“It is the jubilee of devils,” said David, who, in spite of his uselessness, never dreamed of deserting his trust.  “If David tamed the evil spirit of Saul, it may not be amiss to try the potency of music here.”

He poured out a strain of song that echoed even over the din of that bloody field.  Magua heard it and, through the throng of savages, rushed to their side.

“Come,” he cried, seizing Alice in his blood-stained arms; “the wigwam of the Huron is still open!”

In vain Cora begged him to release her sister.  Across the plain he bore her swiftly, followed by Cora and David.  As soon as he reached the woods, he placed the two girls on horses that were waiting there, and, never heeding David, who mounted the remaining steed, dashed forward into the wilds.

IV.—­Captives of the Hurons

Three days after the surrender of the fort, Hawk-eye and his two Mohican companions, accompanied by Munroe and Duncan, stood upon the fatal plain.  Everywhere they had searched for the bodies of the two girls, and nowhere could they be found.  It was clear to Hawk-eye that they still lived, and had been carried off by Magua.  With untiring energy he at once set off to try and discover the trail.  It was Uncas, who, finding a portion of Cora’s skirt caught on a bush, first opened up the line of pursuit.  He it was, too, who read the track of Magua’s feet on the ground—­the unmistakable straddling toe of the drinking savage.  An ornament dropped by Alice, and the large footprints of the singing-master, laid bare to the trained intelligence of the Indian scout everything that had happened.

As they reached the outskirts of a clearing, they perceived a melancholy-looking savage in war-paint and moccasins seated by the side of a stream watching a colony of beavers busily engaged in making a dam.  Duncan was about to fire, but Hawk-eye, roaring with laughter, stayed his arm.  The savage was none other than David.

Alice and Cora were near at hand, and Duncan was all eager to make his way to their side.  Hawk-eye so far humoured his whim as to consent to his visiting the encampment disguised as a medicine man.

As soon as he entered the camp he declared that he had been sent by the Grand Monarque to heal the ills of the Hurons.  The chief to whom he spoke listened to him for some time, and then asked him to show his skill by frightening away the evil spirit that lived in the wife of one of his young men.  Duncan could not refuse, though he felt certain that the trial of his skill would result in the detection of his disguise.  Just as the chief was about to lead the way to the woman’s side, Magua joined the group, to be followed shortly afterwards by a number of young men bringing with them a prisoner.  A cry went up, “Le Cerf Agile!” and every warrior sprang to his feet.  To his dismay, Duncan saw that it was Uncas.  Magua gazed at his captive gravely for some time; then, raising his arm, shook it at him, exclaiming, “Mohican, you die!”