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38 But see that while you laugh you close not your eyes. Now I must go, for Master Eliot awaits what I bring.”

“I will see you again soon, Pikot, for the fish are hungry and none can coax them to  the hook as you can.”

“And none eat them as you can!” chuckled Pikot. “Within seven sleeps I will visit you and we will take food and go to  the Long Pond. Farewell, my brother.”

“Farewell, Pikot. May your food do you much good.”

Monapikot stepped into his canoe, the Indians grunted and pushed off, and David, waving, watched the craft out of sight. Then he launched his own canoe and again took up  his journey. Pikot’s warning held his thoughts, although it did not seem to him  that this Wachoosett sagamore would dare  dispatch his assassins so far into the plantations. As for any danger on the river, he smiled at that. Already the village of Newtowne, a good-sized settlement with many proper houses and a mile-long fenced enclosure about it, was in sight on the left of the river, and Boston itself was but a good  four miles distant. But David told himself that Pikot’s fears might have ground and