"The backwoodsman has taken the first trick, Monsieur."
I saw De Croix's body dart1, like a black arrow, far out into the air, and come sweeping2 down. He struck to my left, and a trifle behind me; but I waited not to learn just how. With lusty strokes I struck out for the north shore. It was a hard swim, for my deerskins held the water like so many bags, and the current, though not rapid, was sufficiently3 strong to ? 142 ? make me fight valiantly4 for every foot of way. I came out, panting heavily, upon a low bank of soft mud, and crept cautiously up under the black shadow of some low bushes growing there. I took time, as I rested, to glance back, hoping thus to learn more of the direction I should follow; for the Kinzie light was no longer visible, and my struggle with the current had somewhat bewildered me. I neither saw nor heard anything of De Croix; but the flame of the candle gleaming through the narrow slits5 of the block-house told me clearly where it stood, while a wild yelling farther to the southward convinced me that our Indian besiegers were yet astir and concocting6 some fresh deviltry at their camp. With a half-uttered prayer that they might all be there, I hastily pressed the water from my soggy clothes and plunged7 forward into the unknown darkness. A big cottonwood, as from its shape I judged it to be, rose against the stars in my front,—a dim outline swaying slightly in the westerly wind, and I took it as my first guide-mark, moving over the rough unknown ground as rapidly and silently as possible.
The soft moccasins I wore aided me greatly, nor were there many trees along the way to drop twigs9 in the path to crackle under foot; yet I found the ground uneven10 and deceptive11, rifted with small gullies, and more or less bestrewn with stones, against which I stumbled in the darkness. I was too thoroughly12 ? 143 ? trained in the stern and careful school of the frontier not to be cautious at such a time, for I knew that silence and seeming desolation were no proof of savage13 desertion; nor did I believe that Indian strategy would leave the north of the Fort wholly unguarded. Any rock, any black ravine, any clump14 of trees or bushes, might well be the lurking-place of hostiles, who would only too gladly wreak15 their vengeance16 upon any hapless straggler falling into their hands. I was unarmed, save for the long hunting-knife I carried in the bosom17 of my shirt; but my thought was not of fighting,—it was to get through without discovery.
To De Croix I gave small consideration, save that the memory of the wager18 was a spur to urge me forward at greater speed. The place was strangely, painfully still; even the savage yelling of the distant Indians seemed to die away as I advanced, and nothing broke the oppressive silence but an occasional flutter of leaves, or my own deep breathing. I had gone, I take it, half or three-quarters of a mile, not directly north, but circling ever to the eastward19, seeking thus to reach the house from the rear, when I came to a sharp break in the surface of the land, somewhat deeper and more abrupt20 than those before encountered. It seemed like a cut or ravine made by some rush of water lakeward; and, as I hesitated upon the edge of it, peering across and wondering if I had better risk the plunge8, my eyes caught the blaze of the Kinzie ? 144 ? light scarce a hundred yards from the opposite bank of the ravine.
Assured that I was headed right, I stepped off with a new confidence that, for the moment, conquered my usual prudence,—for the steep bank gave way instantly beneath my weight. I grasped vainly at the edge, fell heavily sidewise, and rolled like a great log, bruised22 and half-stunned, into the black gorge23 below. I remember gripping at a slender bush that yielded to my touch; but all the rest was no more than a breathless tumble, until I struck something soft at the bottom,—something that squirmed and gripped my long hair savagely24, and pushed my head back with a grasp on the throat that nearly throttled25 me.
It was all so sudden, so unexpected, that for the moment I was helpless as a child, struggling merely from the natural instinct of preservation27 to break free. I could perceive nothing, the darkness was so intense; yet as I gradually succeeded in getting my hands loose, I wound them in long coarse hair, pressed them against bare flesh, heard deep labored28 breathing close to my face, and believed I was struggling with a savage.
It was a question of mere26 brute29 strength, and neither of us had had the advantage of surprise. I could feel the sharp prick30 of my own knife as he hugged me to him, but I dare not reach for it, and I held his arms so tightly that he lay panting and struggling as if in a vise. It was an odd fight, as we turned ? 145 ? and tossed, writhed31 and twisted among those sharp pointed32 rocks like two infuriated wild-cats in the dark, neither venturing to break hold for a blow, nor having breath enough in our bodies for so much as a curse. My adversary33 struck me once with his head under the chin, so hard a blow that everything turned red before me; and then I got my knee up into the pit of his stomach and caused him to quiver from the agony of it; yet the fellow clung to me like a bull-terrier, and never so much as whined34.
It was never my nature to yield easily, and I felt now this struggle was to cost his life or mine; so I clinched35 my teeth, and sought my best to push back the other's head until the neck should crack. But if I was a powerful man, this other was no less so, and he fought with a fierce and silent desperation that foiled me. We dug and tore, gouged36 and struck, digging our heels into the soft earth in a vain endeavor to gain some advantage of position. My cheek, I knew, was bleeding from contact with a jagged stone, and I was fast growing faint from the awful tension, when I felt his arms slip.
