This gallant young soldier were a fitting leader for such an enterprize.
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DIALOGUE IV.
SCENE. _The ground before Maitland's Tent_.
(_Maitland and the Indian Chief, Manida, enter_.)
_Mait_. This is well. (_He writes on a slip of paper, and gives it to
the Indian_.) Take that, they will give you the reward you ask for it.
Let me see your face no more, that is all.
_Manida_. Ha, _Monsieur_?
_Mait_. Let me see your face no more, I say. Do you understand me?
_Manida_. (_Smiling_.) Oui.
(_Maitland turns from him. The Indian goes off in the
opposite direction. He stops a moment, and steals a look
at Maitland,--throws his head back with a long silent laugh,
and then goes on toward the woods_.)
_Mait_. (_Musing_.) I like this. _This_ is womanly! Nay, perhaps there
is no caprice about it. I may have misinterpreted that letter in my
haste last night. Very likely. Well,--better this, than that Helen Grey
should come to evil through fault of mine,--better this, than the
anguish of the horrible misgivings that haunted me amid my journey.
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