For some time they advanced in absolute silence, dipping their paddles so as to make no noise whatever; Dan following as close as possible in the wake of the chief, for it was one of those nights which people describe as being so dark that one cannot see one’s hand before one’s face.
On reaching the lower end of the lake-like expansion where the river narrowed suddenly and the stream began to be felt, it was discovered that the enemy was in advance of them—that, anticipating some such attempt at escape, they had stationed an ambush2 at the narrows to cut off their retreat.
Archie was naturally the first to make this discovery, being in the bow of the canoe. He heard no sound, but suddenly there loomed3 out of the darkness another canoe close to them—so close that they were on the point of running into it when the sharp-witted boy saw it, and, with an adroit4 turn of his paddle prevented a collision. Then he ceased to paddle, and held his breath. Not knowing what to do next he wisely did nothing, but left matters to Oké and fate!
As they passed, the steersman in the strange canoe uttered something in a low tone. Evidently he mistook them for his friends.
“Sh!” was Okématan’s prompt reply—or the Indian equivalent for that caution.
They glided5 silently and slowly past, but the suspicion of the strange Indian had obviously been aroused, for the paddles of his canoe were heard to gurgle powerfully. Hearing this, Okématan made a stroke that sent his canoe ahead like an arrow, and Archie, who appreciated the situation, seconded the movement.
“Stop!” exclaimed the strange Indian, in the Saulteaux tongue, but the Cree chief did not feel the duty of obedience6 strongly upon him just then. On the contrary, he put forth7 all his strength, but quietly, for he remembered that Dan Davidson was behind.
As there was now no need for concealment8, the pursuer uttered a shrill9 war-whoop10 which was immediately answered and repeated until the woods rang with the fiendish sound, while half-a-dozen canoes dashed out from the banks on either side, and sought to bar the river.
“Now, Arch-ee,” said the Cree chief in a low voice, “paddle for your life and be a man!”
“I’ll be two men, if you like, Oké,” answered the boy, whose courage was of that type which experiences something almost like desperate glee in the presence of imminent12 danger.
The canoe, obedient to the double impulse and the power of the current, was soon out of hearing of the pursuers.
“O! if I only had a paddle I might help you,” said Little Bill eagerly.
“Yes, an’ bu’st your biler, or explode your lungs, or something o’ that sort,” said his brother. “No, no, Little Bill; you sit there like a lord or an admiral, an’ leave men like Oké an’ me to do all the dirty work.”
While he spoke13 thus flippantly it is but justice to say that Archie was never more anxiously in earnest in his life, and that he strained at his paddle with a degree of energy that made him, perhaps, more than equal to many an average man. So that the canoe forged well ahead of the pursuers and finally got to a part of the river where three islets divided it into several channels, rendering14 further pursuit in the dark useless if not impossible.
Their comrades, however, were not so fortunate. Left behind by the sudden spurt15 of his leader, Davidson and his companion exerted themselves to overtake him, but the canoes of the enemy, which were just too late to cut off the retreat of Okématan, were in time to intercept16 the second canoe. In this emergency Dan swerved17 aside, hoping to get to the bank before the Saulteaux could discover his exact whereabouts. His intentions were thwarted18 by the want of caution in his companion.
“Iss it to the land ye are going?” asked Fergus.
“Yes—it’s our only chance,” whispered Dan.
“It iss my opeenion—” murmured the Highlander19.
“Hush!” ejaculated Dan.
But the caution came too late. A listening Red-skin overheard the sounds, and, with a sudden dash was alongside of them. He did not, however, know the vigour20 of the men with whom he had to deal. While he was in the very midst of a triumphant21 war-whoop, Dan cut him over the head with the paddle so violently that the instrument became splinters, and the whoop ceased abruptly22. At the same time Fergus caught hold of the bow of the enemy’s canoe with an iron grasp, and, giving it a heave that might have put Samson to shame, fairly overturned it.
“Ye can wet your whustle now—whatever,” he muttered.
As he spoke, the canoe ran with extreme violence against the invisible bank. At the same moment a random23 volley was fired from the canoes in rear. Fear lest they should wound or kill a comrade probably caused them to send the whizzing bullets rather high, but for one instant the flame revealed the position of the fugitives24, and those who had reserved their fire took better aim.
“Take to the bush, Fergus!” cried Dan, as he grasped his gun and leaped into the shallow water.
