“What is the matter, Emma?” he asked hastily.
“Oh, Ephraim, our poor child!”—and the poor mother burst into tears.
“What has happened to her? Is she sick?” he asked, anxiously.
“She’s gone.”
“An Indian has carried her off. I shall never see her again;” and Mrs. Taylor burst into a fresh flood of tears.
“Tell me how it all happened, as quickly as possible,” said the father. “I don’t understand.”
After a time he succeeded in obtaining from his wife an account of the Indian’s application, and the revenge which followed her refusal to supply him with money.
“Oh, I wish I had given him what he asked! I would rather give all I had, than lose my little darling. But I knew you did not want me to give money to strangers,” sobbed3 Mrs. Taylor.
“You did right, Emma. Whatever the consequences, you did right. But that is not the question now. We must immediately go in search of our lost child. Julius, call Abner.”
Abner was at the barn, having just returned from the fields. He came back with Julius.
“Abner,” said Mr. Taylor, after briefly4 explaining the case, “we will divide. You go in one direction, and I in another. Have you got a gun?”
“Yes, Mr. Taylor.”
“Take it; you may need it. I have another.”
“Have you got one for me?” asked Julius.
“Do you know how to fire a gun?”
“Yes, sir; Abner showed me last week.”
“I am afraid even with one you would be no match for an Indian. I cannot give you a gun, but I have a pistol in the house. You shall have that.”
“I’ll take it,” said Julius. “Perhaps I shall be the one to find Carrie.”
“Take it, and God bless you!” said the father, as he brought out a small pistol, and placed it in the hands of Julius. “Be prudent5, and run no unnecessary risk.”
The three started in different directions, but it chanced that Julius had selected the right path, and, though he knew it not, was on the track of the Indian and the lost child, while Abner and Mr. Taylor started wrong.
There had been some delay in getting ready, and altogether the Indian had a start of nearly an hour. On the other hand, he was incumbered with the weight of the child, which had a tendency to diminish his speed. Again, Julius ran a part of the way. He knew little of the Indians from personal observation, but he had read stories of Indian adventure, and he concluded that the captor of little Carrie would take to the woods. He therefore struck across the fields for the very woods in which the little girl was concealed6.
He wandered about at random7 till chance brought him to the very tree from behind which he caught sight of the object of his search, under the guardianship8 of the sleeping Indian. His heart gave a bound of exultation9, for he saw that circumstances were favorable to her rescue. His great fear was that when she saw him she would utter a cry of joy, which would arouse the sleeping savage10. Just at this moment, as described in the last chapter, Carrie espied11 him. Fortunately she caught his signal, and checked the rising cry of joy. She looked eagerly toward Julius, to learn what she must do. He beckoned12 her to come to him. She arose from her leafy seat cautiously, and moved, with a caution which danger taught her, toward our hero. He had the satisfaction of taking her hand in his, and of observing that her movements had not been heard by her savage companion, who was so tired that he still slept.
“Come with me, Carrie,” he whispered, “and make as little noise as possible.”
“Yes, Julius,” said the little girl, whispering in reply. “Where is papa?”
“He came after you, too; but he did not take the right road.”
“How did you know where I was?”
“I guessed at it, and I guessed right. Don’t make any noise.”
“Yes, Julius.”
So they walked hand in hand. Julius hurried his little companion, for he feared that the Indian would awake and pursue them. If he did so, he was by no means sure that he could defend her. His pistol was loaded, but it had but one barrel, and when it was discharged, he would be completely defenseless.
“Has the Indian got a gun?” he asked, in a whisper.
“I didn’t see any,” said Carrie.
Then he felt more easy in mind. If hard pressed, he would at least be able to fire one shot.
But there was another difficulty. He had not come directly to the place where he had found Carrie, but had wandered about in different directions. The result was that he didn’t know his way out of the woods.
“Do you know which way you came, Carrie?” he asked, in some perplexity.
“No, Julius. I didn’t wake up till I was in the woods.”
“I don’t know my way. I wish I could fall in with your father or Abner.”
“What would you do if you met a lion?” asked Carrie, anxiously.
“There are no lions here.”
“The Indian said so. He said they would eat me if I ran away.”
“That was only to frighten you, and prevent your escaping.”
“Then are there no lions?”
“No, Carrie. The Indian is the worst lion there is in the woods.”
“Let us go home quick, Julius,” said Carrie, clasping his hand tighter in her fear.
“Yes, Carrie; we will keep on as fast as we can. We will go straight. If we keep on far enough, I am sure we must get out of the woods. But I am afraid you will get tired.”
“No, Julius. I want to go home.”
So they kept on, Julius looking anxiously about him and behind him, fearing that the Indian might have waked up, and even now be in pursuit of his little captive.
He had reason for his fear. The slumbers13 of the savage were light, and, though they had not been interrupted by the flight of Carrie, he roused himself about ten minutes later. He turned slowly around, expecting to see her sitting on the pile of leaves. Discovering that she was gone, he sprang to his feet with a cry of rage and disappointment. He was surprised, for he had supposed that she would be afraid to leave him.
He instantly formed the determination to get her back. Without her his revenge would be incomplete. Besides, it would be mortifying14 to his pride as a warrior15 that a little child should escape from him, thus getting the better of him.
He was broad awake now, and his senses were on the alert. With Indian quickness he tracked the footsteps of the little girl to the tree. Thus far it seemed that she had run away without assistance. But at this point he found another trail. He stooped over, and carefully scrutinized16 the track made by our young hero, and it helped him to a conclusion.
“Boy,” he muttered. “Small foot. Come when Indian sleep. No matter. Me catch him.”
A white man would have obtained no clew to guide him in the pursuit of the fugitives17; but the Indian’s practiced skill served him. With his eyes upon the ground, marking here a print, and there a slight pressure on the scattered18 leaves, he kept on his way, sure of success.
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