The court, lighted to the brilliancy of day, was empty;
for the increasing heat of the fires, no less than the discharges from the
loops, still kept the cautious savages to their covers. There was barely
hope, that the space between the dwelling and the block-house might yet be
passed in safety.
"I would I had asked that the door of the block should be held in hand,"
muttered Submission; "it would be death to linger an instant in that
fierce light; nor have we any manner of----"
A touch was laid upon his arm, and turning, the speaker saw the dark eye
of the captive boy looking steadily in his face.
"Wilt do it?" demanded the other, in a manner to show that he doubted,
while he hoped.
A speaking gesture of assent was the answer, and then the form of the lad
was seen gliding quietly from the room.
Another instant, and Miantonimoh appeared in the court. He walked with the
deliberation that one would have shown in moments of the most entire
security. A hand was raised towards the loops, as if to betoken amity, and
then dropping the limb, he moved with the same slow step into the very
centre of the area.
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