Part 19 (1/2)
Maracota led the way, and only paused in his walk when he had got some distance from the dwelling.
”Has Wacora faith in Maracota?”
The young chief started at the question which his guide had put to him in a tone of strange earnestness.
”Yes. I have faith in you.”
”And he would serve Oluski, our chief?”
”With my life!”
”Sansuta is dear to Oluski.”
Again Wacora started. Maracota's words were enigmatical.
His guide continued--
”Sansuta is beautiful.”
”We all know that. Was it to tell me this that you brought me here?”
”The pale-faces admire the beauty of our Indian maidens.”
”What of that?”
”One pale-face has marked Sansuta's beauty.”
”Ha!”
”His eyes gladden at sight of her. Her cheeks grow red at sight of him.”
”His name?”
”Warren Rody.”
”How do you know all this?”
”Maracota is Oluski's friend and watches over his chief's happiness.
To-night Warren's messenger was in town--the negro, Crookleg.”
The young chief was silent. Maracota watched him without breaking in upon his thoughts.
Recovering himself, Wacora asked--
”Where did you see the negro?”
”In the old fort.”
”The old fort! What was he doing there?”