I had hobbled my horses—a string of six—in a valley some distance from the camp and directly on the trail, where Little Fellow was awaiting me. Returning from a look at their condition one evening, I heard a band of hunters had come from the Upper Missouri. I was sitting with a group of men squatted18 before my fatherly Indian's lodge4, when somebody walked up behind us and gave a long, low whistle.
"Mon Dieu! Mine frien', the enemy! Sacredie! 'Tis he! Thou cock-brained idiot! Ho—ho! Alone among the Sioux!" came the astonished, half-breathless exclamation19 of Louis Laplante, mixing his English and French as he was wont20, when off guard.
Need I say the voice brought me to my feet at one leap? Well I remembered how I had left him lying with a snarl21 between his teeth in the doorway22 of Fort Douglas! Now was his chance to score off that grudge23! I should not have been surprised if he had paid me with a stab in the back.
"What for—come you—here?" he slowly demanded, facing me with a revengeful gleam in his eyes. His English was still mixed. There was none of the usual light and airy impudence24 of his manner.
"You know very well, Louis," I returned without quailing25. "Who should know better than you? For the sake of the old days, Louis, help[Pg 268] to undo26 the wrong you allowed? Help me and before Heaven you shall command your own price. Set her free! Afterwards torture me to the death and take your full pleasure!"
"I'll have it, anyway," retorted Louis with a hard, dry, mirthless laugh. "Know they—what for—you come?" He pointed27 to the Indians, who understood not a word of our talk; and we walked a pace off from the lodges.
"See those stones?" There was a pile of rock on the edge of the ravine.
"I do. What of them?"
"All of your Indian—left after the dogs—it lie there!" His eye questioned mine; but there was not a vestige29 of fear in me towards that boaster. This, I set down not vauntingly, but fully7 realizing what I owe to Heaven.
"Poor fellow," said I. "That was cruel work."
"Your other man—he fool them——"
"All the better," I interrupted.
"They not be cheated once more again! No—no—mine frien'! To come here, alone! Ha—ha! Stupid Anglo-Saxon ox!"
"Don't waste your breath, Louis," I quietly remarked. "Your names have no more terror for me now than at Laval! However big a knave30 you are, Louis, you're not a fool. Why don't you make something out of this? I can reward you. Hold me, if you like! Scalp me and skin me and put me under a stone-pile for revenge! Will it[Pg 269] make your revenge any sweeter to torture a helpless, white woman?"
Louis winced32. 'Twas the first sign of goodness I had seen in the knave, and I credited it wholly to his French ancestors.
"I never torture white woman," he vehemently33 declared, with a sudden flare-up of his proud temper. "The son of a seigneur——"
"Don't harp35 on that!" said Louis with a scornful laugh—a laugh that is ever the refuge of the cornered liar36. "You pay me back by stealing despatches."
"Don't harp on that, Louis!" and I returned his insolence37 in full measure. "I didn't steal your despatches, though I know the thief. And you paid me back by almost trapping me at Fort Douglas."
"But I didn't succeed," exclaimed Laplante. "Mon Dieu! If I had only known you were a spy!"
"I wasn't. I came to see Hamilton."
"And you pay me back as if I had succeed," continued Louis, "by kicking me—me—the son of a seigneur—kicking me in the stomach like a pig, which is no fit treatment for a gentleman!"
"And you paid me back by sticking your knife in my boot——"
"And didn't succeed," broke in Louis regretfully.
At that, we both laughed in spite of ourselves,[Pg 270] laughed as comrades. And the laugh brought back memories of old Laval days, when we used to thrash each other in the schoolyard, but always united in defensive38 league, when we were disciplined inside the class-room.
"See here, old crony," I cried, taking quick advantage of his sudden softening39 and again playing suppliant40 to my adversary41. "I own up! You owe me two scores, one for the despatches I saw taken from you, one for knocking you down in Fort Douglas; for your knife broke and did not cut me a whit31. Pay those scores with compound interest, if you like, the way you used to pummel me black and blue at Laval; but help me now as we used to help each other out of scrapes at school! Afterwards, do as you wish! I give you full leave. As the son of a seigneur, as a gentleman, Louis, help me to free the woman!"
