This exhibition of anger was keenly noted by all present, and from an apprehension of exasperating a temper that was already chafed nearly to madness, several minutes were suffered to pass before another word was uttered. When, however, suitable time had elapsed, the oldest of the party spoke.
"My friend has found an enemy!" he said. "Is he nigh, that the Hurons may take revenge!"
"Let the Delaware die!" exclaimed Magua, in a voice of thunder.
Another long and expressive silence was observed, and was broken, as before, with due precaution, by the same individual.
"The Mohican is swift of foot, and leaps far," he said; "but my young men are on his trail."
"Is he gone?" demanded Magua, in tones so deep and guttural, that they seemed to proceed from his inmost chest.
"An evil spirit has been among us, and the Delaware has blinded our eyes."
"An evil spirit!" repeated the other, bitterly; " 'tis the spirit that has taken the
