If his thoughts had taken the form of words they would probably have run somewhat as follows:—
“Farewell for ever, sweet Rose of Oregon! Dear Betty! You have been the means, in God’s hand, of saving at least one soul from death, and it would be requiting1 you ill indeed were I to persuade you to unite yourself to a man whose name is disgraced even among rough men, whose estimate of character is not very high. No! henceforth our lives diverge2 wider and wider apart. May God bless you and give you a good hus— give you happiness in His own way! And now I have the world before me where to choose. It is a wide world, and there is much work to be done. Surely I shall be led in the right way to fill the niche3 which has been set apart for me. I wonder what it is to be! Am I to hunt for gold, or to become a fur-trader, or go down to the plains and turn cattle-dealer, or to the coast and become a sailor, or try farming? One thing is certain, I must not be an idler; must not join the ranks of those who merely hunt that they may eat and sleep, and who eat and sleep that they may hunt. I have a work to do for Him who bought me with His precious blood, and my first step must be to commit my way to Him.”
Tom Brixton took that step at once. He knelt down on a mossy bank, and there, with the glorious prospect6 of the beautiful wilderness7 before him, and the setting sun irradiating his still haggard countenance8, held communion with God.
That night he made his lonely bivouac under a spreading pine, and that night while he was enjoying a profound and health-giving slumber9, the robber-chief stepped into his encampment and laid his hand roughly on his shoulder.
In his days of high health Tom would certainly have leaped up and given Stalker a considerable amount of trouble, but starvation and weakness, coupled with self-condemnation and sorrow, had subdued10 his nerves and abated11 his energies, so that, when he opened his eyes and found himself surrounded by as disagreeable a set of cut-throats as could well be brought together, he at once resigned himself to his fate, and said, without rising, and with one of his half-humorous smiles—
“Well, Mister Botanist12, sorry I can’t say it gives me pleasure to see you. I wonder you’re not ashamed to return to the country of the great chief Unaco after running away from him as you did.”
“I’m in no humour for joking,” answered Stalker, gruffly. “What has become of your friend Paul Bevan?”
“I’m not aware that anything particular has become of him,” replied Tom, sitting up with a look of affected13 surprise.
“Come, you know what I mean. Where is he?”
“When I last saw him he was in Oregon. Whether he has now gone to Europe or the moon or the sun I cannot tell, but I should think it unlikely.”
“If you don’t give me a direct and civil answer I’ll roast you alive, you young puppy!” growled14 Stalker.
“If you roast me dead instead of alive you’ll get no answer from me but such as I choose to give, you middle-aged15 villain16!” retorted Tom, with a glare of his eyes which quite equalled that of the robber-chief in ferocity, for Tom’s nature was what we may style volcanic17, and he found it hard to restrain himself when roused to a certain point, so that he was prone18 to speak unadvisedly with his lips.
A half-smothered laugh from some of the band who did not care much for their chief, rendered Stalker furious.
He sprang forward with a savage20 oath, drew the small hatchet21 which he carried in his belt, and would certainly then and there have brained the rash youth with it, if his hand had not been unexpectedly arrested. The gleaming weapon was yet in the air when the loud report of a rifle close at hand burst from the bushes with a sheet of flame and smoke, and the robber’s right arm fell powerless at his side, hit between the elbow and shoulder.
It was the rifle of Mahoghany Drake that had spoken so opportunely23.
That stalwart backwoodsman had, as we have seen, followed up the trail of the robbers, and, with Tolly Trevor and his friend Leaping Buck24, had lain for a considerable time safely ensconced in a moss5-covered crevice25 of the cliff that overlooked the camping-place. There, quietly observing the robbers, and almost enjoying the little scene between Tom and the chief, they remained inactive until Stalker’s hatchet gleamed in the air. The boys were almost petrified26 by the suddenness of the act.
Not so the trapper, who with rapid aim saved Tom’s life, as we have seen.
