‘Tell me, in the name of heaven, what all this means!’ exclaimed Maitland, turning a look of eager inquiry on Mooanam, who stood with characteristic silence and apparent composure, waiting the proper moment to speak.  ‘Tell me,’ cried the distracted father again, ’what dire calamity has befallen my boy?’

‘My heart is dark for you,’ replied the Sachem, in a voice of perfect calmness, though a tear glistened in his coal black eye, and his brow was clouded by anxiety.  ’My heart is very dark for you, and for your young warrior—­for, boy as he was, he was a brave at heart.’

Mooanam spoke in his native tongue, intermixed with English words and phrases, which he had learned from Brewster and the other settlers; but the father’s heart comprehended all he said, and needed no interpreter.

‘Is my son dead, then?’ he exclaimed.  ’Has accident or violence quenched his young spirit?’

‘Worse than dead,’ slowly replied the Sachem; and he looked pityingly at Helen, who now began to recover her senses.  ’Leave your wife to the care of the squaws,’ he added, ’and come with me to the wise man yonder, and he will tell you all.’

He led Rodolph to where Brewster was occupied in making preparations, and soon the afflicted father was made acquainted with the fate of his son.  He felt indeed that death—­a calm and peaceful death beneath his own accustomed roof, and with those he dearly loved around him—­would have been a far happier lot for Henrich than that to which he now feared he might be doomed—­than that which, possibly, his darling boy was at that moment enduring at the hands of his cruel and malignant enemies.

The thought was maddening.  But there was still a hope of saving him by speed and resolution; and he urged the Sachem to depart instantly.  One moment he gave to visit and endeavor to cheer his wife, who now lay powerless and weeping in Apannow’s lodge; and then he joined the Chief, who, with Brewster and a band of picked men, were ready to accompany him.  The pastor had already learnt from Edith all that she could tell relative to the spot where her brother had been captured; and to that spot the pursuing party hurried, and soon discovered the basket and the tools that told where the boys had been so rudely interrupted in their work.  Quickly the trodden grass, and the broken branches of the thick underwood, showed in what direction the boy had been dragged by his captors; and on the track the Wampanoge warriors followed, like hounds in the chase.  But, alas! the Nausetts had had a fearful start of them; and little hope existed in the breast of Mooanam that they could overtake them, in time to avert the dreadful fate that he had feared for Henrich.