rough the forest. Two sentries had been placed upon a hill.

Not far away the Captain Denison party already had killed one warrior,
and had seized two old squaws. The squaws confessed that Nanuntenoo
was yonder, the Indian scouts picked up the fresh trail, the Denison
men hastened at best speed.

In the midst of his story, Canonchet saw his two sentinels dash
headlong past the wigwam, "as if they wanted for time to tell what they
had seen." At once he sent a third man, to report upon what was the
matter. This third man likewise suddenly made off at full pace,
without a word. Then two more he sent; of these, one, returning
breathless, paused long enough to say that "all the English army was
upon him!"

"Whereupon, having no time to consult, and but little time to attempt
an escape, and no means to defend himself, he began to fly with all
speed. Running with great swiftness around the hill, to get out of
sight upon the opposite side, he was distinguished by his wary
pursuers," and they were hot after him.

In fact, running hard around the hill, Canonchet wellnigh ran into the
Niantics of Chief Catapazet, who were coming down right over the hill.
He swerved, at the view-halloo, and lengthened his stride. Some of the
English had joined the chase. Canonchet tore like a deer for the river.

They had not recognized him, for he was wearing his blanket. But so
hotly they pressed him, that he needs must cast aside his blanket.
This revealed to them his fine lace-embroidered coat, which had been
given to him as a bribe, at Boston last October. Now they knew that he
was a chief, and a personage, and they yelled louder, and ran faster.

Presently Canonchet stripped off his lacy coat, and dropped it. And
soon loosening his belt of wampum, he dropped that also. By this
chief's belt they knew that he was the great Canonchet, and faster
still they ran.

However, he was out-footing all except one Indian. That Indian was a
Pequot named Monopoide--the best runner of all, and better than
Canonchet himself.

With only a single pursuer to be feared, Canonchet turned sharply and
leaped into the river, to cross by a strange trail. As he splashed
through, wading find plunging, seeing escape close before him if he
could gain the opposite bank, he stumbled upon a stone. Falling
forward he not only lost valuable time but soused his gun.

"At that accident," he afterward said, "my heart and bowels turned
within me so that I