"Pah!" cried Louis with mingled42 contempt and surrender. "I not punish you here with two thousand against one! Louis Laplante is a gentleman—even to his enemy!"
"No—no—thanks much," and Laplante drew himself up proudly, "not till I pay you well, richly,—generous always to mine enemy!"
"Very good! Pay when and where you will."
"Pay how I like," snapped Louis.
With that strange contract, his embarrassment seemed to vanish and his English came back fluently.[Pg 271]
"You'd better leave before the warriors return," he said. "They come home to-morrow!"
"Is Diable among them?"
"No."
"Is Diable here?"
"No." His face clouded as I questioned.
"Do you know where he is?"
"No."
"Will he be back?"
"Dammie! How do I know? He will if he wants to! I don't tell tales on a man who saved my life."
His answer set me to wondering if Diable had seen me hold back the trader's murderous hand, when Louis lay drunk, and if the Frenchman's knowledge of that incident explained his strange generosity44 now.
"I'll stay here in spite of all the Sioux warriors on earth, till I find out about that knave of an Indian and his captives," I vowed45.
Louis looked at me queerly and gave another whistle.
"You always were a pig-head," said he. "I can keep them from harming you; but remember, I pay you back in your own coin. And look out for the daughter of L'Aigle, curse her! She is the only thing I ever fear! Keep you in my tent! If Le Grand Diable see you——" and Louis touched his knife-handle significantly.
"Then Diable is here!"
"I not say so," but he flushed at the slip of his[Pg 272] tongue and moved quickly towards what appeared to be his quarters.
"Dolt47!" said Louis. "Why else do I hide you in my tent? But remember I pay you back in your own coin afterwards! Ha! There they come!"
A shout of returning hunters arose from the ravine, at which Louis bounded for the tent on a run, dashing inside breathlessly, I following close behind.
"Stay you here, inside, mind! Mon Dieu! If you but show your face; 'tis two white men under one stone-pile! Louis Laplante is a fool—dammie—a fool—to help you, his enemy, or any other man at his own risk."
With these enigmatical words, the Frenchman hurried out, fastening the tent flap after him and leaving me to reflect on the wild impulses of his wayward nature. Was his strange, unwilling48 generosity the result of animosity to the big squaw, who seemed to exercise some subtle and commanding influence over him; or of gratitude to me? Was the noble blood that coursed in his veins49, directing him in spite of his degenerate50 tendencies; or had the man's heart been touched by the sight of a white woman's suffering? If his alarm at the sound of returning hunters had not been so palpably genuine—for he turned pale to the lips—I might have suspected treachery. But there was no mistaking the motive51 of fear[Pg 273] that hurried him to the tent; and with Le Grand Diable among the hunters, Louis might well fear to be seen in my company. There was a hubbub52 of trappers returning to the lodges. I heard horses turned free and tent-poles clattering53 to the ground; but Laplante did not come back till it was late and the Indians had separated for the night.
"I can take you to her!" he whispered, his voice thrilling with suppressed emotion. "Le Grand Diable and the squaw have gone to the valley to set snares54! And when I whistle, come out quickly! Mon Dieu! If you're caught, both our scalps go! Dammie! Louis is a fool. I take you to her; but I pay you back all the same!"
"Stupid dolt!" snarled56 Louis. "Follow me! Keep your ears open for my whistle—one—they return—two—come you out of the tent—three, we are caught, save yourself!"
I followed the Frenchman in silence. It was a hazy57 summer night with just enough light from the sickle58 moon for us to pick our way past the lodges to a large newly-erected wigwam with a small white tent behind.
"This way," whispered Louis, leading through the first to an opening hidden by a hanging robe. Raising the skin, he shoved me forward and hastened out to keep guard.
