THE “Maison Bondie” consisted of two square buildings of the blockhouse type, set thirty or forty feet apart and connected by a single roof that turned the intervening space into a commodious1 shed, beneath which was a well and a rack with half a dozen basins that plainly comprised the toilet arrangements of the hotel. Both buildings were built of logs, roughly squared and strongly notched2 together at the corners. The doorways3, which opened on the covered space, were small, and the doors themselves were massive. The windows were few and were provided with stout4 inside shutters5 that could be swung into place and fastened at a moment’s notice. Loopholes were so placed as to command all sides of the building. The place looked as if built to withstand an attack, and, in fact, had withstood more than one in its ten-years’ history.
Back of the buildings were half a dozen wagons7, each fronted by a pair of horses or mules8, which were contentedly9 munching10 corn from the heavy troughs that had been removed from the rear and placed athwart the tongue of the wagon6.
Yielding to Madame Fantine’s insistence11 the newcomers turned toward the entrance to the hotel.[157] But before he had taken a dozen steps Major Stickney halted. “Hold on!” he exclaimed. “I’ve got to go in a minute. I’ll be back tonight, Mr. Telfair—but I want to know something before I go. Tell me, Peter, and you too, Madame Fantine, did you not come from France to Gallipolis in 1790?”
The Bondies stopped short. Madame Fantine’s startled eyes sprang to Alagwa’s face, then dropped away. “But yes, Monsieur,” she cried. “But yes! Ah! It was dreadful. The company have defraud13 us. They have promised us the rich lands and the pleasant climate and the fine country and the game most abundant. And when we come we find it is all covered with the great forests. There is no land to grow the crops until we cut away the trees. Figure to yourself, messieurs, was it not the wicked thing to bring from Paris to such a spot men who know not to cut trees?”
Stickney nodded. “It was pretty bad,” he admitted. “There’s no doubt about that, though the company wasn’t altogether to blame, I believe. But what I wanted to ask was whether a gentleman, M. Delaroche Telfair, was on your ship.”
“M. Delaroche! You know M. Delaroche?” Madame Fantine’s eyes grew big and the color faded from her cheeks. “But yes, monsieur, he was on the ship. And he was with us before. We knew him well. Is it not so, Pierre?”
Peter Bondie nodded. “All the life we have[158] known M. Delaroche,” he said. “We were born on the estate of his father, the old count. Later we have come with him to America. Ah! But he was the great man! When he married Mademoiselle Delawar at Marietta, Fantine go to her as maid. Later she nurse la bebée. And then Madame Telfair die, and M. Delaroche is all, what you call, broke up. He take la bebée and he go away into the woods and I see him never again. But I hear that he is dead and that la bebée grows up with the Indians.”
“She did!” Major Stickney struck in. “She was with them till the other day. Now she has disappeared. I thought, perhaps, you might know something of her. Mr. Telfair here has come to Ohio to find her.”
The French woman’s beady eyes jumped to Jack14’s face. “This monsieur!” she gasped15. “Is he of the family Telfair?”
“Yes, of the American branch. His people have lived in Alabama for a hundred years!”
Stickney nodded impatiently. “Yes! Of course,” he reiterated17. “The old Count Telfair is dead and his estates all belong to the daughter of M. Delaroche. The title descends18 to the English branch, to Mr. Brito Telfair——”
“M. Brito!” Fantine and Pierre looked at each[159] other. “Ah! that is what bring him to Canada,” they cried, together.
“You knew that he was in Canada?” It was Jack who asked the question.
Fantine answered. “But, yes, monsieur,” she said. “We have friends at Malden that send us word. I know not then why he come, but now it is very clear. He want to marry the Lady Estelle and get her property to pay his debts. Ah! Le scelerat!”
“You seem to know him?” Jack was curious.
“Non, monsieur. I know him not. But I know of him. And I know his house. M. Delaroche has hated it always.”
“He warned Tecumseh against him before he died, and when Brito turned up and asked for Miss Estelle, as he did two or three months ago, Tecumseh put him off and sent a messenger to me asking me to come and take charge of her. I am a member of the Panther clan19 of the Shawnees, you know; Tecumseh’s mother raised me up a member when I was a boy, ten years ago. Perhaps it was because of Delaroche that she did so. I came on at once but when I got to Girty’s Town I found that the girl had disappeared.”
