faces that they see. Go! a
Pawnee is not blind, that he need look long for your people!"

The warrior suddenly paused, and bent his face aside, like one who
listened with all his faculties absorbed in the act. Then turning the
head of his horse, he rode to the nearest angle of the thicket, and
looked intently across the bleak prairie, in a direction opposite to the
side on which the party stood. Returning slowly from this unaccountable,
and to his observers, startling procedure, he riveted his eyes on
Inez, and paced back and forth several times, with the air of one who
maintained a warm struggle on some difficult point, in the recesses of
his own thoughts. He had drawn the reins of his impatient steed, and was
seemingly about to speak, when his head again sunk on his chest, and he
resumed his former attitude of attention. Galloping like a deer, to the
place of his former observations, he rode for a moment swiftly, in short
and rapid circles, as if still uncertain of his course, and then darted
away, like a bird that had been fluttering around its nest before it
takes a distant flight. After scouring the plain for a minute, he was
lost to the eye behind a swell of the land.

The hounds, who had also manifested great uneasiness for some time,
followed him for a little distance, and then terminated their chase by
seating themselves on the ground, and raising their usual low, whining,
and warning howls.

CHAPTER XIX

How if he will not stand?
--Shakspeare.

The several movements, related in the close of the preceding chapter,
had passed in so short a space of time, that the old man, while he
neglected not to note the smallest incident, had no opportunity of
expressing his opinion concerning the stranger's motives. After the
Pawnee had disappeared, however, he shook his head and muttered, while
he walked slowly to the angle of the thicket that the Indian had just
quitted--

"There are both scents and sounds in the air, though my miserable
senses are not good enough to hear the one, or to catch the taint of the
other."

"There is nothing to be seen," cried Middleton, who kept close at his
side. "My eyes and my ears are good, and yet I can assure you that I
neither hear nor see any thing."

"Your eyes are good! and you are not deaf!" returned the other with a
slight air of contempt; "no, lad, no; they may be good to see across a
church,