When she arose, a tear glistened on the cheek of the
child. The latter had received the embrace more in apathy than in concern;
and now, when led towards the upper rooms, she moved from the presence of
her mother, it was with an eye that never bent its riveted gaze from the
features of the young Indian, until the intervening walls hid him entirely
from her sight.
"Thou hast been thoughtful and like thyself, my good Ruth," said Content,
who at that moment entered, and who rewarded the self-command of his wife
by a look of the kindest approbation. "The youths have not been more
prompt in meeting the foe at the stockades, than thy maidens in looking to
their less hardy duties. All is again quiet, without; and we come, now,
rather for consultation, than for any purposes of strife."
"Then must we summon our father from his post at the artillery, in
the block."
"It is not needful," interrupted the stranger. "Time presses, for this
calm may be too shortly succeeded by a tempest that all our power shall
not quell. Bring forth the captive."
Content signed to the boy to approach, and when he was in reach of his
hand, he placed him full before the stranger.
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