“And you can not find her?” Fantine’s bright eyes were darting20 from Jack’s face to Alagwa’s and back again. “You have search—and you can not find her?”
[160]“Well! I haven’t searched very much!” Jack laughed ruefully. “I haven’t been able.” He went on and told of his adventures with Williams.
Fantine listened in seeming amazement21, with many exclamations22 and shrugs23 of her mighty24 shoulders. When Jack tried to slur25 over his picking up of the boy, as being, to his mind, not pertinent26 to the subject, she broke in and insisted on hearing the tale in full.
Alagwa listened with swimming brain. She was sure, sure, that this fiendishly clever French woman had penetrated27 her sex at a glance and that she had almost as swiftly guessed her identity with the missing girl. Exposure stared her in the face. Her plans rocked and crashed about her.
In the last three days Alagwa had come to think her disguise perfect and had built on it in many ways. By it she had hoped to carry out her pledge to Tecumseh. With her detection her mission must fail or, at least, be sharply circumscribed28. She had known Jack for three days only, but she was very sure that, once he knew who she was, he would insist on taking her south with him to Alabama. She could not serve Tecumseh in Alabama. Moreover—her heart fluttered at the thought—Jack would no longer treat her with the same frank, free comradeship that had grown so dear to her. She did not know how he would treat her, but she was sure it[161] would be different. And she did not want it to be different.
Desperately29 she sought for some way to ward12 off the threatened disclosure. The French woman seemed in no haste to speak; perhaps she might be induced to be silent. Alagwa remembered the roll of gold coins that Tecumseh had given her. Perhaps——
Suddenly she remembered that this woman had been her nurse when she was small. For the moment she had failed to realize this fact or to guess what it might mean. Now, that she did so, hope sprang up in her heart. If Fantine kept silence till she could speak to her alone she would throw herself on her mercy, tell her all that she had not already guessed, and beg for silence. Surely her old nurse might grant her that much. She did not know, she could not know, that her wishes would be law to one like Fantine, born on the estates of the great house from which she was descended30.
Jack’s tale drew to a close. “That’s all, I reckon,” he ended. “Can you suggest anything, madame?”
Fantine’s lips twitched31. Again she looked at Alagwa and then met Jack’s eyes squarely. “Non, Monsieur! I can suggest nothing, me!” she assented32, deliberately33. “But, monsieur, I make you very welcome to the house of Bondie. Is this”—she jerked her head toward Alagwa—“is this the boy you have rescue?” Her eyes bored into his.
[162]Jack grinned. He was beginning to like the big French woman immensely. “I wouldn’t call it rescue, exactly,” he said. “But this is the boy.”
“Ah! la, la,” the French woman burst out. “Le pauvre garcon! But he is tired, yes, one can see that, and I am the big fool that I keep him and you standing34. Ah, la, la, but we all are of blindness. Ah! yes but of a blindness. Entrez, entrez, messieurs! Peter will show the black monsieur where to put the horses. Entrez!”
Jack turned obediently toward the entrance, but Stickney halted. Plainly he was disappointed at Fantine’s lack of information. “Well! I’m off,” he declared. “I’ll be back later to go over things with you, Mr. Telfair.”
He strode away, and Jack and Alagwa followed Madame Fantine beneath the shed. Cato and Peter led the horses away.
The smaller of the two buildings evidently served as a store. No white men were visible about its entrance, but through the open door the newcomers could see an Indian woman behind the counter and a dozen blanketed Indians patiently waiting their turn to trade. At the door of the larger building, several white men were sitting, and inside, in the great bar room, Jack could see a dozen more eating at a table made of roughly-hewn planks35 set on homemade trestles.
Close to the door Madame Fantine paused. “You[163] will want to wash, yes?” she questioned, waving her hands toward the basins.
Jack nodded. “Glad to!” he declared.
“It is all yours, monsieur. It is not what you are accustomed to, but on the frontier—What would you, monsieur? For the table—ah! but, messieurs, there you shall live well. I go to prepare for you the dishes of la belle36 France.”
