"The just Tamenund," he said, "will not keep what a Huron has lent."
"Tell me, son of my brother," returned the sage, avoiding the dark countenance of le Subtil, and turning gladly to the more ingenuous features of Uncas; "has the stranger a conqueror's right over you?"
"He has none. The panther may get into snares set by the women, but he is strong, and knows how to leap through them."
"La Longue Carabine?"
"Laughs at the Mingoes. Go, Huron; ask your squaws the colour of a bear!"
"The stranger and the white maiden that came into my camp together?"
"Should journey on an open path."
"And the woman that the Huron left with my warriors?"
Uncas made no reply.
"And the woman that the Mingo has brought into my camp?" repeated Tamenund, gravely.
"She is mine!" cried Magua, shaking his hand in triumph at Uncas. "Mohican, you know that she is mine."
