Oh! what would I not give," he continued, bitterly,
"to witness the pang inflicted on his false heart, when
first the damning truth arrests his ear. Never did I know
the triumph of my power until now; for what revenge can
be half so sweet as that which attains a loathed enemy
through the dishonour of his child? But, hark! what mean
those sounds?"
A loud yelling was now heard at some distance in rear of
the tent. Presently the bounding of many feet on the turf
was distinguishable; and then, at intervals, the peculiar
cry that announces the escape of a prisoner. Wacousta
started to his feet, and fiercely grasping his tomahawk,
advanced to the front of the tent, where he seemed to
listen for a moment attentively, as if endeavouring to
catch the direction of the pursuit.
"Ha! by Heaven!" he exclaimed, "there must be treachery
in this, or yon slippery captain would not so soon be at
his flight again, bound as I had bound him." Then uttering
a deafening yell, and rushing past Sir Everard, near whom
he paused an instant, as if undecided whether he should
not first dispose of him, as a precautionary measure, he
flew with the speed of an antelope in the direction in
which he was guided by the gradually receding sounds.
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