"I was sure of it," he said, contemptuously.
He kicked off the head, which fell, displaying in its stead Nathan's face, whose features were frightfully convulsed.
"Oh!" they exclaimed, "Nathan."
"Yes," Valentine remarked. "Red Cedar's eldest son."
"One!" Don Miguel said, in a hollow voice.
Poor Nathan was not lucky in his disguises; in the first he was all but burnt alive, in the second he was hanged.
[CHAPTER XXXV.]
THE HUNT CONTINUED.
The hunters stood for a moment silent, with their eyes fixed on their enemy. Unicorn, who doubtless owed Nathan a grudge for the way in which he had deceived him by passing for one of his relatives, broke the sort of charm that enthralled them, by drawing his scalping knife and raising the poor fellow's hair with uncommon dexterity.