Останній з Могікан
Chapter 3
"Iamasreadytodotheoneastheother;buttofighttheIroquois’tisnecessarytofindtheskulkers;andtoeat,’tisnecessarytogetthegame—talkofthedevilandhewillcome;thereisapairofthebiggestantlersIhaveseenthisseason,movingthebushesbelowthehill!Now,Uncas,"hecontinuedinahalfwhisper,andlaughingwithakindofinwardsound,likeonewhohadlearnttobewatchful,"Iwillbetmychargerthreetimesfullofpowder,againstafootofwampum,thatItakehimatwixttheeyes,andnearertotherightthantotheleft."
"Itcannotbe!"saidtheyoungIndian,springingtohisfeetwithyouthfuleagerness;"allbutthetipsofhishornsarehid!"
"He’saboy!"saidthewhiteman,shakinghisheadwhilehespoke,andaddressingthefather."Doeshethinkwhenahunterseesapartofthecreatur’,hecan’ttellwheretherestofhimshouldbe!"
Adjustinghisrifle,hewasabouttomakeanexhibitionofthatskill,onwhichhesomuchvaluedhimself,whenthewarriorstruckupthepiecewithhishand,saying—
"Hawkeye!willyoufighttheMaquas?"
"TheseIndiansknowthenatureofthewoods,asitmightbebyinstinct!"returnedthescout,droppinghisrifle,andturningawaylikeamanwhowasconvincedofhiserror."Imustleavethebucktoyourarrow,Uncas,orwemaykilladeerforthemthieves,theIroquois,toeat.