The figure of a woman with a child in her arms was silhouetted59 against the white tent wall. She[Pg 274] was sitting on some robes, crooning in a low voice to the child, and was unaware60 of my presence.
"And was my little Eric at the hunt, and did he shoot an arrow all by himself?" she asked, fondling the face that snuggled against her shoulder.
The boy gurgled back a low, happy laugh and lisped some childish reply, which only a mother could translate.
"And he will grow big, big and be a great warrior1 and fight—fight for his poor mother," she whispered, lowering her voice and caressing61 the child's curls.
The little fellow sat up of a sudden facing his mother and struck out squarely with both fists, not uttering a word.
"My brave, brave little Eric! My only one, all that God has left to me!" she sobbed62 hiding her weeping face on the child's neck. "O my God, let me but keep my little one! Thou hast given him to me and I have treasured him as a jewel from Thine own crown! O my God, let me but keep my darling, keep him as Thy gift—and—and—O my God!—Thy—Thy—Thy will be done!"
The words broke in a moan and the child began to cry.
"Hush63, dearie! The birds never cry, nor the beavers64, nor the great, bold eagle! My own little warrior must never cry! All the birds and the beasts and the warriors are asleep! What does Eric say before he goes to sleep?"[Pg 275]
A pair of chubby65 arms were flung about her neck and passionate66, childish kisses pressed her forehead and her cheeks and her lips. Then he slipped to his knees and put his face in her lap.
"God bless my papa—and keep my mamma—and make little Eric brave and good—for Jesus' sake——" the child hesitated.
"Amen," prompted the gentle voice of the mother.
"And keep little Eric for my mamma so she won't cry," added the child, "for Jesus' sake—Amen," and he scrambled67 to his feet.
A low, piercing whistle cut the night air like the flight of an arrow-shaft. It was Louis Laplante's signal that Diable and the squaw were coming back. At the sound, mother and child started up in alarm. Then they saw me standing68 in the open way. A gasp69 of fright came from the white woman's lips. I could tell from her voice that she was all a-tremble, and the little one began to whimper in a smothered70, suppressed way.
I whispered one word—"Miriam!"
"No—no, Miriam, not Eric, but Eric's friend, Rufus Gillespie."
She tottered72 as if I had struck her. I caught her in my arms and helped her to the couch of robes.
Then I took up my station facing the tent entrance;[Pg 276] for I realized the significance of Laplante's warning.
"We have hunted for more than a year for you," I whispered, bending over her, "but the Sioux murdered our messenger and the other you yourself let out of the tent!"
"That—your messenger for me?" she asked in sheer amazement73, proving what I had suspected, that she was kept in ignorance of our efforts.
"I have been here for a week, searching the lodges. My horses are in the valley, and we must dare all in one attempt."
"I have given my word I will not try," she hastily interrupted, beginning to pluck at her red shawl in the frenzied74 way of delirious75 fever patients. "If we are caught, they will torture us, torture the child before my eyes. They treat him well now and leave me alone as long as I do not try to break away. What can you, one man, do against two thousand Sioux?" and she began to weep, choking back the anguished76 sobs77, that shook her slender frame, and picking feverishly78 at the red shawl fringe.
To look at that agonized79 face would have been sacrilege, and in a helpless, nonplussed80 way, I kept gazing at the painful workings of the thin, frail81 fingers. That plucking of the wasted, trembling hands haunts me to this day; and never do I see the fingers of a nervous, sensitive woman working in that delirious, aimless fashion but it sets me wondering to what painful treatment from a brutalized nature she has been subjected, that[Pg 277] her hands take on the tricks of one in the last stages of disease. It may be only the fancy of an old trader; but I dare avow82, if any sympathetic observer takes note of this simple trick of nervous fingers, it will raise the veil on more domestic tragedies and heart-burnings than any father-confessor hears in a year.
