Virginia -- History -- Colonial period, ca. 1600-1775 -- Fiction
He had had but time for a half-tittered, half-thought prayer when the
pressure upon his breast relaxed; the knife fell, indeed, but harmlessly
upon the grass, and the figure rose to its height with an astonished
"Ugh!"
Landless, rising also, began to think that he recognized the gigantic
form towering through the pale moonlight.
"Ugh!" said the figure again. "The great Spirit threw us into the light
in time. Monakatocka had been forever shamed had his knife drunk the
life of his friend."
"Why did you set upon me?" demanded Landless, still breathless from the
struggle, while the Indian was as calmly composed as upon the day of
their first meeting.
"Monakatocka took you for the man for whom they hunt with dogs through
the forest, scaring the deer from the licks and the partridge from the
fern. Two nights ago Major Carrington said to Monakatocka, ’Find me
that man and kill him, and to the twenty arms’ length of roanoke which
the county will pay to Monakatocka, I will add a gun with store of
powder, and with a bullet for every stag between Werowocomico and
Machot.’ When he heard you a long way off, moving over the leaves,
trying to make no sound, Monakatocka thought he held the gun of the
pale-face Major in his hand. But now—" he waved his hand with a gesture
eloquent of resignation.
"I am sorry to disappoint you," said Landless, amused at his air of calm
regret.
"I am glad to have proved the strength of my brother," was the
sententious reply. "Where goes my brother through the woods, which are
full of danger to him to-night? Or has he a pass?"
"I have business at Rosemead," answered Landless. "I am close to the
house, I think?"
The Indian pointed through the trees. "It lies twelve bowshots before
you. The overseer with the dogs has gone to the great swamp to look for
the man with the red hair."
"Thanks for the information, friend," said Landless. "I ask you,
moreover, to say nothing of this encounter. I have no pass."
"I have but one friend," answered the Indian. "His secret is my secret."
"Are you, too, then, so lonely?" asked Landless, touched by his tone.
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