Neither did he speak nor suffer a muscle to play, until a hand
was placed on one of his arms, and he who had drawn near said, in tones
of amity and respect--
"The young Sachem hath come to look for his brother?"
"Wampanoag, I have followed the trail, that your ears may listen to the
talk of a Pale-face."
The third person in this interview was Metacom He shot a haughty and
fierce glance at the stranger, and then turned to his companion in arms,
with recovered calmness, to reply.
"Has Conanchet counted his young men since they raised the whoop?" he
asked, in the language of the aborigines. "I saw many go into the fields,
that never came back. Let the white men die."
"Wampanoag, he is led by the wampum of a Sachem. I have not counted my
young men; but I know that they are strong enough to say that what their
chief hath promised shall be done."
"If the Yengeese is a friend of my brother, he is welcome. The wigwam of
Metacom is open; let him enter it."
Philip made a sign for the others to follow, and led the way to the place
he had named.
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