Each, in consequence, acted according to those opinions which had been
fostered by the habits of their respective lives.
As Conanchet had no act of vengeance, like that which Metacom had
performed, immediately before his eyes, he had, at the first alarm,
given all his faculties to the nature of the attack. The first minute
was sufficient to understand its character and the second enabled him
to decide.
"Come," he said hastily, but with perfect self-possession, pointing as he
spoke to the swift-running stream at his feet; "we will go with the water;
let the marks of our trail run before."
Submission hesitated. There was something like haughty military pride in
the stern determination of his eye, which seemed reluctant to incur the
disgrace of a flight so unequivocal, and, as he might have believed, so
unworthy of his character.
"No, Narragansett!" he answered; "flee for thy life, but leave me to reap
the harvest of my deeds. They can but leave my bones by the side of those
of this traitor at my feet."
The mien of Conanchet was neither excited nor displeased.
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