and in such company. His dark
eye darted a fierce glance at Giles, who quailed beneath its glare.
Then turning again to his sister, he said in the Indian tongue, which
we freely translate:

"Mamalis with the white man! where is he that I may drown my vengeance
in his blood."

"He is gone; he is not within the power of Manteo. Manitou[11] has saved
Manteo from the crime of killing his best friend."

"His people have killed my people for the offence of the few, I will
kill him for the cruelty of many. For this is the calumet[12] broken.
For this is the tree of peace[13] cut down by the tomahawk of war."

"Say not so," replied Mamalis. "Temple is the netoppew[14] of Manteo. He
is even now gone to the grand sachem of the long knives, to make Manteo
the Werowance[15] of the Pamunkeys."

"Ha! is this true?" asked Manteo, anxiously.

"Ask this old man," returned Mamalis. "They all went to Jamestown
yesterday, did they not?" she asked in English of Giles, who replied, in
a trembling voice,

"Yes, my massa, dey has all gone to Jimson on yestiddy."

"And I a Werowance!" said the young man proudly, in his own language.
"Spirits of Powhatan and Opechancanough, the name of Manteo shall live
immortally as yours. His glory shall be the song of our race, and the
young men of his tribe shall emulate his deeds. His life shall be
brilliant as the sun's bright course, and his spirit shall set in the
spirit land, bright with unfading glory."

Then turning away with a lofty step, he proceeded to rejoin his
companions.

The stratagem was successful, and Manteo, the bravest, the noblest of
the braves, succeeded after some time in persuading them to desist from
their destructive designs. In a few moments, to the delight of the
little besieged party, the Indians had left the house, and were soon
buried in the deep forest.

"Thanks, my brave, generous girl," said Temple, as Mamalis, after the
success of her adventure, entered the room. "To your presence of mind we
owe our lives."

"But I told a lie," said the girl, looking down; "I said you had gone to
make Manteo the Werowance of the Pamunkeys."

"Well, my girl, he shall not want my aid in getting the office. So you,
in effect, told the truth."

"No, no; I said you had gone. It was a lie."

"Ah, but, Mamalis," said Virginia, in an encouraging voice, for she had
often impressed upon the mind of the poor savage girl the nature of a
lie, "when a falsehood is told for the preser