g will men recall how thou didst save her from destruction. In
truth, thy father had lulled my suspicions to sleep, and hadst thou not
come to warn us we had surely perished. The thanks of all of us to thee.
Princess," he continued, when he had turned and told his astonished men
the gist of her words, "and to my little Sister my own deep gratitude
again."

He loosened a thick gold chain from about his neck, one that he had
brought back from the country of the Turks, and put it about her bare
neck.

"Take this chain in remembrance," he said. Then his comrades pressed
forward, each with some gift they emptied into the maiden's hands.

She gazed at them all lovingly, but she shook her head slowly, the tears
falling as she said:

"I dare not, my friends; if my father should behold these gifts he would
kill me, since he would know that it was I who had brought ye warning."

Slowly she took off the chain and reluctantly placed in it Smith's hand,
and let gently fall the other treasures she longed to keep. Smith bent
and kissed her hand as reverently as he had once kissed that of Good
Queen Bess.

Pocahontas started. "I hear them coming," she cried, and with one bound
she had sprung forth again into the night, skirting the river until she
was sure of reaching her lodge without running into the troop of Indians
advancing with dishes and baskets of food, who, however, were not slaves
but braves and armed.

When these reached the stranger-lodge they brought in the supper and
laid it down with apparent great heartiness that is the few who
actually bore the baskets. The others found themselves somehow halted by
Smith at the entrance and engaged in ceremonious conversation. When they
suggested that the white men lay aside their weapons and seat themselves
the better to enjoy their food, Smith replied that it was the custom of
the English at night always to eat standing, food in one hand and musket
in the other. For a long time this parleying went on; Smith would not
show that he had discovered their perfidy.

Then the baffled Indians retired to the forest, to await the moment when
they could catch the white men off guard. But though all night they
spied about the lodge, not once did they find the sentinels away from
their posts, and they had too much fear of the "death tubes" to attempt
an onslaught on men so well defended.

So, thanks to Pocahontas, the morning dawned on an undiminished number
of English, and at high tid