Dropping his rifle, he seized the boys by the neck and thrust their faces down on the moss: not a moment too soon, for a withering27 volley was instantly sent by the bandits in the direction whence the shots had come. It passed harmlessly over their heads.
“Now, home like two arrows, and rouse your father, Leaping Buck,” whispered the trapper, “and keep well out o’ sight.”
Next moment, picking up his empty rifle, he stalked from the fringe of bushes that partially28 screened the cliff, and gave himself up.
“Ha! I know you—Mahoghany Drake! Is it not so?” cried Stalker, savagely29. “Seize him, men. You shall swing for this, you rascal30.”
Two or three of the robbers advanced, but Drake quietly held up his hand, and they stopped.
“I’m in your power, you see,” he said, laying his rifle on the ground. “Yes,” he continued, drawing his tall figure up to its full height and crossing his arms on his breast, “my name is Drake. As to Mahoghany, I’ve no objection to it though it ain’t complimentary31. If, as you say, Mister Stalker, I’m to swing for this, of course I must swing. Yet it do seem raither hard that a man should swing for savin’ his friend’s life an’ his enemy’s at the same time.”
“How—what do you mean?”
“I mean that Mister Brixton is my friend,” answered the trapper, “and I’ve saved his life just now, for which I thank the Lord. At the same time, Stalker is my enemy—leastwise I fear he’s no friend—an’ didn’t I save his life too when I put a ball in his arm, that I could have as easily put into his head or his heart?”
“Well,” responded Stalker, with a fiendish grin, that the increasing pain of his wound did not improve, “at all events you have not saved your own life, Drake. As I said, you shall swing for it. But I’ll give you one chance. If you choose to help me I will spare your life. Can you tell me where Paul Bevan and his daughter are?”
“They are with Unaco and his tribe.”
“I could have guessed as much as that. I ask you where they are!”
“On the other side of yonder mountain range, where the chief’s village lies.”
Somewhat surprised at the trapper’s readiness to give the information required, and rendered a little suspicious, Stalker asked if he was ready and willing to guide him to the Indian village.
“Surely. If that’s the price I’m to pay for my life, it can be easily paid,” replied the trapper.
“Ay, but you shall march with your arms bound until we are there, and the fight wi’ the redskins is over,” said the robber-chief, “and if I find treachery in your acts or looks I’ll blow your brains out on the spot. My left hand, you shall find, can work as well as the right wi’ the revolver.”
“A beggar, they say, must not be a chooser,” returned the trapper. “I accept your terms.”
“Good. Here, Goff,” said Stalker, turning to his lieutenant33, “bind his hands behind him after he’s had some supper, and then come an’ fix up this arm o’ mine. I think the bone has escaped.”
“Hadn’t we better start off at once,” suggested Drake, “an’ catch the redskins when they’re asleep?”
“Is it far off?” asked Stalker.
“A goodish bit. But the night is young. We might git pretty near by midnight, and then encamp so as to git an hour’s sleep before makin’ the attack. You see, redskins sleep soundest just before daybreak.”
While he was speaking the trapper coughed a good deal, and sneezed once or twice, as if he had a bad cold.
“Can’t you keep your throat and nose quieter?” said the chief, sternly.
“Well, p’r’aps I might,” replied Drake, emitting a highly suppressed cough at the moment, “but I’ve got a queer throat just now. The least thing affects it.”
After consultation34 with the principal men of his band, Stalker determined35 to act on Drake’s advice, and in a few minutes the trapper was guiding them over the hills in a state of supreme36 satisfaction, despite his bonds, for had he not obtained the power to make the robbers encamp on a spot which the Indians could not avoid passing on their way to the rescue, and had he not established a sort of right to emit sounds which would make his friends aware of his exact position, and thus bring both parties into collision before daybreak, which could not have been the case if the robbers had remained in the encampment where he found them?
Turn we now to Leaping Buck and Tolly Trevor. Need it be said that these intelligent lads did not, as the saying is, allow grass to grow under their feet? The former went over the hills at a pace and in a manner that fully37 justified38 his title; and the latter followed with as much vigour39 and resolution, if not as much agility40, as his friend.
