On arriving at the inn, Sir Christopher ordered immediately his horse, and mounting, rode homeward. At a slow pace he proceeded through the streets, and allowed the animal, with the rein lying loose upon his neck, to follow the winding path in the forest. No adventure befel him on his solitary ride, and in due time he reached his home. He was met by Philip Joy, to whom he delivered the horse.
"Is the Indian whom I left in thy charge safe?" he inquired.
"He is, Sir Christopher," answered the soldier.
"Sassacus has not seen him, I trust."
"No one has seen him but myself. I have faithfully followed your orders, and kept him like a rat in a trap. He takes to eating and sleeping prodigious kindly, and has shown no disposition to do any thing else."
"It is natural he should do so, and you have acted with discretion."
With these words Sir Christopher entered the house, and straightway proceeded to find the Indian. He was lying on the floor, apparently asleep, but at the noise of the opening door, roused himself and sat upright.
"How have my people treated Mesandowit in my absence?" inquired the Knight.
"Well," answered the savage. "Mesandowit has eaten, and drank, and slept, and is refreshed."
"Is he ready to return to his own country?"