"What has brought you, Will? I thought you were off fishing in the Great Lakes," said Josiah. Then eyeing him carefully, he added, "You look as if you had travelled far and fast."
"So Will has," answered the Indian in English. "Will Narburton ran a day and a night to bring news, bad news."
"Sorry to hear it," said Josh. "Is Philip up to mischief?"
The Indian made a sign of assent.
"Tobias, the Sachem of Nipmuck's son, and two others, have slain John Susaman, the missionary," he said.
"Killed gentle John!" exclaimed Josh—"are you sure, Will?"
"My own eyes saw it," said the Indian. "They waylaid John, knocked him on the head, and thrust him dead into the pond near Middleborough. I was on the other side and watched the Sachem's son, Tobias, and the two others, do the deed. Knowing they do not love the men of my tribe, I was afraid, and hid myself in the long rushes. They struck John from behind, so that he did not see. He never moved again. Then they put him into the hole. I waited till the wicked ones were on their way back to tell the Sachem the evil work was finished, then I ran all day and all night to warn you. King Philip is angry; he has sworn he will drive the white man out of the hunting grounds."
"I know it," answered Josh. "I fear this means war."
"As the arrow flies through the air swiftly and slays, so the Indian will drop down into your midst, and the scalps of the white men will be his reward," said Will Narburton."
"Hush!" said Josh, "I hear my mother's step on the stairs; she must not be alarmed."
