ersally spoken all along the
border of the Atlantic and far into the interior, the various tribes
had dialects of their own, intelligible indeed to a native familiar
with the parent speech, but strange to one who, like Eliot, had only
an imperfect knowledge of it. As the Knight proceeded, those whom he
addressed became more and more quiet; and when he ended, they
signified their satisfaction at what he had said by the usual, and now
unmistakable "ugh."

By this time, the last red rays of the setting sun were lighting up
the calm, green surface of Boston harbor, and the council shortly
broke up, to resume its sitting on the morrow. The procession was
formed again, and in the order in which they came, Winthrop, attended
by the Taranteens, was escorted to his house. As Arundel was
departing, he felt his arm grasped by some one, and turning round, he
beheld the Knight.

"Where is Waqua?" he inquired, in a low tone. "He was standing near
thee when he spoke."

"I know no better than thyself," answered the young man, "and would
gladly be informed. He vanished suddenly, and without warning."

"I know thee to be his friend, and how thou becamest so. Thou hast now
an opportunity to requite him in kind."

"Show me the way."

"Hie thee, then, to his wigwam, for there likeliest mayest thou find
him, and warn him against peril from these Taranteens, and, it may be,
from the Governor himself."

"Be pleased to explain more clearly, Sir Christopher."

"Waqua is Sassacus, the great head-sachem of the Pequots, between whom
and the Eastern Indians is perpetual hostility. He has given them
deadly cause of offence, and I fear that they mean to revenge
themselves, or that he may commit another imprudent act. It were
better that Sassacus should remove himself away for the present. But I
may not stay longer talking with thee. Adieu."

Arundel, satisfied of the friendship of the Knight to the Indian,
determined at once to follow his counsel. As, however, Sassacus had
undoubtedly sought the forest, he considered it most prudent to
retrace his steps to his lodging, to procure his gun before venturing
into its recesses, where, the prospect was, that he would have to pass
the night. This occasioned some delay, and it was not until the
twilight of the summer evening had faded, and stars were beginning to
twinkle in the sky, that he found himself on the verge of the woods.

CHAPTER XIII.

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