"My God!" he panted. "The devil has me!"
So startled was I by these English words, that I loosed my grip, staring breathlessly through the darkness.
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For a moment he did not answer, but I could hear his breath coming in gasps38 and sobs39. Then he spoke40 slowly, his voice hoarse41 from exertion42.
"By the memory of Moses! I was once,—but that squeeze must have turned me black, I'm thinkin'. An' ye're no Injun?"
"Not so much as a feather of one," I retorted. "But that is what I took you to be."
We were both sitting up by this time, he with his back against the bank, both of us panting as if we could never regain43 our breath, and eagerly seeking to see each other's features in the gloom. Any attempt at conversation was painful, but I managed at last to stammer44:
"An' I'm not a bit sure ye didn't," was the response, uttered between puffs46. "'Twas the worst grip ever Ol' Tom Burns had squeeze him,—an' I've felt o' bars mor' nor oncet. Who may ye be, anyhow, stranger? an' for what cause did ye jump down yere on me?"
There was a trace of growing anger in his tone, as remembrance of the outrage47 returned to his mind, which caused me to smile, now that I could breatheless painfully. It seemed such a ludicrous affair,—that dark struggle, each mistaking the purpose and color of the other.
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"My name is Wayland," I made haste to explain, "and I left the Fort but now, hoping by this roundabout route to reach the Kinzie place and return under cover of darkness. I slipped on the edge of the bank up yonder, and the next thing I knew we were at it. I can assure you, friend, I supposed myself in the arms of a savage. You say your name is Burns?"
"Ol' Tom Burns."
"What? It is not possible you are the same who brought a message to Major Wayland on the Maumee?"
"I reckon I am," he said, deliberately48. "An' be you the boy I met?"
"Yes," I said, still doubtful. "But how came you here?"
"Wal, here's whar I belong. I've bin49 a sorter huntin' an' trappin' yer'bouts fer goin' on nine year or so, an' I built a shanty50 to live in up yonder by the forks. I hedn't much more nor got home frum down east, when the Injuns burnt thet down; an' sence then I ain't bin much o' nowhar, but I reckon'd I'd go inter51 ther Fort to-morrow and git some grub."
He spoke with a slow, deliberate drawl, as if not much accustomed to converse52; and I pictured him to myself as one of those silent plainsmen, so habituated to solitude53 as almost to shun54 companionship, though he had already let drop a word or two that made me ? 148 ? deem him one not devoid55 of humor. Suddenly I thought of De Croix.
"Has any one passed here lately?" I asked, rising to my feet, the old emulation56 throbbing57 in my veins58. "A white man, I mean, going north."
"Wal," he answered slowly, and as he also stood up I could make out, what I had not noted59 in our previous meeting, that he was as tall as I, but spare of build; "I ain't seen nuthin', but some sort o' critter went ploughin' down inter the gulch60 up yonder, maybe ten minutes 'fore21 ye lit down yere on me. Dern if I know whether it were a human er a bar!"
"Will you show me the nearest way to the Kinzie house?"
"I reckon I'll show ye all right, but ye bet ye don't git me nigher ner a hundred foot o' the door," he returned seriously. "John Kinzie's a mighty61 good man, stranger, but he an' Ol' Tom Burns ain't never hitched62 worth a cent."
We climbed silently, and came out together upon the top. A slight beam of light crept along through the open door of the log house just in front of us, and for the first time I caught a fair view of my companion. He was a tall, gaunt, wiry fellow, typical in dress and manner of his class, the backwoodsmen of the Southwest, but with a peculiarly solemn face, seamed with wrinkles, and much of it concealed63 beneath a bushy, iron-gray beard. We eyed each other curiously64.
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"Dern if ever I expected ter meet up with ye agin in no sich way as this," he said shortly. "But thet's the house. Be ye goin' ter stay thar long?"
"No," I answered, feeling anxious to have his guidance back to the Fort, "not over five minutes. Will you wait?"
No one greeted me at the house, not even a dog; though I could see figures moving within. Either the occupants felt that an assumption of confidence was their best security, or experienced no fear of Indian treachery, for I rapped twice before there was any response. A young girl, with a face of rare beauty and a pair of roguish black eyes, peered out curiously. At sight of a stranger she drew back slightly, yet paused to ask:
"Did you wish to see some one here?"
"I am seeking for a young girl," I answered, wondering if this could possibly be she, "and they told me at the Fort I should probably find her here. May I ask if you are Elsa Matherson?"
For a moment she looked out at me, as if I might be an escaped lunatic. Then she turned her face over her shoulder toward those within.
"Mr. Kinzie," said she, "here's another man looking for Elsa Matherson."
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