"Your name's well bestowed, Sarpent - yes, 'tis well bestowed!
Sure enough, where would a lover of finery be so little likely to
s'arch, as among garments as coarse and onseemly as these of poor
Hetty's. I dares to say, Judith's delicate fingers haven't touched
a bit of cloth as rough and oncomely as that petticoat, now, since
she first made acquaintance with the officers! Yet, who knows?
The key may be as likely to be on the same peg, as in any other
place. Take down the garment, Delaware, and let us see if you are
ra'ally a prophet." Chingachgook did as desired, but no key was
found. A coarse pocket, apparently empty, hung on the adjoining
peg, and this was next examined. By this time, the attention of
Judith was called in that direction, and she spoke hurriedly and
like one who wished to save unnecessary trouble.
"Those are only the clothes of poor Hetty, dear simple girl!" she
said, "Nothing we seek would be likely to be there."
The words were hardly out of the handsome mouth of the speaker,
when Chingachgook drew the desired key from the pocket. Judith
was too quick of apprehension not to understand the reason a hiding
place so simple and exposed had been used.
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