Останній з Могікан
Chapter 17
Itsheadwasthenturnedtowardstheeast,asthoughequallyanxiousfortheappearanceoflight,whentheformleanedagainstthemound,andseemedtogazeupontheglassyexpanseofthewaters,which,likeasubmarinefirmament,glitteredwithitsthousandmimicstars.Themelancholyair,thehour,togetherwiththevastframeofthemanwhothusleaned,inmusing,againsttheEnglishramparts,leftnodoubtastohisperson,inthemindofhisobservantspectator.Delicacy,nolessthanprudence,nowurgedhimtoretire;andhehadmovedcautiouslyroundthebodyofthetreeforthatpurpose,whenanothersounddrewhisattention,andoncemorearrestedhisfootsteps.Itwasalowandalmostinaudiblemovementofthewater,andwassucceededbyagratingofpebblesoneagainsttheother.Inamomenthesawadarkformrise,asitwereoutofthelake,andstealwithoutfurthernoisetotheland,withinafewfeetoftheplacewherehehimselfstood.Ariflenextslowlyrosebetweenhiseyesandthewaterymirror;butbeforeitcouldbedischargedhisownhandwasonthelock.
"Hugh!"exclaimedthesavage,whosetreacherousaimwassosingularlyandsounexpectedlyinterrupted.
Withoutmakinganyreply,theFrenchofficerlaidhishandontheshoulderoftheIndian,andledhiminprofoundsilencetoadistancefromthespot,wheretheirsubsequentdialoguemighthaveproveddangerous,andwhereitseemedthatoneofthem,atleast,soughtavictim.Then,throwingopenhiscloak,soastoexposehisuniformandthecrossofSt.
