"You catch Wonolanset, tie um, shoot um, scare squaw.

Old sachem come now, me tie white man, shoot um, roast um;" and the old savage smiled grimly and fiercely in the indistinct moonlight, as he witnessed the alarm and terror of his prisoner.
"Hold, Passaconaway!" said Martin, in the Indian tongue.

"Will the great chief forget his promise ?" The sachem dropped his hold on Mr.Ward's arm.

"My brother is good," he said; "me no kill um, me make um walk woods like Wonolanset." Martin spoke a few words in the chief's ear.

The countenance of the old warrior for an instant seemed to express dissatisfaction; but, yielding to the powerful influence which the Familist had acquired over him, he said, with some reluctance, "My brother is wise, me do so." "John Ward," said the Familist, approaching the minister, "thou hast devised evil against one who hath never injured thee.