In a wonderfully short space of time, considering the distance, they burst upon the Indian village, and aroused it with the startling news.
Warfare41 in those regions was not the cumbrous and slow affair that it is in civilised places. There was no commissariat, no ammunition42 wagons43, no baggage, no camp-followers to hamper44 the line of march. In five or ten minutes after the alarm was given about two hundred Indian braves marched out from the camp in a column which may be described as one-deep—i.e. one following the other—and took their rapid way up the mountain sides, led by Unaco in person. Next to him marched Paul Bevan, who was followed in succession by Fred Westly, Paddy Flinders, Leaping Buck, and Tolly.
For some time the long line could be seen by the Rose of Oregon passing swiftly up the mountain-side. Then, as distance united the individuals, as it were, to each other, it assumed the form of a mighty45 snake crawling slowly along. By degrees it crawled over the nearest ridge46 and disappeared, after which Betty went to discuss the situation with Unaco’s old mother.
It was near midnight when the robber-band encamped in a wooded hollow which was backed on two sides by precipices47 and on the third by a deep ravine.
“A good spot to set a host at defiance48,” remarked Stalker, glancing round with a look that would have expressed satisfaction if the wounded arm had allowed.
“Yes,” added the trapper, “and—” A violent fit of coughing prevented the completion of the sentence, which, however, when thought out in Drake’s mind ran—“a good spot for hemming49 you and your scoundrels in, and starving you into submission50!”
A short time sufficed for a bite of cold supper and a little whiff, soon after which the robber camp, with the exception of the sentinels, was buried in repose51.
Tom Brixton was not allowed to have any intercourse52 whatever with his friend Drake. Both were bound and made to sleep in different parts of the camp. Nevertheless, during one brief moment, when they chanced to be near each other, Drake whispered, “Be ready!” and Tom heard him.
Ere long no sound was heard in the camp save an occasional snore or sigh, and Drake’s constant and hacking53, but highly suppressed, cough. Poor fellow! He was obviously consumptive, and it was quite touching54 to note the careful way in which he tried to restrain himself, giving vent32 to as little sound as was consistent with his purpose.
Turning a corner of jutting55 rock in the valley which led to the spot, Unaco’s sharp and practised ear caught the sound. He stopped and stood like a bronze statue by Michael Angelo in the attitude of suddenly arrested motion. Upwards56 of two hundred bronze arrested statues instantly tailed away from him.
Presently a smile, such as Michael Angelo probably never thought of reproducing, rippled57 on the usually grave visage of the chief.
“M’ogany Drake!” he whispered, softly, in Paul Bevan’s ear.
“I didn’t know Drake had sitch a horrid58 cold,” whispered Bevan, in reply.
Tolly Trevor clenched59 his teeth and screwed himself up internally to keep down the laughter that all but burst him, for he saw through the device at once. As for Leaping Buck, he did more than credit to his sire, because he kept as grave as Michael Angelo himself could have desired while chiselling60 his features.
“Musha! but that is a quare sound,” whispered Flinders to Westly.
“Hush!” returned Westly.
At a signal from their chief the whole band of Indians sank, as it seemed, into the ground, melted off the face of the earth, and only the white men and the chief remained.
“I must go forward alone,” whispered Unaco, turning to Paul. “White man knows not how to go on his belly61 like the serpent.”
“Mahoghany Drake would be inclined to dispute that p’int with ’ee,” returned Bevan. “However, you know best, so we’ll wait till you give us the signal to advance.”
Having directed his white friends to lie down, Unaco divested62 himself of all superfluous63 clothing, and glided64 swiftly but noiselessly towards the robber camp, with nothing but a tomahawk in his hand and a scalping-knife in his girdle. He soon reached the open side of the wooded hollow, guided thereto by Drake’s persistent65 and evidently distressing66 cough. Here it became necessary to advance with the utmost caution. Fortunately for the success of his enterprise, all the sentinels that night had been chosen from among the white men. The consequence was that although they were wide awake and on the qui vive, their unpractised senses failed to detect the very slight sounds that Unaco made while gliding67 slowly—inch by inch, and with many an anxious pause—into the very midst of his foes68. It was a trying situation, for instant death would have been the result of discovery.
