Part 54 (2/2)
”Is it time to change the guard?” I asked, still s.h.i.+vering from the horror of my dream.
”You have scarce yet closed your eyes, Loskiel.”
”Why are you seated upright wide awake, my brother?”
”There is evil in the wind.”
”There is no wind stirring.”
”A witch-wind came slyly while you slept. Did you not dream, Loskiel?”
In spite of me I s.h.i.+vered again.
”That is foolishness,” said I. ”The Wyandotte's silly talk has made us wakeful. Our sentinels watch. Sleep, Mayaro.”
”Have you need of sleep, Loskiel?”
”I? No. Sleep you, then, and I will sit awake if it rea.s.sures you.”
The Sagamore set his mouth close to my ear:
”The Wyandotte is not posted where you placed him.”
”What? How do you know?”
”I went out to see. He sits on a rock close to the water.”
”d.a.m.n him,” I muttered angrily. ”I'll teach him----”
”No!”
The Mohican's iron grip held me in my place.
”The Night-Hawk understands. Let the Wyandotte remain unrebuked and undisturbed while I creep down to yonder ford.”
”I do not intend to reconnoitre the ford until dawn,” I whispered.
”Let me go, Loskiel.”
”Alone?”
”Secretly and alone. The Siwanois is a magic clan. Their Sagamores see and hear where others perceive nothing. Let me go, Loskiel.”
”Then I go, also.”
”No.”
”What of our blood-brotherhood, then?”
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