"
"Very true, Deerslayer," rejoined Judith, losing every trace of
displeasure in a bright smile - "very true, and I hope to see you
act on this love of justice in all matters in which I am concerned.
Above all, I hope you will judge for yourself, and not believe every
evil story that a prating idler like Hurry Harry may have to tell,
that goes to touch the good name of any young woman, who may not
happen to have the same opinion of his face and person that the
blustering gallant has of himself."
"Hurry Harry's idees do not pass for gospel with me, Judith; but
even worse than he may have eyes and ears", returned the other
gravely.
"Enough of this!" exclaimed Judith, with flashing eye and a flush
that mounted to her temples, "and more of my father and his ransom.
'Tis as you say, Deerslayer; the Indians will not be likely to
give up their prisoners without a heavier bribe than my clothes
can offer, and father's rifle and powder. There is the chest."
"Ay, there is the chest as you say, Judith, and when the question
gets to be between a secret and a scalp, I should think most men
would prefer keeping the last. Did your father ever give you any
downright commands consarning that chist?"
"Never.
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