just below the right shoulder, and was sent with such vigor, that, passing between the ribs, it stopped not until arrested on the other side by the steel corselet which Spikeman wore on his breast.  Shouting then his war-whoop, and drawing his tomahawk from his girdle, the Pequot leaped among the band.  Like lightning it sunk into the head of one man, who fell to the ground.  The chief raised it again, but before it could descend, a blow prostrated him, and, in an instant, he was overpowered and disarmed.  So rapidly followed these occurrences, that before the Knight and Towanquattick came up, the chief was a prisoner, and every man on his guard was prepared and watching for an enemy.  To attack would have been certain death or captivity; they, therefore, bitterly lamenting the passionate impetuosity of the sagamore, kept themselves concealed in order to take advantage of circumstances.

Having disposed his Company so as to face in every direction, to repel attack, Lieutenant Venn approached to examine the fallen men.  A corpse was all that remained of Ephraim Pike, who must have instantly expired on receiving the blow.  His head was cleft to the neck, and portions of the brain were lying on the leaves.  He had probably been selected by the sagamore (from his neighborhood to the Assistant, by whose side he marched) as second in command, and thus expiated with his life his evil devotion to his master.  Spikeman lay upon his face, groaning, while the blood slowly oozed from his wound.  The lieutenant, with one of the men, raised him up, while Lady Geraldine strove to stanch the bleeding.  An attempt was made to withdraw the arrow, but the pain it occasioned and the amount of blood which followed were so great, that it was abandoned.  All that could be done was to carry the wounded man as gently as possible home.  Venn, now at the head of half a dozen men, scoured the woods in the immediate vicinity all around; and, finding no enemy, returned, and ordered a couple of trestles to be made, on one of which was to be placed the body of Pike, and on the other the groaning Spikeman.  Upon mustering the company, it was found that all were present, with the exception of Philip Joy, who had escaped in the confusion.  Four men being assigned to each of the trestles, to be relieved as occasion should require, the remainder having charge of the prisoners, and composing the van and rear, Lieutenant Venn re-commenced his march—­Arundel walking by the side of the Pequot chief, to whom he expressed regret at his capture.

“It is a summer cloud,” said the sagamore.

As for Philip, on effecting his escape, he felt some embarrassment what to do with himself.  There he was, alone and without arms, in the forest, wandering helplessly about, and, if unable to find Sir Christopher, in a worse condition than before.  He had half a mind to pursue the band and surrender himself, when, remembering the powahing, as he called it, of Arundel, he determined to try it himself.  Imitating, therefore, to the best of his ability, the sounds made by the young man, he sat down and waited for the effect.  Presently the figure of Towanquattick, followed by that of the Knight, stole out of a thicket and stood before him.