Let him forget that wonder for a minute."
"Where t'other pale brother?" demanded the boy, looking up and letting
the idea that had been most prominent in his mind, previously to
the introduction of the chess men, escape him involuntarily.
"He sleeps, or if he isn't fairly asleep, he is in the room where
the men do sleep," returned Deerslayer. "How did my young friend
know there was another?"
"See him from the shore. Iroquois have got long eyes - see beyond
the clouds - see the bottom of the Great Spring!"
"Well, the Iroquois are welcome. Two pale-faces are prisoners in
the camp of your fathers, boy."
The lad nodded, treating the circumstance with great apparent
indifference; though a moment after he laughed as if exulting in
the superior address of his own tribe.
"Can you tell me, boy, what your chiefs intend to do with these
captyves, or haven't they yet made up their minds?"
The lad looked a moment at the hunter with a little surprise. Then
he coolly put the end of his fore finger on his own head, just
above the left ear, and passed it round his crown with an accuracy
and readiness that showed how well he had been drilled in the
peculiar art of his race.
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