The Highlander stooped to lay hold of his weapon, which lay in the bow of the canoe, just as another volley was fired. The act was the means of saving his life, for at least half-a-dozen bullets whizzed close over his head. Before he could recover himself a strong hand grasped his neck and flung him backwards25. Probably a desperate hand-to-hand fight would have ensued, for Fergus McKay had much of the bone, muscle, and sinew, that is characteristic of his race, but a blow from an unseen weapon stunned26 him, and when his senses returned he found himself bound hand and foot lying in the bottom of a canoe. He could tell from its motion, that it was descending27 the river.
Meanwhile Dan Davidson, under the impression that his comrade was also seeking safety in the bush, did his best to advance in circumstances of which he had never yet had experience, for, if the night was dark on the open bosom28 of the river, it presented the blackness of Erebus in the forest. Dan literally29 could not see an inch in advance of his own nose. If he held up his hand before his face it was absolutely invisible.
In the haste of the first rush he had crashed through a mass of small shrubbery with which the bank of the stream was lined. Then on passing through that he tumbled head over heels into a hollow, and narrowly missed breaking his gun. Beyond that he was arrested by a tree with such violence that he fell and lay for a minute or two, half-stunned. While lying thus, experience began to teach him, and common sense to have fair-play.
“A little more of this,” he thought, “and I’m a dead man. Besides, if it is difficult for me to traverse the forest in the dark, it is equally difficult for the savages31. My plan is to feel my way step by step, with caution. That will be the quietest way, too, as well as the quickest. You’re an excited fool, Dan!”
When a man begins to think, and call himself a fool, there is some hope of him. Gathering32 himself up, and feeling his gun all over carefully, to make sure that it had not been broken, he continued to advance with excessive caution, and, in consequence, was ere long a considerable distance from the banks of the river, though, of course, he had but a hazy33 idea as to what part of the country he had attained34, or whither he was tending.
As the first excitement of flight passed away, Dan began to feel uneasy prickings of conscience at having so hastily sought safety for himself, though, upon reflection, he could not accuse himself of having deserted36 his comrades. Okématan and the boys, he had good reason to believe—at least to hope—had succeeded in evading37 the foe38, and Fergus he supposed had landed with himself, and was even at that moment making good his escape into the forest. To find him, in the circumstances, he knew to be impossible, and to shout by way of ascertaining39 his whereabouts he also knew to be useless as well as dangerous, as by doing so he would make his own position known to the enemy.
He also began to feel certain pricking35 sensations in his right leg as well as in his conscience. The leg grew more painful as he advanced, and, on examination of the limb by feeling, he found, to his surprise, that he had received a bullet-wound in the thigh40. Moreover he discovered that his trousers were wet with blood, and that there was a continuous flow of the vital fluid from the wound. This at once accounted to him for some very unusual feelings of faintness which had come over him, and which he had at first attributed to his frequent and violent falls.
The importance of checking the haemorrhage was so obvious, that he at once sat down and did his best to bind41 up the wound with the red cotton kerchief that encircled his neck. Having accomplished42 this as well as he could in the dark, he resumed his journey, and, after several hours of laborious43 scrambling44, at last came to a halt with a feeling of very considerable, and to him unusual, exhaustion45.
“Impossible to go further!” he thought. “I feel quite knocked up. Strange! I never felt like this before. It must have been the tumbles that did it, or it may be that I’ve lost more blood than I suppose. I’ll rest a bit now, and begin a search for Fergus by the first streak48 of dawn.”
In pursuance of this intention, the wearied man lay down, and putting his head on a mossy pillow, fell into a profound sleep, which was not broken till the sun was high in the heavens on the following day.
When at last he did awake, and attempted to sit up, Dan felt, to his surprise and no small alarm, that he was as weak as a child, that his leg lay in a pool of coagulated gore49, and that blood was still slowly trickling50 from the wound in his thigh.
Although disposed to lie down and give way to an almost irresistible51 tendency to slumber52, Dan was too well aware that death stared him in the face to succumb53 to the feeling without a struggle. He therefore made a mighty54 effort of will; sat up; undid55 the soaking bandage, and proceeded to extemporise a sort of tourniquet56 with it and a short piece of stick.
The contrivance, rude as it was, proved effectual, for it stopped the bleeding, but Dan could not help feeling that he had already lost so much blood that he was reduced almost to the last stage of exhaustion, and that another hour or two would probably see the close of his earthly career. Nothing, perhaps, could have impressed this truth upon him so forcibly as his inability to shout when he tried to do so.
In the faint hope that Fergus might be within call, he raised his voice with the full knowledge that he ran the risk of attracting a foe instead of a comrade. The sound that complied with the impulse of his will would have made him laugh if he had not felt an amazing and unaccountable disposition57 to cry. Up to that period of his life—almost from his earliest babyhood—Dan Davidson’s capacious chest had always contained the machinery58, and the power, to make the nursery or the welkin ring with almost unparalleled violence. Now, the chest, though still capacious, and still full of the machinery, seemed to have totally lost the power, for the intended shout came forth in a gasp59 and ended in a sigh.
