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If you are not located in the United States, you -will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before -using this eBook. - -Title: Dusky Dick, or, Old Toby Castor's great campaign - Beadle's Pocket Novels No. 98 - -Author: Jos. E. Badger - -Release Date: August 6, 2022 [eBook #68699] - -Language: English - -Produced by: David Edwards, Graeme Mackreth and the Online Distributed - Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (Northern - Illinois University Digital Library) - -*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK DUSKY DICK, OR, OLD TOBY -CASTOR'S GREAT CAMPAIGN *** - - - - DUSKY DICK: - - OR, - - OLD TOBY CASTOR'S GREAT CAMPAIGN - - A STORY OF THE LAST SIOUX OUTBREAK. - - - BY JOS. E. BADGER, Jr., - - AUTHOR OF THE FOLLOWING POCKET NOVELS. - - 59. The Texas Hawks. - 63. The Florida Scout. - - - NEW YORK: - BEADLE AND ADAMS, PUBLISHERS, - 98 WILLIAM STREET. - - - - - Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1872, by - BEADLE AND COMPANY, - In the office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington. - - - - -DUSKY DICK. - - - - -CHAPTER I. - -DUSKY DICK'S PROPOSAL. - - -"Annie, girl, who is that coming up the spring path? Ah me! I fear my -old eyes are beginning to fail me at last!" - -"Coming up the--ugh! father, it is that Dick Morgan!" - -"Dusky Dick--what can he want here, I wonder?" and there was cadence of -mingled uneasiness and dislike perceptible in the old man's tones that -told but too plainly the advancing figure was not that of a welcome or -respected guest. - -The first speaker was an old man, whose head was frosted by the snows -of over half a century and whose form--still athletic and supple--was -beginning to bow beneath the weight of years. An honest, open face was -that of old Edward Wilson; a true index of his heart. - -He was sitting in the doorway of his humble log cabin, smoking the -well-blackened pipe as a dessert to supper, just finished. But as he -spoke the last words, he roused himself up and stood with crossed arms -in the doorway, as though he would fain bar the intruder out, who was -now within a few paces of the building. - -The form of this man was clothed in a rough garb of tanned skin and -woolen stuff, despite the warm weather, and a broad-brimmed slouched -hat rested upon his head, concealing the upper portion of his face from -casual view. A long barreled rifle rested carelessly in the hollow of -his left arm, while the haft of a knife, and a revolver butt peeped -from the belt at his waist. - -"Good evenin', Wilson, and the same to you, Miss Annie," he uttered -in a strong clear voice, as he half paused, and then with a careless -gesture pushed the hat away from his brow. - -The clear mellow light of the full moon shone down upon him, and -fairly revealed his features. A glance at them may not be amiss, as -this worthy is destined to figure somewhat prominently in our narrative. - -At the first glance, a strange peculiarity about him would attract the -gaze, and leave an unpleasant impression upon the mind of the beholder. -And yet it was not that the man was so hideous, in features. - -But there was a strange tint to his entire face and neck that -involuntarily repelled one. And from this had come the _sobriquet_, -known far and wide throughout the western country of DUSKY DICK. - -Indeed, more than one person who was well acquainted with him, would -have been puzzled to have told whether he ever had any other name, or -if this was not the one by which he had been christened, supposing that -ceremony had ever been performed. And Morgan seemed to be rather proud -of the title, than otherwise. - -In some way he had been badly burned by an explosion of powder, and -though no other scars were perceptible, this bluish tinge caused by -the burned powder penetrating the skin, remained clear and distinct. -The dye did not fade as he grew older, but seemed to deepen and show -brighter. - -His features were regular and clear cut; his face was kept smooth -shorn, though the black, Indian-like hair hung far down his shoulders. -There were not a few who secretly asserted that he came by this last -trait fairly, and wondered only that he had not the curved nose and -high cheek-bones as well. - -His black eyes were of a fair size, but dull and sleepy looking, save -when he was angered; then one was strangely reminded of an infuriated -serpent, so wickedly did they flash and scintillate. In form he was -tall, broad-shouldered and well built, being somewhat noted for his -skill in the use of weapons, fleetness of foot and prowess as a -wood-ranger. - -"Good-evening, Dick," coldly uttered the settler in reply, evidently -not caring to encourage the man, as he still stood in the narrow -doorway, without a hint for the other to enter. - -"Heard the news?" added Dusky Dick, as a slight frown crossed his face, -and a smoldering glow lit up his dark eyes. - -"No--I don't know as I have. What is it?" listlessly responded Wilson -as he deliberately crushed up some "natural leaf," and crammed it into -the wide-mouthed pipe-bowl. "Bring me a coal, Annie." - -"'Bout the red-skins. They've got thar backs up at last and thar's -goin' to be the tallest kind of a muss, afore the thing's over," and -there seemed to be a faint tinge of exultation in the tones of the -speaker, that did not escape the keen witted borderer. - -"How is it that _you_ know so much of their feelings, Dusky Dick? A -body might almost think you were one of them, by the way you talk." - -Morgan gave vent to a low laugh; deep, smooth and mellow, but yet -filled with a peculiar meaning. Then he replied: - -"I travel fur and keep my ears open, neighbor, as a man must needs to -in these troubled times, and in a new country. I have kivered nigh -onto fifty miles to-day, since