y have thought,
betrayed nothing.

"If thou wilt entrust the Princess Pocahontas to us," continued Argall,
"she shall be taken to Jamestown and there detained in all gentleness,
in the house of a worthy lady, until Powhatan agreeth to our terms and
she will be conveyed in safety to her father. And for thee, for thy help
in this matter, such presents shall be sent thee as thou hast never
seen, such as no one, not even Powhatan, hath yet received."

Japezaws was silent a little. The maiden was his guest, and his people
had always upheld the sacred duties of hospitality. But he knew that no
harm would befall her. The friendship of the English for her was known
to all his tribe and the great affection of her father to this, his
favorite daughter. In a day or two she would be ransomed by Powhatan,
and for his part in the matter, he, Japezaws, would gain what he so
greatly longed to possess. He wasted neither time nor words:

"Meet me here at sunset, and I will bring her to thee."

Claw-of-the-Eagle had not thought to stir away from Wansutis's lodge for
many days to come. Food in plenty was stored there and he had need to
busy himself with the making of a new bow and arrows. But Wansutis,
letting fall the stone with which she was grinding maize, looked up
suddenly as if she heard distant voices. The youth, however, heard
nothing. Then she said:

"Son, if in truth thy mind is set upon a certain maiden for thy squaw,
go seek her at once in the village of the Patowomekes. She hath been
there over long."

Claw-of-the-Eagle did not ask for any explanation of his mother's words.
He had learned that she seemed to possess some strange knowledge he
could not fathom, but which he respected. Therefore, without any
discussion, with only a word of farewell, he took his bow and quiver and
his wooing pipe and set forth.

As he approached the village of Japezaws at the end of several days'
journey, he said to himself:

"Before three days are past I shall return this way with my squaw. No
longer will I wait for her to feign deafness to my piping. She shall
listen to it and follow me to my lodge."

Knowing that he was among a friendly allied tribe, Claw-of-the-Eagle
strode along as openly and as carelessly as he would have done at
Werowocomoco or Powhata. Yet suddenly, like a deer that scents a bear,
he stood still, his nostrils quivering; then, slipping behind a tree,
he notched an arrow to his bow.

"A white man," he thought, lo