Chapter Fifty One.
Ngati’s Goal.
Just as in the case of a dream, a long space of time in the face of a terrible danger seems to pass in what is really but a few moments. Don, in an agony of apprehension, was struggling against the hands which held him, when a deep voice whispered in his ear,—
“My pakeha.”
“Ngati!”
Don caught the hands in his, and sat up slowly, while the chief awakened Jem in the same manner, and with precisely the same result.
“Why, I thought it was Mike Bannock trying to smother me,” grumbled Jem, sitting up. “What’s the matter?”
“I don’t know, Jem. Ngati just woke me in the dark, and— Oh! Ngati!”