In the midst of a dead silence the half king took his seat and studied the ground. The Chickahominies, squatted round the circle, stirred not a finger, and the outer row of spectators, motionless against a background of interlacing branches patched with vivid blue, seemed a procession in tapestry. The Ricahecrians and their formidable chief maintained a stony gloom. Whatever interest they felt in the fate of their captive chief was carefully concealed. The sun, now hanging, broad and red, low in the heavens might have been the Gorgon’s head and the whole village staring at it. The Governor began to laugh. Sir Charles chimed in musically and Laramore followed suit. The Surveyor-General frowned, but the Colonel, after one or two attempts at sobriety of demeanor, succumbed, and the trio became a quartette. The glades of the forest rang to the jovial sound—it was as though there were enchantment in the golden afternoon, or in the ring of dark and frowning countenances before them, for they laughed as though they would never stop. Even the servants at the horses’ heads were infected, and laughed at they knew not what. The Surveyor-General lost patience. "I think the Jamestown weed groweth in these woods," he said dryly. The Governor pulled himself together. "Faith! I believe you are right!" he said airily. "But rat me! if the impudence of the varlets be not the most amusing thing since the Quaker’s plea for toleration!" "The amusement seems to be on our side," said the Surveyor-General. The Governor cast a careless glance in the direction indicated by the other. "Pshaw! a fit of the sulks! They will get over it. Is this precious captive the giant whom I have seen at Rosemead, Major Carrington?" "Not so, your Excellency. My man is a Susquehannock." "I believe I may lay claim to the fellow, Sir William," said the Colonel, wiping his eyes. "Is he the Indian who was whipt the other day?" asked Sir Charles, taking snuff. "For stealing fire-water—yes." The Governor began to laugh again. "Of course you will release the rascal, Colonel? The Blue Mountains threaten war if you do not. Fling yourself into the breach, and so prevent a ’scandal to the community and a menace to the State,’ to quote your words of this morning. Consistency is a jewel, Dick the Peacemaker. Wherefore let the savage go." "I ’ll be d—d if I do!" cried the Colonel. The Governor, shaking with laughter, got to his feet. At a signal his groom brought up his horse and held the stirrup for him to mount. His Excellency swung himself into the saddle and gathered the reins into his gauntleted hands; the remainder of the company, too, got to horse. The Governor’s steed, a fiery, coal black Arabian, danced with impatience. "Selim scents a fray!" cried his Excellency. "Come on, gentlemen! ’Twill be sunset before we reach that sweet piece of earth behind Verney’s orchard."