The white man loosened his knife in his leathern sheath, and made an involuntary movement of the hand toward his rifle, at this sudden interruption; but the Indian sat composed, and without turning his head at the unexpected sounds.

At the next instant, a youthful warrior passed between them, with a noiseless step, and seated himself on the bank of the rapid stream. No exclamation of surprise escaped the father, nor was any question asked, or reply given, for several minutes; each appearing to await the moment when he might speak, without betraying womanish curiosity or childish impatience. The white man seemed to take counsel from their customs, and, relinquishing his grasp of the rifle, he also remained silent and reserved. At length Chingachgook turned his eyes slowly toward his son, and demanded:

Do the Maquas dare to leave the print of their moccasins in these woods?

I have been on their trail, replied the young Indian, and know that they number as many as the fingers of my two hands; but they lie hid like cowards.

The thieves are outlying for scalps and plunder, said the white man, whom we shall call Hawkeye, after the manner of his companions. That busy Frenchman, Montcalm, will send his spies into our very camp, but he will know what road we travel!

'Tis enough, returned the father, glancing his eye toward the setting sun; they shall be driven like deer from their bushes. Hawkeye, let us eat to-night, and show the Maquas that we are men to-morrow.

I am as ready to do the one as the other; but to fight the Iroquois 'tis necessary to find the skulkers; and to eat, 'tis necessary to get the game - talk of the devil and he will come; there is a pair of the biggest antlers I have seen this season, moving the bushes below the hill! Now, Uncas, he continued, in a half whisper, and laughing with a kind of inward sound, like one who had learned to be watchful, I will bet my charger three times full of powder, against a foot of wampum, that I take him atwixt the eyes, and nearer to the right than to the left.

It cannot be! said the young Indian, springing to his feet with youthful eagerness; all but the tips of his horns are hid!

He's a boy! said the white man, shaking his head while he spoke, and addressing the father. Does he think when a hunter sees a part of the creatur, he can't tell where the rest of him should be!

Adjusting his rifle, he was about to make an exhibition of that skill on which he so much valued himself, when the warrior struck up the piece with his hand, saying:

Hawkeye! will you fight the Maquas?

These Indians know the nature of the woods, as it might be by instinct! returned the scout, dropping his rifle, and turning away like a man who was convinced of his error. I must leave the buck to your arrow, Uncas, or we may kill a deer for them thieves, the Iroquois, to eat.

The instant the father seconded this intimation by an expressive gesture of the hand, Uncas threw himself on the ground, and approached the animal with wary movements. When within a few yards of the cover, he fitted an arrow to his bow with the utmost care, while the antlers moved, as if their owner snuffed an enemy in the tainted air. In another moment the twang of the cord was heard, a white streak was seen glancing into the bushes, and the wounded buck plunged from the cover, to the very feet of his hidden enemy. Avoiding the horns of the infuriated animal, Uncas darted to his side, and passed his knife across the throat, when bounding to the edge of the river it fell, dyeing the waters with its blood.

'Twas done with Indian skill, said the scout laughing inwardly, but with vast satisfaction; and 'twas a pretty sight to behold! Though an arrow is a near shot, and needs a knife to finish the work.