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as stiff as a frozen cable. Apropos you have had 

 a visit. The young Englishman, I see, has been 

 amongst you.'' 



As he spoke these last words, the stranger cast a 

 lowering glance at the old man. 



" Of whom does my brother speak 1 " said the 

 chief. 



"Of a prisoner a young fellow who escaped 

 whilst I was at sea." 



" My young brother has been here and is gone," 

 replied Tokeah, drily. 



" Gone ! " repeated the other ; " you probably did 

 not know that he had escaped from me. But it 

 matters not," added he, indifferently. 



" The Miko knew," replied the old man in a firm 

 tone, " that his young brother had escaped from the 

 chief of the Salt Lake. My brother ought not to 

 have made him prisoner." 



" What ! would not the Miko of the Oconees seize 

 the Yankee who came as a spy into his wigwam ? " 



" And was my young brother a Yankee 1 " inquired 

 Tokeah, with a penetrating glance. 



" Not exactly ; but an enemy 



" My brother," interrupted the Miko, " has too 

 many enemies the Yankees, and the warriors of 

 the great father of the Canadas." 



The man bit his lips. " Pshaw ! " said he ; " you 

 have the Americans on the wrong side of your heart, 

 and I have both. That's all the difference." 



