"
"Here is truly that which ingenuity may portray as the print of man's
foot; but it is alone, and may be some accident of the wind."
"Let my father look on every side; he will see that a tribe hath passed."
"This may be true, though my vision is unequal to detect that thou wouldst
show. But if a tribe hath passed, let us follow."
Conanchet shook his head, and spread the fingers of his two hands in a
manner to describe the radii of a circle.
"Hugh!" he said, starting even while he was thus significantly answering
by gestures, "a moccason comes!"
Submission, who had so often and so recently been arrayed against the
savages, involuntarily sought the lock of his carbine. His look and action
were menacing, though his roving eye could see no object to excite alarm.
Not so Conanchet. His quicker and more practised vision soon caught a
glimpse of the warrior who was approaching, occasionally concealed by the
trunks of trees, and whose tread on the dried leaves had first betrayed
his proximity. Folding his arms on his naked bosom, the Narragansett
chief awaited the coming of the other, in an attitude of calmness and
dignity.
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