nst arrows and tomahawks, it
was a very pretty fortified place, and would not have been found fault
with by Vauban himself, could he have had the good fortune to behold
it.

The Knight passed through one of the open gates, which were closed
only at night, and proceeded straight to the residence of the
Governor. Here he was delivered by the Indians to Bradford, who chid
them for wounding Sir Christopher. They excused themselves on the
ground of his resistance, declaring that the wound was trivial, and
had merely numbed his arm for a moment. (Such, indeed, proved to be a
fact, when, shortly afterwards, the broken piece of the arrow was cut
out.) The Indians were dismissed with the promised presents, Quecheco
being permitted to retain the coveted gun of the Knight as part of his
reward. A moment's digression to record the fate of the savage, and we
will return to Sir Christopher.

Proud was the Indian of his new acquisition, with its gold and silver
ornaments, so far surpassing in beauty all other pieces he had seen,
and affectionately he caressed it, calling it his week-su-buck otaw,
(sweetheart,) and often repeating, gee-wawee-fee-yi-ee, i.e., you are
welcome. He was alone in the forest, the others having departed in
different directions, and was on his way to Boston, where he expected
to get more of the powder and ball for which he had covenanted. It was
the day after his treachery, and he had nearly accomplished his
journey, only three or four miles remaining between him and his place
of destination, when he heard a rustling in the bushes, and saw
Towanquattick advancing. He had first been seen by the Pequot, who,
recognizing him, came unsuspiciously forward. Instantly saw Quecheco
the consequences of being found by Towanquattick in possession of the
gun, with which the latter was familiar as the property of Sir
Christopher, and this thought, combining with his hatred, made him
suddenly raise the weapon and fire at the approaching Pequot. The
forest rang with the report, and as Quecheco, unpractised in the use
of fire-arms, having discharged the piece but a few times, recovered
himself, he beheld Towanquattick fitting an arrow to his bow. Seizing
the tomahawk out of his belt, Quecheco hurled it at the Pequot as the
arrow whizzed from the string, but both weapons failed of their mark.
Drawing his own tomahawk, the Pequot in turn threw it at his foe, who
escaped by a sudden movement of the body.

The two Indians now