As if to make matters more difficult for him just then, Drake’s hacking cough ceased, and the Indian could not make out where he lay. Either his malady69 was departing or he had fallen into a temporary slumber! That the latter was the case became apparent from his suddenly recommencing the cough. This, however, had the effect of exasperating70 one of the sentinels.
“Can’t you stop that noise?” he muttered, sternly.
“I’m doin’ my best to smother19 it,” said Drake in a conciliatory tone.
Apparently71 he had succeeded, for he coughed no more after that. But the fact was that a hand had been gently laid upon his arm.
“So soon!” he thought. “Well done, boys!” But he said never a word, while a pair of lips touched his ear and said, in the Indian tongue—
“Where lies your friend?”
Drake sighed sleepily, and gave a short and intensely subdued cough, as he turned his lips to a brown ear which seemed to rise out of the grass for the purpose, and spoke22 something that was inaudible to all save that ear. Instantly hand, lips, and ear withdrew, leaving the trapper in apparently deep repose. A sharp knife, however, had touched his bonds, and he knew that he was free.
A few minutes later, and the same hand touched Tom Brixton’s arm. He would probably have betrayed himself by an exclamation72, but remembering Drake’s “Be ready,” he lay perfectly73 still while the hands, knife, and lips did their work. The latter merely said, in broken English, “Rise when me rise, an’ run!”
Next instant Unaco leaped to his feet and, with a terrific yell of defiance, bounded into the bushes. Tom Brixton followed him like an arrow, and so prompt was Mahoghany Drake to act that he and Tom came into violent collision as they cleared the circle of light thrown by the few sinking embers of the camp-fires. No damage, however, was done. At the same moment the band of Indians in ambush74 sprang up with their terrible war whoop75, and rushed towards the camp. This effectually checked the pursuit which had been instantly begun by the surprised bandits, who at once retired76 to the shelter of the mingled77 rocks and shrubs78 in the centre of the hollow, from out of which position they fired several tremendous volleys.
“That’s right—waste yer ammunition,” said Paul Bevan, with a short laugh, as he and the rest lay quickly down to let the leaden shower pass over.
“It’s always the way wi’ men taken by surprise,” said Drake, who, with Brixton and the chief, had stopped in their flight and turned with their friends. “They blaze away wildly for a bit, just to relieve their feelin’s, I s’pose. But they’ll soon stop.”
“An’ what’ll we do now?” inquired Flinders, “for it seems to me we’ve got all we want out o’ them, an’ it’s no use fightin’ them for mere4 fun—though it’s mesilf that used to like fightin’ for that same; but I think the air of Oregon has made me more peaceful inclined.”
“But the country has been kept for a long time in constant alarm and turmoil79 by these men,” said Fred Westly, “and, although I like fighting as little as any man, I cannot help thinking that we owe it as a duty to society to capture as many of them as we can, especially now that we seem to have caught them in a sort of trap.”
“What says Mahoghany Drake on the subject!” asked Unaco.
“I vote for fightin’, ’cause there’ll be no peace in the country till the band is broken up.”
“Might it not be better to hold them prisoners here?” suggested Paul Bevan. “They can’t escape, you tell me, except by this side, and there’s nothin’ so good for tamin’ men as hunger.”
“Ah!” said Tom Brixton, “you speak the truth, Bevan; I have tried it.”
“But what does Unaco himself think?” asked Westly.
“We must fight ’em at once, an’ root them out neck and crop!”
These words were spoken, not by the Indian, but by a deep bass80 voice which sent a thrill of surprise, not unmingled with alarm, to more hearts than one; and no wonder, for it was the voice of Gashford, the big bully81 of Pine Tree Diggings!
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