"Judith, I ought to have read a chapter to father and Hurry!" said
the innocent but terrified speaker, "and that would have kept them
from going again on such an errand. Do you call to them, Deerslayer,
and tell them I want them, and that it will be good for them both
if they'll return and hearken to my words."
"Ah's me! Poor Hetty, you little know the cravin's for gold and
revenge, if you believe they are so easily turned aside from their
longin's! But this is an uncommon business in more ways than one,
Judith. I hear your father and Hurry growling like bears, and yet
no noise comes from the mouth of the young chief. There's an ind
of secrecy, and yet his whoop, which ought to ring in the mountains,
accordin' to rule in such sarcumstances, is silent!"
"Justice may have alighted on him, and his death have saved the
lives of the innocent."
"Not it - not it - the Sarpent is not the one to suffer if that's
to be the law. Sartainly there has been no onset, and 'tis
most likely that the camp's deserted, and the men are comin' back
disapp'inted. That accounts for the growls of Hurry and the silence
of the Sarpent."
Just at this instant a fall of a paddle was heard in the canoe,
for vexation made March reckless.
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