
"
"
Push
on
!
"
whispered
the
scout
,
once
more
bending
to
the
left
.
"
Push
on
!
"
repeated
Heyward
;
when
the
summons
was
renewed
by
a
dozen
voices
,
each
of
which
seemed
charged
with
menace
.
"
C'est
moi
,
"
cried
Duncan
,
dragging
,
rather
than
leading
those
he
supported
,
swiftly
onward
.
