These events had passed in less time than their narration has occupied:
and the whole biped and quadruped party now stood drenched and dripping
on the bank. The two young men gazed at each other in silence, with
looks of mingled interest and admiration: indeed, if a sculptor had
desired to place together two different specimens of youthful manhood,
in which symmetry and strength were to be gracefully united, he could
scarcely have selected two finer models: in height they might be about
equal; and though the frame and muscular proportions of Reginald were
more powerful, there was a roundness and compact knitting of the
joints, and a sinewy suppleness in the limbs of his new acquaintance,
such as he thought he had never seen equalled in statuary or in life.
The Indian’s gaze was so fixed and piercing, that Reginald’s eye
wandered more than once from his countenance to the belt, where his
war–club was still suspended by a thong, the scalp–knife in its sheath,
and near it a scalp, evidently that of a white man, and bearing the
appearance of having been recently taken.
With a slight shudder of disgust, he raised his eyes again to the
chiselled features of the noble–looking being before him, and felt
assured that though they might be those of a savage warrior, they
could not be those of a lurking assassin. The Indian now moved a step
forward, and taking Reginald’s hand, placed it upon his own heart,
saying distinctly in English, “My brother!”
Reginald understood and appreciated this simple expression of gratitude
and friendship; he imitated his new friend’s action, and evinced, both
by his looks and the kindly tones of his voice, the interest which, to
his own surprise, the Indian had awakened in his breast.
At this juncture they were joined by the guide, who had paddled himself
across in a canoe that he found at the ferry, which was two hundred
yards above the spot where they now stood. At his approach, the young
Indian resumed his silent attitude of repose; while, apparently
unconscious of his presence, Baptiste poured upon his favourite a
mingled torrent of reproofs and congratulations.
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