"My pale father is a brave warrior," said the young Sachem of the
Narragansetts. "His hand took the scalp of the Great Sagamore of
his people!"
The countenance of Metacom changed instantly. In place of the ironical
scorn that was gathering about his lip, its expression became serious and
respectful. He gazed steadily at the hard and weather beaten features of
his guest, and it is probable that words of higher courtesy than any he
had yet used would have fallen from him, had not, at that moment, a signal
been given, by a young Indian set to watch on the summit of the rock, that
one approached. Both Metacom and Conanchet appeared to hear this cry with
some uneasiness. Neither however arose, nor did either betray such
evidence of alarm as denoted a deeper interest in the interruption, than
the circumstances might very naturally create A warrior was shortly seen
entering the encampment, from the side of the forest which was known to
lie in the direction of the Wish-Ton-Wish.
The moment Conanchet saw the person of the newly-arrived man, his eye and
attitude resumed their former repose, though the look of Metacom still
continued gloomy and distrustful.
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