When Uncas had brained his first antagonist, he turned, like a hungry lion, to seek another.
There was excitement on board of the Uncas the instant Clif's cry was heard.
This grave group consisted only of Uncas, two of his fiercest-looking and most athletic warriors, the divine, and Eben Dudley.
The Uncas was now steady, too, Clif thought grimly to himself.
Uncas and his Mohegans still remained faithful, and helped to carry the wounded back to the ships.
All eyes were now turned on Uncas, as if seeking directions how to proceed.
But the Uncas stopped and then crept slowly forward, heading north.
Uncas partly raised his body, and offered his hand to the grasp of Heyward.
At a little distance in advance stood Uncas, his whole person thrown powerfully into view.
"Uncas will stay," the young Mohican calmly answered in English.