When his sentence was announced, it exhibited no change;
and he saw all the pale-men depart, with the calmness he had maintained
throughout. It was only as Uncas, attended by the body of his party and
the two white superintendents who had been left, approached, that his
spirit seemed to awaken.
"My people have said that there shall be no more wolves in the woods,"
said Uncas; "and they have commanded our young men to slay the hungriest
of them all."
"It is well!" coldly returned the other.
A gleaming of admiration, and perhaps of humanity, came over the grim
countenance of Uncas, as he gazed at the repose which reigned in the firm
features of his victim. For an instant, his purpose wavered.
"The Mohicans are a great tribe!" he added; "and the race of Uncas is
getting few. We will paint our brother so that the lying Narragansetts
shall not know him, and he will be a warrior on the main land."
This relenting of his enemy had a corresponding effect on the generous,
temper of Conanchet. The lofty pride deserted his eye, and his look became
milder and more human.
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