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The retreat of Mahtoree was as still and guarded as had been his
approach. He now took the direction of the encampment, stealing along
the margin of the brake, as a cover into which he might easily plunge
at the smallest alarm. The drapery of the solitary hut attracted his
notice in passing. After examining the whole of its exterior, and
listening with painful intensity, in order to gather counsel from his
ears, the savage ventured to raise the cloth at the bottom, and to
thrust his dark visage beneath. It might have been a minute before the
Teton chief drew back, and seated himself with the whole of his form
without the linen tenement. Here he sat, seemingly brooding over his
discovery, for many moments, in rigid inaction. Then he resumed his
crouching attitude, and once more projected his visage beyond the
covering of the tent. His second visit to the interior was longer,
and, if possible, more ominous than the first. But it had, like every
thing else, its termination, and the savage again withdrew his glaring
eyes from the secrets of the place.


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