"Thus spoke the sage: the kings without delay Dissolve the
council, and their chief obey."--Pope's Iliad
A single moment served to convince the youth that he was
mistaken. A hand was laid, with a powerful pressure, on his
arm, and the low voice of Uncas muttered in his ear:
"The Hurons are dogs. The sight of a coward's blood can
never make a warrior tremble. The 'Gray Head' and the
Sagamore are safe, and the rifle of Hawkeye is not asleep.
Go--Uncas and the 'Open Hand' are now strangers. It is
enough."
Heyward would gladly have heard more, but a gentle push from
his friend urged him toward the door, and admonished him of
the danger that might attend the discovery of their
intercourse. Slowly and reluctantly yielding to the
necessity, he quitted the place, and mingled with the
