Chapter 3

Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood, as any in Italy;
and as soon mov'd to be moody, and as soon moody to be moved.
--Romeo and Juliet.

Though the trapper manifested some surprise when he perceived that
another human figure was approaching him, and that, too, from a
direction opposite to the place where the emigrant had made his
encampment, it was with the steadiness of one long accustomed to
scenes of danger.

"This is a man," he said; "and one who has white blood in his veins,
or his step would be lighter. It will be well to be ready for the
worst, as the half-and-halfs,[*] that one meets, in these distant
districts, are altogether more barbarous than the real savage."

[*] Half-breeds; men born of Indian women by white fathers. This race
has much of the depravity of civilisation without the virtues of
the savage.

He raised his rifle while he spoke, and assured himself of the state
of its flint, as well as of the priming by manual examination. But his
arm was arrested, while in the act of throwing forward the muzzle of
the piece, by the eager and trembling hands of his companion.

"For God's sake, be not too hasty," she said; "it may be a friend--an
acquaintance--a neighbour!"

"A friend!" the old man repeated, deliberately releasing himself, at
the same time, from her grasp. "Friends are rare in any land, and less
in this, perhaps, than in another; and the neighbourhood is too thinly
settled to make it likely that he who comes towards us is even an
acquaintance."

"But though a stranger, you would not seek his blood!"

The trapper earnestly regarded her anxious and frightened features,
and then he dropped the butt of his rifle on the ground, like one
whose purpose had undergone a sudden change.

"No," he said, speaking rather to himself, than to his companion, "she
is right; blood is not to be spilt, to save the life of one so
useless, and so near his time. Let him come on; my skins, my traps,
and even my rifle shall be his, if he sees fit to demand them."

"He will ask for neither:--he wants neither," returned the girl; "if
he be an honest man, he will surely be content with his own, and ask
for nothing that is the property of another."

The trapper had not time to express the surprise he felt at this
incoherent and contradictory language, for the man who was advancing,
was, already, within fifty feet of the place where they stood.--In the
mean time, Hector had not been an indifferent witness of what was
passing. At the sound of the distant footsteps, he had arisen, from
his warm bed at the feet of his master; and now, as the