"He be d----d," muttered the plain-speaking Injin, as long as I could hear him. As soon as released from his presence, Streak of Lightning continued his examination, though a little vexed at the undramatical character of the interruption. "Sartain no spy, eh?--sartain gubbernor no send him, eh?--sartain come to sell watch, eh?" "I coomes, as I tell ye, to see if vatches might be solt, und not for der gubbernor; I neffer might see der mans." As all this was true, my conscience felt pretty easy on the score of whatever there might be equivocal about it. "What folks think of Injin down below, eh?--what folks say of anti-rent, eh?--hear him talk about much?" "Vell, soome does dink anti-rent ist goot, und soome does dink anti-rent ist bad. Dey dinks as dey wishes." Here a low whistle came down the road, or rather down the bushes, when every Injin started up; each man very fairly gave back the watch he was examining, and in less than half a minute we were alone on the log. This movement was so sudden that it left us in a little doubt as to the proper mode of proceeding. My uncle, however, coolly set about replacing his treasures in their box, while I went to the horse, which had shaken off his head-stall, and was quietly grazing along the road-side. A minute or two might have been thus occupied, when the trotting of a horse and the sound of wheels announced the near approach of one of those vehicles which have got to be almost national; a dearborn, or a one-horse wagon. As it came out from behind a screen of bushes formed by a curvature in the road, I saw that it contained the Rev. Mr. Warren and his sweet daughter. The road being narrow, and our vehicle in its centre, it was not possible for the newcomers to proceed until we got out of the way, and the divine pulled up as soon as he reached the spot where we stood. "Good morning, _gentlemen_," said Mr. Warren, cordially, and using a word that, in _his_ mouth, I felt meant all it expressed. "Good morning, _gentlemen_. Are you playing Handel to the wood-nymphs, or reciting eclogues?" "Neider, neider, Herr Pastor; we meet wid coostomers here, und dey has joost left us," answered uncle Ro, who certainly enacted his part with perfect _aplomb_, and the most admirable mimicry as to manner. "_Guten tag, guten tag_. Might der Herr Pastor been going to der village?"