but I wouldn't have you think that it was for the
reward I did it?"

"Oh, never mind your motives. If you are Judas, you are welcome to your
thirty pieces of silver," said the Governor, with a sneer of contempt.
"But to make the analogy complete, you should be hanged for your
service."

"No, faith," said the shrewd villain, quickly. "Judas hanged himself,
and it would be long ere ever I sought the apostle's elder tree.[41] And
besides, his was the price of innocent blood, and mine was not. Look at
my hand, your honour, and you will see what kind of blood I shed."

Berkeley looked at the fellow's hand, and saw it stained with the
crimson life-blood of the young Indian. With a thrill of horror, he
cried, "What blood is that, you infernal villain?"

"Only fresh from the veins of one of these painted red-skins," returned
Berkenhead. "And red enough he was when I left him; but, forsooth, he
reckons that the paint cost him full dear. He left his mark on Major
Hansford, though, before he left."

"Where did this happen?" said Berkeley, astonished.

"Oh, not far from here. The red devil was a friend at the hall here,
too, or as much so as their bloody hearts will let any of them be.
Colonel Temple, there, knows him, and I have seen him when I lived in
Gloucester. A fine looking fellow, too; and if his skin and his heart
had been both white, there would have been few better and braver
dare-devils than young Manteo."

As he pronounced the name, a wild shriek rent the air, and the
distracted Mamalis rushed into the porch. Her long hair was all
dishevelled and flying loosely over her shoulders, her eye was that of a
maniac in his fury, and tossing her bare arms aloft, she shrieked, in a
wild, harsh voice,

"And who are you, that dare to spill the blood of kings? Look to it that
your own flows not less freely in your veins."

Berkenhead turned pale with fright, and shrinking from the enraged girl,
muttered, "the devil!"--while Temple, in a low voice, whispered to the
Governor the necessary explanation, "She is his sister."

"Yes, his sister!" cried the girl, wildly, for she had overheard the
words. "His only sister!--and my blood now flows in no veins but my own.
But the stream runs more fiercely as the channel is more narrow. Look to
it--look to it!" And, with another wild shriek, the maddened girl rushed
again into the house. It required all the tender care of Virginia Temple
to pacify the poor creature. She reasoned, s