The Indian listened with great attention, and upon the other pausing,
said:

"Has the Manitou told all these things to my brother?"

"No, Indian; the Great Spirit speaks not now to his people as he did
when the world was young. But," he added, as if struck with the folly
of continuing a conversation of this character, "the path is long that
led me to this truth, and it would weary thy feet to travel it."

"My brother is wise, and cannot lie, and I am a child. My ears drink
in his words. The legs of my brother are long, and he has been a great
traveller. Was it near the rising sun he learned the language of the
red man?"

"Indian, I have never been nearer the rising sun than thou. But tell
me the object of thy visit. Why dost thou seek me now, when but a few
days since thou didst chide the squaw for her willingness to oblige
me?"

"The lips of Ohquamehud spoke folly. He did not then know that this
brother had talked to the Master of Life, who granted to him the life
of Huttamoiden's child. The blood of Huttamoiden runs in these veins."

The explanation was perfectly natural, and whatever suspicion had
arisen in Holden's mind vanished. It seemed not surprising that the
Indian, who also, by uttering his name, had proclaimed himself a
Pequot, should be willing to form the acquaintance of one who had
proved himself a friend to his tribe, and probably was invested in his