"Miriam," said I, in answer to her timid protest, "Eric has risked his life seeking you. Won't you try all for Eric's sake? There'll be little risk! We'll wait for a dark, boisterous83, stormy night, and you will roll out of your tent the way you thrust my Indian out. I'll have my horses ready. I'll creep up behind and whisper through the tent."
"Where is Eric?" she asked, beginning to waver.
"That's my signal! I must go. Quick, Miriam, will you try?"
"I will do what you wish," she answered, so low, I had to kneel to catch the words.
"A stormy night our signal, then," I cried.
Three, sharp, terrified whistles, signifying, "We are caught, save yourself," came from Laplante, and I flung myself on the ground behind Miriam.
"Spread out your arms, Miriam! Quick!" I urged. "Talk to the boy, or we're trapped."
With her shawl spread out full and her elbows[Pg 278] sticking akimbo, she caught the lad in her arms and began dandling him to right, and left, humming some nursery ditty. At the same moment there loomed85 in the tent entrance the great, statuesque figure of the Sioux squaw, whom I had seen in the gorge. I kicked my feet under the canvas wall, while Miriam's swaying shawl completely concealed86 me from the Sioux woman and thus I crawled out backwards87. Then I lay outside the tent and listened, listened with my hand on my pistol, for what might not that monster of fury attempt with the tender, white woman?
"There were words in the tepee," declared the angry tones of the Indian woman. "The pale face was talking! Where is the messenger from the Mandanes?"
At that, the little child set up a bitter crying.
"Cry not, my little warrior! Hush, dearie! 'Twas only a hunter whistling, or the night hawk88, or the raccoon! Hush, little Eric! Warriors never cry! Hush! Hush! Or the great bear will laugh at you and tell his cubs89 he's found a coward!" crooned Miriam, making as though she neither heard, nor saw the squaw; but Eric opened his mouth and roared lustily. And the little lad unconsciously foiled the squaw; for she presently took herself off, evidently thinking the voices had been those of mother and son.
I skirted cautiously around the rear of the lodges to avoid encountering Diable, or his squaw. The form of a man hulked against me in the dark. 'Twas Louis.[Pg 279]
"What are you here for? You don't want to be seen with me," I protested, grateful and alarmed for his foolhardiness in coming to meet me.
"Sacredie! The dogs! They make pretty music at your shins without me," and Louis struck boldly across the open for his tent. "Fool to stay so long!" he muttered. "I no more ever help you once again! Mon Dieu! No! I no promise my scalp too! They found your horses in the valley! They—how you say it?—think for some Mandane is here and fear. They rode back fast on your horses. 'Twas why I whistle for, twice so quick! They ride north in the morning. I go too, with the devil and his wife! I be gone to the devil this many a while! But I must go, or they suspect and knife me. That vampire91! Ha! she would drink my gore92! I no more have nothing to do with you. Before morning, you must do your own do alone! Sacredie! Do not forget, I pay you back yet!"
So he rattled93 on, ever keeping between me and the lodges. By his confused words, I knew he was in great trepidation94.
"Why, there are my horses!" I exclaimed, seeing all six standing before Diable's lodge.
"You do your do before morning! Take one of my saddles!" said Louis.
Sure enough, all my saddles were piled before the Iroquois' wigwam; and there stood my enemy[Pg 280] and the Sioux squaw, talking loudly, pointing to the horses and gesticulating with violence.
"Mon Dieu! Prenez garde! Get you in!" muttered Louis. We were at his tent door, and I was looking back at my horses. "If they see you, all is lost," he warned.
And the warning came just in time. With that animal instinct of nearness, which is neither sight, nor smell, my favorite broncho put forward his ears and whinnied sharply. Both Diable and the squaw noted95 the act and turned; but Louis had knocked me forward face down into the tent.
With an oath, he threw himself on his couch. "Take my saddle," he said. "I steal another. Do your do before morning. I no more have nothing to do with you, till I pay you back all the same!"
And he was presently fast asleep, or pretending to be.
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vampire
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