In spite of the reconnoissance just made, both felt some uneasiness over their own situation. They were confident that no one further away than two or three rods would observe the fire, but the possibility remained that some enemy might pass within that space, brief as it was. Their experience since leaving Greville taught them that a large number of Winnebagos were in the wilderness2, and, as Terry remarked, the nearer they approached camp, the more plentiful3 did they seem to become.
It was this feeling which caused them to let the fire sink to half its first size and led them to keep far back within the circle of light thrown into the surrounding gloom. They talked in low voices, often listening and looking around, and were in any thing but a comfortable frame of mind. The feeling with them was that if any enemy should happen to be lurking4 in the vicinity, every possible advantage would be on his side.
"I feel, Terry, as though all this is wasted time. I know it is more than likely that the Winnebagos are doing the same as we, that is, nothing at all; but that makes me more anxious to push on."
"I've an idaa," remarked the Irish lad, who was stretched out in a lazy posture5, with his cap in hand, while, as was his custom, he scratched his pate6 with the other; "I'm thinkin' why couldn't we aich take a torch in hand and walk along over the path with the same?"
Fred was half inclined to try the experiment, but fear prevented. They had learned that the Winnebagos were not only in the rear but in front. No more conspicuous7 target can be given than that of a person carrying a lighted torch: it was the same as when a man with a candle in his hand starts out to explore his house for burglars. So that plan was not adopted.
Terry was about to speak to his companion, when the latter saw him start, and, rising quickly to the sitting position, stare at a point beyond Fred. He had seen something that terrified him.
With his big round eyes still fixed9 on the gloom behind young Linden, Terry stealthily reached for his gun, which lay on the leaves close by, and softly drew back the flint. Fred, as may be supposed, was alarmed, and starting half to his feet, glanced nervously10 around.
He saw nothing.
"What's the matter?" he asked in an undertone, as he also laid his hand upon his weapon.
"Whin I was lookin' at ye," said Terry in a husky whisper, "I obsarved one of the spalpeens standin' right behind ye and close enough to touch ye with his hand. Before I could spake, he slipped out of sight like a shadder."
Fred did not ask his companion whether he was sure of what he said, for he knew he was not mistaken.
"That shows we shouldn't have started the fire; it has caught the eye of some of the Indians, who will be here in a few minutes; let's slip back in the darkness and get as far off as we can; it don't make much difference what course we take, but it will never do to stay here."
Fred Linden had no more than completed his guarded remark, when he too caught sight of a warrior11 standing12 on the very edge of the circle of light and looking straight at him. The view of the dusky intruder was faint but unmistakable.
The outlines and figure received enough of the firelight to cause him to look like a dim painting against a dark background. He was holding a rifle in one hand and appeared to be368 contemplating13 the lads, as if seeking to learn their identity before he advanced or performed some action.
"Sh! don't stir," whispered Fred, softly raising the hammer of his gun, "I see him,—I'll drop him!"
With the utmost caution he brought the gun around in front until it was almost to his breast. Then as quickly as he could he raised it to his shoulder and aimed at the daring redskin.
But the latter was invisible, he had vanished like the picture on the slide of a magic lantern.
As you may suppose, the boys began to feel queer. There was something so peculiar14 about this business that, as Terry expressed it, he was "crawly all over." What they might have done can only be guessed, for before they could move away from the fire, Deerfoot the Shawanoe, who had been having a little amusement at their expense, advanced from the gloom and addressed them.
"The heart of Deerfoot is glad when he sees his brothers do not sleep; he has watched them, but their eyes are open."
"Wal, be the powers!" muttered Terry Clark, hastily rising to his feet, as did Fred; "the spalpeen that plays that trick on me has got to fight it out."
And he began taking off his coat and spitting on his hands, to show that the matter could only be settled by a bout8 at fisticuffs. Deerfoot had extended his hand to Fred and he smiled at the combative15 Irish lad, who put up his fists and began dancing about him in the most belligerent16 fashion.
"Give him a trial," whispered Fred, with a laugh.
"Deerfoot loves his brothers; he can not hurt them."
"If ye can git the bist of mesilf," said Terry, who was still sawing the air and hopping17 about as though the ground had become hot; "I'll think more of ye than iver before, bein' that I think more of ye now than I ever can, and I defy ye to sit your gun aside and git the bist of me in any way."
"Go for him," urged Fred, knowing that the Irish boy, strong and active as he was, had no chance with the Shawanoe; "he thinks he is370 your master when you don't use your weapons. If you will give him a lesson, it will do him good."