She turned away, then stopped. “Ah! But I forget!” she exclaimed. “Le pauvre garcon has the fatigue37, yes,” she turned to Alagwa. “Come with me, jeune monsieur,” she said; “and you shall rest. Oh! but it is that you remind me of my own son, he who has gone to the blessed angels. Come!” Without waiting for comment the big French woman threw her arm around Alagwa’s shoulders and hurried her into the house, past the eating men, who regarded her not at all, and on into another room.
There she turned on the girl, holding out her arms. “Ah! Ma petite fille!” she cried. “Think you Fantine did not know you when you looked at her out of the face of that dear, dead Monsieur Delaroche. Have I hold you in my arms when you were the one small bebée to forget you now. Ah! non! non! non! Ah! But the men are of a blindness. The wise young man he search, search, and not know he have found already.”
Alagwa’s heart melted. Suddenly she realized the strain under which she had been for the last[164] four days. With a sob38 of relief she slipped into the French woman’s arms and wept her heart out on the latter’s motherly bosom39.
The latter soothed40 her gently. “There! There! Pauvre bebée,” she murmured. “Fear not! All will be right. But what has happened that you are thus?” She glanced at the girl’s masculine attire41. “Ah! But it must be the great tale. Tell Fantine about it. Tell your old nurse, who adores you!”
Between sobs42 Alagwa obeyed, pouring out the tale of all that had befallen her since the day when Captain Brito had sought her out. She held back only the real object with which she had come into the American lines. “Tecumseh sent me to find the young white chief from the far south,” she ended.
“But, ma cherie,” the French woman interrupted. “Have you not found him? Why do you not tell him who you are?”
The girl shook her head in panic. “Oh! No! No!” she cried. “He must not know.”
“But why not?”
“Because—because”—Alagwa cast about desperately for an excuse. “He would be ashamed of me,” she said. “I am so different from the women he has known.”
Fantine’s eyes twinkled. Emphatically she nodded. “Different? Yes, truly, you are different,” she cried, scanning the dark, oval face, the scarlet[165] lips, the rich hair that tangled43 about the broad brow. “Ah! But yes, of a truth you are different! In a few months you will be very different. But, monsieur the wise young man will not complain.”
Alagwa’s eyes widened. “You—you think I will be pretty like—like the white women he has known?” she asked, shyly.
“Pretty! Mother of God! She asks whether she will be pretty? Ah! Rascal44 that you are; to jest with your old nurse so. But—but it is not proper that you should be clothed thus—” again Fantine glanced rebukingly45 at the girl’s nether46 limbs—“or that you should travel alone with a young man. That becomes not a demoiselle of France.”
The terror in the girl’s eyes came back. “But I must,” she cried. “Please—please——”
“But why?”
A deep red stained the girl’s cheeks. “Oh,” she cried. “I must know why he seeks me. The Captain Brito want to marry me for what has come to me. This one—this one—Is he, too, base? Does he, too, seek me because I have great possessions? If he finds out who I am I shall never learn. If he does not find out——”
The French woman chuckled47. “And the wise young man does not guess that you are a woman!” she cried, holding up her hands. “Ah! Quelle bétise. Eh! bien, I see well it is too late to talk of[166] chaperones now. Have no fear, ma petite! I will not tell him. He seems a good young man—as men go. I read it in his eyes. But truly he is a great fool.”
But at this the girl grew suddenly angry. “He is no fool,” she cried. “He is——”
“All men are fools,” quoth the French woman, sagely48. “You will find it so in time. Go your way, cherie! Fantine Loire will not betray you. And, remember, her house is ever open to you. Come back to her when you will. Tonight you will sleep here, in this room of my own son, now with the blessed saints. And now—Mother of God! I must fly or M. Jack will be mad with the hunger. And, cherie, remember this! Men are not well to deal with when they are hungry. Feed them, ma cherie! Feed them!” She rushed away, leaving Alagwa alone.
How the girl got through dinner she never knew. After it, when Major Stickney returned, bringing Captain Wells, a tall, grave man, she pleaded fatigue and left him and Jack to talk with each other and with the men in the hotel, while she slipped away to the room that Madame Fantine had prepared for her. Till late that night she and the kindly49 French woman sat up and talked.
Even when left alone the girl did not sleep. Her duty to Tecumseh lay heavy on her soul. She must send him the information in her possession or she[167] must confess herself a coward and a traitor50 to her people.
