Останній з Могікан
Chapter 4
"LeSubtilknowsthepathtothegreatlakes,andhecanfindthebonesofhisfathers,"wastheansweroftheunmovedrunner.
"Enough,Magua,"saidHeyward;"arewenotfriends?Whyshouldtherebebitterwordsbetweenus?Munrohaspromisedyouagiftforyourserviceswhenperformed,andIshallbeyourdebtorforanother.Restyourwearylimbs,then,andopenyourwallettoeat.Wehaveafewmomentstospare;letusnotwastethemintalklikewranglingwomen.Whentheladiesarerefreshedwewillproceed."
"Thepale-facesmakethemselvesdogstotheirwomen,"mutteredtheIndian,inhisnativelanguage,"andwhentheywanttoeat,theirwarriorsmustlayasidethetomahawktofeedtheirlaziness."
"Whatsayyou,Renard?"
"LeSubtilsaysitisgood."
TheIndianthenfastenedhiseyeskeenlyontheopencountenanceofHeyward,butmeetinghisglance,heturnedthemquicklyaway,andseatinghimselfdeliberatelyontheground,hedrewforththeremnantofsomeformerrepast,andbegantoeat,thoughnotwithoutfirstbendinghislooksslowlyandcautiouslyaroundhim.
"Thisiswell,"continuedHeyward;"andLeRenardwillhavestrengthandsighttofindthepathinthemorning;"hepaused,forsoundslikethesnappingofadriedstick,andtherustlingofleaves,rosefromtheadjacentbushes,butrecollectinghimselfinstantly,hecontinued—"wemustbemovingbeforethesunisseen,orMontcalmmaylieinourpath,andshutusoutfromthefortress."
