Historical fiction; King Philip's War, 1675-1676 -- Fiction; War stories
"It may be that he is better employed than to desire such company. Thou
art not the only strange animal by many who hath roared at the gate of
Wish-Ton-Wish."
"Have any come within the day, Faith?" demanded the borderer, with the
interest such an event would be likely to create in the mind of one who
habitually lived in so great retirement.
"What sayest thou to a second visit from the gentle-spoken stranger? he
who favored us with so much gay discourse, the by-gone fall of the year.
That would be a guest fit to receive! I warrant me his knock would not be
heard a second time."
"The gallant had better beware the moon!" exclaimed Dudley, striking the
but of his musket against the ice with so much force as to cause his
companion to start, in alarm. "What fool's errand hath again brought him
to prick his nag so deep into the forest?"
"Nay, thy wit is ever like the unbroken colt, a headstrong run-away. I
said not, in full meaning that the man had come; I only invited thee to
give an opinion in the event that he should arrive unexpectedly, though I
am far from certain that any here ever expect to see his face again."
"This is foolish prating," returned the youth, provoked at the exhibition
of jealousy into which he had been incautiously betrayed. "I tell thee to
withdraw the bolt, for I have great need to speak with the Captain, or
with his son."
"Thou mayst open thy mind to the first, if he will listen to what thou
hast to say," returned the girl, removing the impediment to his entrance;
"but thou wilt sooner get the ear of the other by remaining at the gate,
since he has not yet come in from the forest."
Dudley recoiled a pace, and repeated her words in the tone of one who
admitted a feeling of alarm to mingle with his surprise.
"Not in from the forest!" he said; "surely there are none abroad, now that
I am home!"
"Why dost say it? I have put my jibes upon thee more in payment of ancient
transgressions than for any present offence. So far from being last, thou
art the first of the hunters we have yet seen. Go in to the Madam without
delay, and tell her of the danger, if any there be, that we take speedy
measures for our safety."
"That would do little good, truly," muttered the borderer, like one
musing. "Stay thou here, and watch the postern, Faith; I will back to the
woods; for a timely word, or a signal blown from my conch, might quicken
their footsteps."
"What madness hath beset thee, Dudley! Thou wouldst not go into the forest
again, at this hour and alone, if there be reason for fear! Come farther
within the gate, man, that I may draw the bolt the Madam will wonder that
we tarry here so long."
"Ha!--I hear feet moving in the meadow; I know it by the creaking of the
snow; the others are not lagging."
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