Where is he, Mullins? I should like
to see and question him."
"He shall be up, your honour, in no time," replied the
sailor, once more resuming his hat, and moving a pace or
two forward. Then addressing two or three men in the
starboard gangway in the authoritative tone of command:
--"Bear a hand there, my men, and cast off the lashings
of that black Ingian, and send him aft, here, to the
officer."
The order was speedily executed. In a few minutes the
Indian stood on the quarter-deck, his hands firmly secured
behind, and his head sunk upon his chest in sullen
despondency. In the increasing gloom in which objects
were now gradually becoming more and more indistinct, it
was impossible for Captain de Haldimar to distinguish
his features; but there was something in the outline of
the Indian's form that impressed him with the conviction
he had seen it before. Advancing a pace or two forward,
he pronounced, in an emphatic and audible whisper, the
name of "Oucanasta!"
The Indian gave an involuntary start,--uttered a deep
interjectional "Ugh!"--and, raising his head from his
chest, fixed his eye heavily on the officer.
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