Yet she shrank from it. Not for the sake of the men in the fort! She hated them all, she told herself. Gladly would she slay51 them all. And not for the sake of the Bondies. She had learned enough that night to feel sure that they would be safe from any Indian attack. No! Her hesitation52 came from another cause.
What would Jack say when he knew that she was a spy? Insistently53 the question drummed into her ears. What would he say? What would he do? She pressed her fingers to her hot eyeballs, but the pressure did not dim the vision of his eyes, stricken blank with anger and with shame.
And yet she must send Tecumseh word. She must! She had promised to keep the faith, to do her duty regardless of consequences to herself. She had visioned death as her punishment and had been ready to face it. She had not visioned the torture of Jack’s hurt eyes. For a moment they seemed to her harder to face than the stake and the flame. But should she stop for this—stop because the penalty was heavier than she had thought? Never.
One crumb54 of comfort came to her. One thing at least she could do; one small recompense she could exact. She could demand Jack’s safety. She could send a message to Tecumseh that would make the lad’s comings and goings safe. She knew he[168] would hate her for it. But he would hate her anyway. She would not stop for that. She would make him safe. And when it was all over and he knew, she would die as an Indian maid should die.
Noiselessly—as noiselessly as she had moved through the forests—Alagwa rose from her bed and slipped to the door. Inch by inch she opened it and looked out. The house was black and silent; its inmates55 slept. Slowly she crept to the entrance to the big bar room. The night was hot and the windows and the door stood wide open, letting in a faint glimmer57 from moon and stars. In its light the sleeping forms of men on the floor loomed58 black. Side by side they lay, so close together that Alagwa could see no clear passageway between them. Suppose they waked as she tried to pass!
It did not occur to her that her going out would surprise no one—that no one would dream of questioning her. Her conscience made a coward of her and made her think that to be seen was to be suspected. Desperately she caught her breath and looked about her, seeking Jack’s form, but failing to find it. He was indistinguishable among the blanket-wrapped forms.
Long she stood at the door, peering into the room, her heart hammering in unsteady rhythm. At last she stepped forward gingerly, threading her way, inch by inch, catching59 her breath as some sleeper60 stirred uneasily, expecting every moment[169] to hear the ringing out of a fierce challenge. Foot by foot she pressed onward61 till the door was at her hand. Through it she stepped out beneath the midnight sky.
The night was very still. High overhead the slim crescent of the moon peered through swift-flying clouds. Round about, the great stars, scarcely dimmed, flared62 like far-off candles. The broad shallow river ran away to the east, a silver whiplash laid across the darkened prairie. Beyond, the huddle63 of huts that marked the Indian village stood out against the horizon. To the left, nearer at hand, rose the black quadrilateral of the fort.
All around rose the voices of the night. A screech64 owl56 hooted65 from a near-by tree. A fox barked in the long grass. Nearer at hand restless horses and mules stamped at their fastenings. Over all rose the bellow66 of bullfrogs, the lapping of the river against its banks, and the ceaseless, strident calls of the crickets.
Once more Alagwa’s hot eyes sought the fort. Within it were the men of the race she hated—the men who had derided67 and had threatened the young white chief. There, too, the murderer of Wilwiloway slept safe and snug68, pardoned—yes, even commended—for his crime. And should she withhold69 her hand? Never! She would take revenge upon them all.
Swiftly she slipped through the grass to the[170] shadow of a near-by tree. Then, raising her head, she gave the soft cry of the whip-poor-will.
Long she waited, but no answer came. Again she called and yet again, till at last an answering call came softly to her ears. A moment more and the form of the runner shaped itself out of the night.
Eagerly she leaned forward. “Bear word to the great chief,” she said, in the Shawnee tongue, “that the fort here is almost without ammunition70. Let the great chief come quickly and it will fall into his hands like a ripe persimmon. But let him have a care for the lives of the agent, Major Stickney, and for those of Peter Bondie and his family. They are the friends of Alagwa.”
The runner nodded. “Alagwa need not fear,” he promised. “They are also the friends of the Indian. Is there more to be said.”
“Yes!” Alagwa nodded. “Tell the great chief that I have found the young white chief from the south, and that through him I hope to learn many things that, without him, I could not learn. Say to him that Alagwa demands that he give warning to all his warriors71 not to touch the white chief. For on him Alagwa’s success depends. I have spoken. Go.”
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