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" What says my daughter 1 " demanded the Indian 

 who even yet seemed unable to believe his ears 

 his voice assuming so shrill and unnatural a tone, that 

 the tavern-keeper and his wife rushed terrified into 

 the room. " Tokeah is not her father 1 she will not 

 follow the Miko ? " 



" She cannot," answered Rosa, firmly. 



"And Rosa," continued the Indian, in the same 

 piercing accents, " will leave the Miko ; will let him 

 Avander alone on his far and weary path 1 " 



The words were scarcely uttered, when, by a -sudden 

 and unexpected movement, Tokeah sprang to his feet, 

 caught Rosa in his arms, and with a like rapidity re- 

 treating to the side-door of the room, came in such 

 violent contact with it, that its glass panes wero 

 shivered into a thousand pieces. 



"And does the white snake think," he exclaimed, 

 with flashing eyes, " that the Miko is a fool 1 " He 

 held the maiden in his left arm, whilst his right 

 raised the glittering scalping-knife. " Does the white 

 snake think," continued the raging Indian, with a 

 shrill laugh of scorn, whilst the foam gathered round 

 his mouth, "that the Miko fed and cherished her, 

 and gave skins for her, that she might return to 

 the white men, the venomous pale -faces, whom he 

 spits upon 1 " And he spat with loathing upon the 

 ground. 



" By the God who made you, hold ! Hurt the 

 child, and you are a dead man ! " cried the squire. 



