While so employed,
and awaiting the appearance of the sergeant, Ronayne,
who had now no motive for further mystery or concealment,
detailed at the request of his friend, but in much more
succinct terms than he had done in the paper he had handed
to Maria Heywood, the circumstances connected with his
absence from the Fort, on the night of the attack upon
the farm, and the means taken by him to attain the object
in which he had been thwarted by Captain Headley.
CHAPTER XII.
"You dam Yankee, stop Injin when him go wigwam," commenced
Ronayne, rising at the same time and imitating the action
of one unsteady from intoxication. "'Spose tell him
gubbernor?"
"Ah! you horrid wretch--I see it all now, yet could I
have been so imposed upon? You then were the pretended
drunken Indian I let out that night? Upon my word, Master
Ronayne. I never will forgive you for that trick."
"Yes you will, old fellow. It was the only way to save
you from a scrape, but I confess I have often since
laughed in my sleeve at the recollection of the manner
in which I deceived you.
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