"But where is the girl?
I must see her." "In the cabin with Wenonga's squaw, right over agin the Council-house," replied Doe; adding with animation, "but I'm agin your going nigh her, till we settle up accounts jist as honestly as any two sich d--d rascals can.

I say, by G--, I must know how the book stands, and how I'm to finger the snacks: for snacks is the word, or the bargain's no go." "Well,--we can talk of this on the morrow." "To-night's the time," said Doe: "there's nothing like having an honest understanding of matters afore-hand.

I'm not going to be cheated,--not meaning no offence in saying so; and I've jist made up my mind to keep the gal out of your way, till we've settled things to our liking." "Spoken like a sensible rogue," said the stranger, with a voice all frankness and approval, but with a lowering look of impatience, which Nathan, who had watched the proceedings of the pair with equal amazement and interest, could observe from the chink, though it was concealed from Doe by the position of the speaker, who had risen from his stool, as if to depart, but who now sat down again, to satisfy the fears of his partner in villany.

To this he immediately addressed himself, but in tones lower than before, so that Nathan could no longer distinguish his words.
But Nathan had heard enough.

The conversation, as far as he had distinguished it, chimed strangely in with all his own and Roland's suspicions; there was, indeed, not a word uttered that did not confirm them.