CHAPTER XV.
“No answer comes through the ceaseless whirl
Of the hurrying ages tossed,
And the New World’s first little English girl
Is still a little girl lost.”
E. H. Nason.
It was nearly the middle hour, when the darkness is thickest, that a low voice said, at the entrance of the wigwam, “Will Owaissa come? Be quick, and move like a young fawn, without noise!”
It was a very low call for Iosco to hear, but it reached him. In a moment he stood before the wigwam by Nantiquas, who only said, “We shall carry Owaissa, and Iosco must go with her. Will he go?”