Abiram, as usual, seemed the one most given to solicitude and doubt.
There were certain misgivings, in the frequent glances that he turned
on the unyielding countenance of Ishmael, which might have betrayed
how little of their former confidence and good understanding existed
between them. His looks appeared to be vacillating between hope and
fear. At times, his countenance lighted with the gleamings of a sordid
joy, as he bent his look on the tent which contained his recovered
prisoner, and then, again, the impression seemed unaccountably chased
away by the shadows of intense apprehension. When under the influence
of the latter feeling, his eye never failed to seek the visage of his
dull and impenetrable kinsman. But there he rather found reason for
alarm than grounds of encouragement, for the whole character of the
squatter's countenance expressed the fearful truth, that he had
redeemed his dull faculties from the influence of the kidnapper, and
that his thoughts were now brooding only on the achievement of his own
stubborn intentions.
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