Останній з Могікан
Chapter 7
WhilethewordswerestillonthelipsofHeyward,therehadarisensuchatumultofyellsandcriesasservedtodrivetheswiftcurrentsofhisownbloodbackfromitsboundingcourseintothefountainsofhisheart.Itseemed,fornearaminute,asifdemonsofhellhadpossessedthemselvesoftheairaboutthem,andwereventingtheirsavagehumorsinbarbaroussounds.Thecriescamefromnoparticulardirection,thoughitwasevidenttheyfilledthewoods,andastheappalledlistenerseasilyimagined,thecavernsofthefalls,therocks,thebedoftheriver,andtheupperair.Davidraisedhistallpersoninthemidstoftheinfernaldin,withahandoneitherear,exclaiming—
"Whencecomesthisdiscord!Hashellbrokeloose,thatmanshoulduttersoundslikethese!"
Thebrightflashesandthequickreportsofadozenrifles,fromtheoppositebanksofthestream,followedthisincautiousexposureofhisperson,andlefttheunfortunatesinging-mastersenselessonthatrockwherehehadbeensolongslumbering.TheMohicansboldlysentbacktheintimidatingyelloftheirenemies,whoraisedashoutofsavagetriumphatthefallofGamut.Theflashofrifleswasthenquickandclosebetweenthem,buteitherpartywastoowellskilledtoleaveevenalimbexposedtothehostileaim.Duncanlistenedwithintenseanxietyforthestrokesofthepaddle,believingthatflightwasnowtheironlyrefuge.Theriverglancedbywithitsordinaryvelocity,butthecanoewasnowheretobeseenonitsdarkwaters.