It was much the same when he essayed to rise. His legs almost refused to support him; everything appeared to swim before his eyes, and he sank down again listlessly on the ground. For the first time, perhaps, in his life, the strong man had the conviction effectually carried home to him that he was mortal, and could become helpless. The advantage of early training by a godly mother became apparent in this hour of weakness, for his first impulse was to pray for help, and the resulting effect—whether men choose to call it natural or supernatural—was at least partial relief from anxiety, and that degree of comfort which almost invariably arises from a state of resignation.
After a brief rest, the power of active thought revived a little, and Dan, again raising himself on one elbow, tried to rouse himself to the necessity of immediate11 action of some sort if his life was to be saved.
The spot on which he had lain, or rather fallen down, on the preceding night happened to be the fringe of the forest where it bordered on an extensive plain or stretch of prairie land. It was surrounded by a dense60 growth of trees and bushes, except on the side next the plain, where an opening permitted of an extensive view over the undulating country. No better spot could have been chosen, even in broad daylight, for an encampment, than had been thus fallen upon by the hunter in the darkness of night.
But the poor man felt at once that this advantage could be of no avail to him, for in the haste of landing he had thought only of his gun, and had left his axe61, with the bag containing materials for making fire, in the canoe. Fortunately he had not divested62 himself of his powder-horn or shot-pouch, so he was not without the means of procuring63 food, but of what use could these be, he reflected, if he had not strength to use them?
Once again, in the energy of determination, he rose up and shouldered his gun with the intention of making his way across the plain, in the hope that he might at all events reach the wigwam of some wandering Indian, but he trembled so from excessive weakness that he was obliged to give up the attempt, and again sank down with feelings akin30 to despair.
To add to his distress64, hunger now assailed65 him so violently that he would have roasted and eaten his moccasins—as many a starving man had done before him, though without much benefit—but even this resource was denied him for the want of fire, and raw moccasin was not only indigestible but uneatable!
Still, as it seemed his only hope, he gathered a few dry twigs66 and sticks together, drew the charge from his gun and sought to kindle67 some mossy lichen68 into flame by flashing the priming in the pan of the lock. Recent rains had damped everything, however, and his attempts proved abortive69. Fortunately the weather was warm, so that he did not suffer from cold.
While he was yet labouring assiduously to accomplish his purpose, the whir of wings was heard overhead. Glancing quickly up, he perceived that a small flock of willow-grouse70 had settled on the bushes close to him. He was not surprised, though very thankful, for these birds were numerous enough and he had heard them flying about from time to time, but that they should settle down so near was exceedingly opportune71 and unexpected.
With eager haste and caution he rammed72 home the charge he had so recently withdrawn—keeping his eyes fixed73 longingly74 on the game all the time. That the birds saw him was obvious, for they kept turning their heads from side to side and looking down at him with curiosity. By good fortune grouse of this kind are sometimes very stupid as well as tame. They did not take alarm at Dan’s motions, but craned their necks and seemed to eye him with considerable curiosity. Even when he tried to take aim at them their general aspect suggested that they were asking, mentally, “What next?”
But Dan found that he could not aim. The point of the gun wavered around as it might have done in the hands of a child.
With a short—almost contemptuous—laugh at his ridiculous incapacity, Dan lowered the gun.
Stupid as they were, the laugh was too much for the birds. They spread their wings.
“Now or never!” exclaimed Dan aloud. He pointed75 his gun straight at the flock; took no aim, and fired!
The result was that a plump specimen76 dropped almost at his feet. If he had been able to cheer he would have done so. But he was not, so he thanked God, fervently77, instead.
Again the poor man essayed to kindle a fire, but in trying to do this with gunpowder78 he made the startling discovery that he had only one more charge in his powder-horn. He therefore re-loaded his gun, wiped out the pan and primed with care, feeling that this might be the last thing that would stand between him and starvation. It might have stood between him and something worse—but of that, more hereafter.
Starving men are not particular. That day Dan did what he would have believed to have been, in him, an impossibility—he drank the blood of the bird and ate its flesh raw!
“After all,” thought he, while engaged in this half-cannibalistic deed, “what’s the difference between raw grouse and raw oyster79?”
It is but right to add that he did not philosophise much on the subject. Having consumed his meal, he lay down beside his gun and slept the sleep of the weary.
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highlander
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