Midnight
Why are you tracking me ! '' demanded the captain angrily , but the wily Indian , instead of starting back and betraying himself by terror , advanced quietly , not even removing his hand from the hidden knife hilt , and answered smoothly in his own tongue , -- `` The red man 's moccason sounds not upon the sand as the white man 's boot . I did but come to ask my lord if he will not rest at all . Midnight is long past , and the day must bring its labors . Will not The Sword sheath for a while his intolerable splendor in sleep , while his slave watches for him ? '' `` Why , Kamuso , thou ` rt more than eloquent ! Pity but thou shouldst be trained , and brought to London to show off before the King ! ''