etter,
though we are but new acquaintances, for there has been no want of
Mingos to enliven the short march we have already made in company."

"It would need a great deal of testimony, Pathfinder, to make me think
ill of you in any way, and more than all in the way you mention,"
returned Mabel, coloring with the sincere earnestness with which she
endeavored to remove any suspicion to the contrary from his mind. "Both
father and daughter, I believe, owe you their lives, and believe me,
that neither will ever forget it."

"Thank you, Mabel, thank you with all my heart. But I will not take
advantage of your ignorance neither, girl, and therefore shall say, I
do not think the Mingos would have hurt a hair of your head, had they
succeeded by their devilries and contrivances in getting you into their
hands. My scalp, and Jasper's, and Master Cap's there, and the Sarpent's
too, would sartainly have been smoked; but as for the Sergeant's
daughter, I do not think they would have hurt a hair of her head."

"And why should I suppose that enemies, known to spare neither women
nor children, would have shown more mercy to me than to another? I feel,
Pathfinder, that I owe you my life."

"I say nay, Mabel; they wouldn't have had the heart to hurt you. No, not
even a fiery Mingo devil would have had the heart to hurt a hair of
your head. Bad as I suspect the vampires to be, I do not suspect them of
anything so wicked as that. They might have wished you, nay, forced you
to become the wife of one of their chiefs, and that would be torment
enough to a Christian young woman; but beyond that I do not think even
the Mingos themselves would have gone."

"Well, then, I shall owe my escape from this great misfortune to you,"
said Mabel, taking his hard hand into her own frankly and cordially,
and certainly in a way to delight the honest guide. "To me it would be a
lighter evil to be killed than to become the wife of an Indian."

"That is her gift, Sergeant," exclaimed Pathfinder, turning to his old
comrade with gratification written on every lineament of his honest
countenance, "and it will have its way. I tell the Sarpent that no
Christianizing will ever make even a Delaware a white man; nor any
whooping and yelling convert a pale-face into a red-skin. That is the
gift of a young woman born of Christian parents, and it ought to be
maintained."

"You are right, Pathfinder; and so far as Mabel Dunham is concerned, it
_shall_ be maintaine