seemed also content to rest the controversy, as well as all further communication there, for he resumed the leaning attitude against the rock, from which, in his momentary energy, he had arisen. But the cry of "la Longue Carabine" was renewed, the instant the impatient savages perceived that the short dialogue was ended.
"You hear," said Magua, with stubborn indifference, "the red Hurons call for the life of the 'long rifle,' or they will have the blood of them that keep him hid!"
"He is gone—escaped; he is far beyond their reach."
Renard smiled with cold contempt as he answered:—
"When the white man dies, he thinks he is at peace; but the red men know how to torture even the ghosts of their enemies. Where is his body? Let the Hurons see his scalp!"
"He is not dead, but escaped."
Magua shook his head incredulously, and added—
"Is he a bird, to spread his wings; or
