"Fool!" exclaimed the chief, in Huron, "go play with the children and squaws; leave men to their wisdom."
He once more endeavoured to pass the supposed empyric, scorning even the parade of threatening to use the keen knife, or glittering tomahawk, that was pendant from his belt. Suddenly, the beast extended its arms, or rather legs, and enclosed him, in a grasp, that might have vied with the far-famed power of the "bear's hug" itself. Heyward had watched the whole procedure, on the part of Hawk-eye, with breathless interest. At first he relinquished his hold of Alice; then he caught up a thong of buckskin, which had been used around some bundle, and when he beheld his enemy with his two arms pinned to his side, by the iron muscles of the scout, he rushed upon him, and effectually secured them there. Arms, legs, and feet, were encircled in twenty folds of the thong, in less time than we have taken to record the circumstance. When the formidable Huron was completely pinioned, the scout released his
