Japazaws took a huge mouthful, rolled it around once or twice, and then spit it out upon the floor. “Ugh! Bad mush!” exclaimed the disgusted chief.
After the repast was over Argall enticed Pocahontas into the gun-room to look at the wonderful cannon. While she was marveling at the great guns he said, “You are to go with me to Jamestown as a hostage for your people. There will be peace with Powhatan, and the murder of our people will cease.”
A long heart-broken wail floated over the water. In came running Japazaws and his squaw to learn the cause of her sorrow.
“Japazaws take Pocahontas back. The white chief would make her a captive,” cried the unhappy girl.
“I will turn the great guns on his wigwams and kill his people if he carries you away,” said Argall.
All the while Japazaws was making the welkin ring with howls. “How is Japazaws to answer to Powhatan?” he yelled, at the same time treading hard on the pet corn of Argall to remind him of the copper kettle.
As Argall’s ship moored at the landing at Jamestown many of the settlers came down to meet him and hear of his adventures.
“Whom think you I have brought back with me, as a captive?” cried Argall pompously.
“Not Powhatan?” exclaimed Laydon.
“Pshaw! might as well try to put salt on a snipe’s tail as catch that old rat. But I have the next best thing—Pocahontas, his daughter.” Then he narrated the manner of her capture.