father. In this way matters stand, David. The Wachoosett sachem demands the release of his son as the price of your return, but so skillfully has he spoken that none dare say for certain that he holds you captive. It is, he says, Manitou who will bring you back safe to your home so soon as he is pleased by the release of Nausauwah. He talked slyly of knowing your place of captivity by reason of a vision, and so well did he play the fox that your father and Master Vernham returned not knowing whether he told the truth or not.”
“Then my father did come for me, Pikot?” asked David eagerly.
“Aye, with Master William Vernham and Obid, the servant, and Captain Consadine, of the Military at Newtowne.”
“And an Indian, Pikot. Was it you?”
“Nay; I was to the south and knew naught of your going until later. The guide was Tanopet.”
“Tanopet!”
“Aye. But we waste time that stands not still. Your father and Master Vernham and others have sought to secure the release of Nausauwah, but with no avail. Promises have been made, but naught is done. The
