Unbind him - cut his withes, place him face to face with this cawing bird; then let us see which is tired of life!"
Hist made a forward movement, as if to take a knife from a young man, and perform the office she had mentioned in person, but an aged warrior interposed, at a sign from Rivenoak.
This chief watched all the girl did with distrust, for, even while speaking in her most boastful language, and in the steadiest manner, there was an air of uncertainty and expectation about her, that could not escape so close an observer.
She acted well; but two or three of the old men were equally satisfied that it was merely acting.
Her proposal to release Deerslayer, therefore, was rejected, and the disappointed Hist found herself driven back from the sapling, at the very moment she fancied herself about to be successful.
At the same time, the circle, which had got to be crowded and confused, was enlarged, and brought once more into order.
Rivenoak now announced the intention of the old men again to proceed, the delay having continued long enough, and leading to no result. "Stop Huron - stay chiefs! -" exclaimed Judith, scarce knowing what she said, or why she interposed, unless to obtain time. "For God's sake, a single minute longer -"
The words were cut short, by another and a still more extraordinary interruption.
A young Indian came bounding through the Huron ranks, leaping into the very centre of the circle, in a way to denote the utmost confidence, or a temerity bordering on foolhardiness.
Five or six sentinels were still watching the lake at different and distant points, and it was the first impression of Rivenoak that one of these had come in, with tidings of import.
Still the movements of the stranger were so rapid, and his war dress, which scarcely left him more drapery than an antique statue, had so little distinguishing about it, that, at the first moment, it was impossible to ascertain whether he were friend or foe.
Three leaps carried this warrior to the side of Deerslayer, whose withes were cut in the twinkling of an eye, with a quickness and precision that left the prisoner perfect master of his limbs.
Not till this was effected did the stranger bestow a glance on any other object; then he turned and showed the astonished Hurons the noble brow, fine person, and eagle eye, of a young warrior, in the paint and panoply of a Delaware.
He held a rifle in each hand, the butts of both resting on the earth, while from one dangled its proper pouch and horn.
This was Killdeer which, even as he looked boldly and in defiance at the crowd around him, he suffered to fall back into the hands of its proper owner.
The presence of two armed men, though it was in their midst, startled the Hurons.
Their rifles were scattered about against the different trees, and their only weapons were their knives and tomahawks.
Still they had too much self-possession to betray fear.
It was little likely that so small a force would assail so strong a band, and each man expected some extraordinary proposition to succeed so decisive a step.
The stranger did not seem disposed to disappoint them; he prepared to speak.
"Hurons," he said, "this earth is very big. The Great Lakes are big, too; there is room beyond them for the Iroquois; there is room for the Delawares on this side.
I am Chingachgook the Son of Uncas; the kinsman of Tamenund.
This is my betrothed; that pale-face is my friend.
My heart was heavy, when I missed him; I followed him to your camp, to see that no harm happened to him.
All the Delaware girls are waiting for Wah; they wonder that she stays away so long.
Come, let us say farewell, and go on our path."
"Hurons, this is your mortal enemy, the Great Serpent of them you hate!" cried Briarthorn. "If he escape, blood will be in your moccasin prints, from this spot to the Canadas.
I am all Huron!"
As the last words were uttered, the traitor cast his knife at the naked breast of the Delaware.
A quick movement of the arm, on the part of Hist, who stood near, turned aside the blow, the dangerous weapon burying its point in a pine.
At the next instant, a similar weapon glanced from the hand of the Serpent, and quivered in the recreant's heart.
A minute had scarcely elapsed from the moment in which Chingachgook bounded into the circle, and that in which Briarthorn fell, like a log, dead in his tracks.
The rapidity of events had prevented the Hurons from acting; but this catastrophe permitted no farther delay.
A common exclamation followed, and the whole party was in motion.
At this instant a sound unusual to the woods was heard, and every Huron, male and female, paused to listen, with ears erect and faces filled with expectation.
The sound was regular and heavy, as if the earth were struck with beetles.
Objects became visible among the trees of the background, and a body of troops was seen advancing with measured tread.
They came upon the charge, the scarlet of the King's livery shining among the bright green foliage of the forest.
The scene that followed is not easily described.
It was one in which wild confusion, despair, and frenzied efforts, were so blended as to destroy the unity and distinctness of the action.
A general yell burst from the enclosed Hurons; it was succeeded by the hearty cheers of England.
Still not a musket or rifle was fired, though that steady, measured tramp continued, and the bayonet was seen gleaming in advance of a line that counted nearly sixty men.
The Hurons were taken at a fearful disadvantage. On three sides was the water, while their formidable and trained foes cut them off from flight on the fourth.
Each warrior rushed for his arms, and then all on the point, man, woman and child, eagerly sought the covers.
In this scene of confusion and dismay, however, nothing could surpass the discretion and coolness of Deerslayer.
His first care was to place Judith and Hist behind trees, and he looked for Hetty; but she had been hurried away in the crowd of Huron women.
This effected, he threw himself on a flank of the retiring Hurons, who were inclining off towards the southern margin of the point, in the hope of escaping through the water.
Deerslayer watched his opportunity, and finding two of his recent tormentors in a range, his rifle first broke the silence of the terrific scene.
The bullet brought down both at one discharge.
This drew a general fire from the Hurons, and the rifle and war cry of the Serpent were heard in the clamor.