"Deerfoot will try to be a teacher to my brother," said the Shawanoe gravely, handing his gun to Fred, and following with his knife and tomahawk, that he might have no weapons except such as nature gave him. Then he threw some wood on the fire, so that the space immediately surrounding them was as light as noonday. Finally, every thing being ready, he proceeded to "go for" Mr. Terence Clark in a truly aboriginal18 fashion.
Now, it must be borne in mind that, though there was and could not be the least ill feeling between the youths, yet each was resolutely19 resolved to overcome the other in the most emphatic20 manner at his command. Terry did not mean to batter21 the handsome face of his dusky friend, but to tap it so smartly that he would feel it. The naturally combative lad was an adept22 with his fists, and he meant to strike Deerfoot often enough to convince him of his inferiority. Then he would rush in, seize the young warrior and throw him to the ground, repeating it several times, until his antagonist23 cried, "Hold! Enough!" Fred Linden was to play the part of referee24, and decide which was the better man. Thus you see the match bore some similarity to those of the present day, in which the victor is declared to be the one who in a certain number of rounds gains the advantage of the other.
"As I am to be the boss of this business," sald Fred, with the keenest zest25, "let me explain the terms: Each one is to strike the other as often as he can, the blows to be sharp enough to be felt pretty plainly, but not enough to cause any injury. I will let this go on until one of you has enough, or until I am satisfied of the superiority of one over the other. After that you are to have a wrestling match. When I call for you to stop, you must do so, no matter how anxious you may be to go on. Is that understood?"
"The terms are agraaable to mesilf," said Terry; "it is sittled that there's to be no bettin' on the match."
"I have no objection to your betting if you wish, but inasmuch as you haven't a cent and372 Deerfoot never did such a thing as bet in all his life, I don't think there will be any trouble about holding the stakes."
"There ain't to be any foul26 blows in this," added Terry, who showed that he knew more than most of his friends about the "Irish champions" and the cause that made them champions of England and Ireland.
"What do you mean by foul blows?" asked the puzzled Fred.
"Hits below the belt. What I wished to observe, howiver, is that we ain't to re-cog-nize such things as foul blows in this fight for the championship of Louisiana. Aich one is to git the bist of the ither in the bist way he can. The rule, Deerfut, is for such pugilists to shake hands before beginnin' to try to knock aich ither out."
And Terry extended his hand, which the young warrior gravely shook, for, as you can well understand, this was something to which he was altogether unaccustomed. He knew, however, the nature of the contest between himself and his doughty27 Irish friend, and he entered into it with the calm confidence with which he would have engaged Tecumseh himself in a fight to the death with knives.
Deerfoot did not put up his hands after the manner of a pugilist, nor did he even close them, but fixing his eyes on those of Terry (just as he always did in his deadly fights with his antagonists), he began softly circling about him, like a cat searching for a chance to leap upon his prey28.
This did not disconcert Terry, whose pose would have been pronounced excellent by any one competent to judge. The left arm and foot were advanced, the right fist being held across and just in front of the breast, ready to take advantage of the first opening that presented itself.
As Deerfoot circled around Terry, the latter moved around him, each on the alert for a chance.
"Moind yer eye," Terry was kind enough to say; "it's a pity to sp'il such a handsome face, but a sinse of dooty will not allow me to thrifle, and so here goes!"
With that he made a creditable lunge with his left, instantly following it with his right374 hand, and leaping back to avoid a counter. He did not strike Deerfoot nor did he receive a blow in return.
"Ye are quick on yer faat and very good at dodgin', but it is an obligation ye owe to yersilf and to Ameri-ca to show whither thim foin purty hands can hit——"
Rap, whack29, spat30! The Shawanoe smote31 one cheek of Terry, then the other, and then his mouth, the blows being so quick that they seemed to be simultaneous. At the moment they were delivered, the Irish lad could not see that the young warrior had stirred. He appeared to be moving in his cat-like way around him, but beyond reach of Terry's own tough fists. Seeing that he must force matters, he made a furious rush for his antagonist.
You must not set down Terry Clark as an awkward fellow who went into the contest without any skill. His father in his younger days was one of the best fighters in the north of Ireland, and he had taught considerable of his science to his only son, who gave an exhibition of what he could do when he smote the Winnebago that was swinging the cow-bell. There was not a lad anywhere near his years in Greville whom he could not master.
Deerfoot knew nothing of the modern rules of self-defense. His superiority lay in his unequaled dexterity32 and quickness. It was that, as you will recall, which enabled him to win so many victories over foes33 who were his superior in every other respect.
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