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moment, however, served to convince the youth that he was mistaken. A hand was laid, with a powerful pressure, on his arm, and then the low voice of Uncas muttered in his ears—

"The Hurons are dogs! The sight of a coward's blood can never make a warrior tremble. The 'grey head' and the Sagamore are safe, and the rifle of Hawk-eye is not asleep. Go—Uncas and the 'open hand' are now strangers. It is enough."

Heyward would gladly have heard more, but a timely effort from his friend, urged him toward the door, and admonished him of the danger that might attend the discovery