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Say it quickly, chief; for the au* is grey, and the gulls 

 are going seaward.' 



"There was a hesitation in the warrior's eye, and 

 doubt, and hope, love and hate, chased each other over 

 his tawny face like the fog-clouds that were scudding by. 



" ' How will I know your face ^vill be the same to-mor- 

 row ?' he inquired, doubtingly ; ' the doe may flee with 

 the buck.' 



" ' Keep me here — take me now — I am yours, Chatte 

 Echo !' 



"The wild light lit up the coal-black eyes of the brave, 

 and the prisoner was free. Ortez silently hurried out of 

 his cell, and steppe.d on the low rampart, saved once 

 more. He saw his wife, and recognized her as the means 

 of his deliverance, and, with the quick perception of a 

 reckless adventurer, accepted the chance without a word. 

 He stood in the canoe, with the paddle in his hand, and 

 awaited, as for his wife to enter with him, while the 

 young chief stood by her side at the water's edge. She 

 leaned down to speak to her husband, and her voice, 

 necessarily low, was so distinct that not a word was lost. 



" ' Sail south to Macaco's land in the Great Bay — stop 

 not for your life, and tell Macaco who sent you.' Then, 

 in a lower and a harsher tone, she continued: 'The 

 canoe you are in carried your mistress to see you at the 

 grave last night. She is dead now — stabbed while her 

 lips were yet wet with your kisses. Go, hound of a 

 Spaniard, or I may stab you, too.' The last words were 

 fairly hissed by the woman, the old tide of hate wellmg 



