Останній з Могікан
Chapter 7
Thegunsmithscanhavebutlittleinsightintotheirtrade,whentheymaketheirfowling-piecesandshorthorsemen’s—"
Hewasinterruptedbythelowbutexpressive"Hugh!"ofUncas.
"Iseethem,boy,Iseethem!"continuedHawkeye;"theyaregatheringfortherush,ortheywouldkeeptheirdingybacksbelowthelogs.Well,letthem,"headded,examininghisflint;"theleadingmancertainlycomesontohisdeath,thoughitshouldbeMontcalmhimself!"
Atthatmomentthewoodswerefilledwithanotherburstofcries,andatthesignalfoursavagessprangfromthecoverofthedrift-wood.Heywardfeltaburningdesiretorushforwardtomeetthem,sointensewasthedeliriousanxietyofthemoment;buthewasrestrainedbythedeliberateexamplesofthescoutandUncas.Whentheirfoeswholeapedovertheblackrockthatdividedthem,withlongbounds,utteringthewildestyells,werewithinafewrods,therifleofHawkeyeslowlyroseamongtheshrubs,andpouredoutitsfatalcontents.TheforemostIndianboundedlikeastrickendeer,andfellheadlongamongthecleftsoftheisland.
"Now,Uncas!"criedthescout,drawinghislongknife,whilehisquickeyesbegantoflashwithardor,"takethelastofthescreechingimps;oftheothertwowearesartain!"
Hewasobeyed;andbuttwoenemiesremainedtobeovercome.HeywardhadgivenoneofhispistolstoHawkeye,andtogethertheyrusheddownalittledeclivitytowardstheirfoes;theydischargedtheirweaponsatthesameinstant,andequallywithoutsuccess.
