f them who had lost kindred in the strife, already stirred by
grief and fury, were proceeding to insult the lifeless and mutilated
remains--to mutilate them still more! I turned away from the loathsome
scene. Neither the dead nor the living, that composed this ghastly
tableau, had further interest for me.

My glance, wandering in search of other forms, first fell upon that of
Wingrove. He was standing near, in an attitude that betokened extreme
prostration of spirit. His head hung forward over his breast; but his
eyes were not directed to the ground: they were turned upward, gazing
after a form that was passing away. It was that of the huntress. The
girl had regained her horse; and was riding off, followed by the dog.
She went slowly--as if irresolute both as to the act and the direction.
In both, the horse appeared to have his will: the reins rested loosely
upon his withers; while his rider seemed wrapped in a silent
abstraction. I was hastening towards my Arab, with the design of
joining her, when I saw that I was anticipated. Another had conceived a
similar intention. It was Wa-ka-ra.

The young chief, still on horseback, was seen spurring out from the
midst of his men, and guiding his war-steed in the direction taken by
the huntress. Before I could lay hands upon my bridle, he had galloped
up to Marian, and falling into a gentler pace, rode on by her side. I
did not attempt to follow them. Somewhat chagrined at having my designs
interrupted, I gave up the intention of mounting my horse, and turned
back towards Wingrove. As soon as I was near enough to read the
expression upon his features, I saw that my chagrin was more than shared
by him. An emotion of most rancorous bitterness was burning in the
breast of the young backwoodsman. His glance was fixed upon the two
forms--slowly receding across the plain. He was regarding every
movement of both with that keen concentrated gaze, which jealousy alone
can give.

"Nonsense, Wingrove!" said I, reading the thoughts of his heart. "Don't
let that trouble you: there's nothing between them, I can assure you."

Certainly the spectacle was enough to excite the suspicions of a less
jealous lover--if not to justify them. Both the equestrians had halted
at a distant part of the plain. They were not so distant, but that
their attitudes could be observed. They still remained on horseback;
but the horses were side by side, and so near each other, that the
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