sun-up. I stopped here to tell you the -news. If you think it's wuth offerin' a feller a cheer, and a bite of -somethin' to eat, I'll tell you it all. If not, then we'll call it -quits and I'll go furder." - -"Come in--I did not think," added Wilson, a little abashed, for border -hospitality is proverbial. "Annie, give him what we have. Fall to, -friend, and welcome." - -With a nod toward Mrs. Wilson who was seated at the further end of the -rude apartment, quietly knitting, Dusky Dick took a seat at the table -and helped himself liberally to the plain though palatable viands that -Annie hastened to replace upon the table. The girl then ignited a rude -lamp, and retreated to the side of her mother. - -We do not intend describing the building; most of our readers have -seen these cabins, either in reality or through the medium of print. -It was a regular frontier cabin, made of logs roughly hewn, "chinked" -with billets of wood, daubed over with stiffened clay. The walls were -unpapered, and the furniture of the rudest description, the majority -being "home made;" the ax and auger being the principal tools used. - -But one of the inmates at least deserves more than a passing notice as -she will figure quite prominently before the reader in this tale of -border life and trials. That one is Annie Wilson. - -Barely five feet in hight, she was a model of feminine grace -and beauty, tempered and strengthened by the life of freedom and -health-giving exercise of the past two years. Her form had filled and -rounded to superb symmetry, her cheek glowed with the hue of health and -spirits; at eighteen, she was a woman, in the truest sense of the word. - -Her hair was of a rich golden brown, her eyes, large and lustrous, -were deeply blue; her nose, of a faintly Roman type, gave a decisive -expression to her countenance, that was softened by the small, -ruby-lipped mouth, from which gleamed twin rows of pearly teeth -whenever she smiled, and caused a cunning dimple to play upon the -softly-rounded chin. - -Dusky Dick ate voraciously, but yet found time to cast more than one -admiring glance toward the border beauty, which were by no means -welcome, judging from the scornful turn of the bright red lips, and the -flashing of her blue eyes as the maiden bent over some rough mending. -Then Morgan arose and approached the settler, who was still smoking. - -"You don't ask me the news," he uttered, in a disagreeable tone as he -squatted down upon the doorstep. - -"I knew you'd tell it without," was the quiet reply. - -"Yes, that's what I stopped fer. The Sioux are goin' to raise -partic'lar Cain 'fore long." - -"Are you sure?" - -"I hed it from thar own lips," was the confident reply. - -"You seem to be very thick with them, Dick. Some might think it strange -they should tell you this, unless you were in with them thicker than an -honest man should be," and the settler gazed keenly at his visitor. - -"They'd best not say so in _my_ hearin'," muttered Morgan with an -ominous scowl. "But I've al'ays acted on the square with 'em, and so -they give me the hint. It's been brewin' for a long time, and they've -made up thar minds not to stand any more of this everlastin' cheatin'. -But never mind that jest now. I had other motives in stoppin' here," -and Dusky Dick cast a sidelong glance at the sturdy settler; a glance -that had in it not a little uneasiness. - -"If there is any thing else that I should know, Dick Morgan, now's the -time to say it." - -"What d' you intend doin', anyhow?" - -"About what?" - -"Why--the Injuns, o' course." - -"They will not trouble me--anyhow, I shall stay here until I am more -sure of what they intend doing. I won't leave my property without good -cause." - -"You'll git rubbed out, then, shore. You remember Sloan Young? You -turned him out o' doors once, because he was drunk--" - -"Because he insulted the women, the dirty half-breed," angrily -interjected Wilson. - -"Well, I don't know. Anyhow, he's a big man 'mong some o' the Injuns, -and he swears he will use this chance to rub you out. Now I don't like -Young, and I'll save you, if you say so. _Petit Corbeau_ is a strong -friend o' mine, and will back me ag'inst Young. What do _you_ say?" - -"Speak plain. You are holding something back, Dusky Dick. Why should -you do all this for me? We have not been such close and intimate -friends as all that comes to. What is it you mean?" - -The other appeared somewhat discomposed at this straightforward speech, -and his treacherous eyes shifted uneasily and fell from before the -steady gaze of the old settler. But then he responded, with a forced -laugh: - -"You're in a awful hurry, Wilson, but so be it. I'll come to the p'int -at once, and then we may see the way clear before us. Then it 'mounts -to jest this. I'll agree to save your stock, house, crap and your -lives. I'll engage that you sha'n't be bothered a mite, no matter how -badly other families are sarved. It'll be a great trial and trouble, of -course, and I won't do it 'thout pay--_big_ pay, I expect you'll call -it; but then remember what I save you." - -"Come to the point, man; don't skirmish so," impatiently interrupted -the borderer, eying Dusky Dick steadily. - -"Well, I'll do this, as I said, if you'll--if you'll promise me that -Miss Annie yander, shall marry me, jest's soon's this trouble is fa'rly -over. There, now!" and the fellow uttered a sigh of relief. - -"Father!" exclaimed Annie, rising from her chair. - -"Wait, daughter," and Wilson waved his hand for her to keep silence. -"Dick Morgan, are you in earnest about this matter?" - -"In 'arnest? Why, of course I am. I'll do all I--" - -"Hold on--don't take too much for granted, my man, or you may be -disappointed. I thought you knew me better than to come here with any -such proposition as this. But since you did not, let me tell you that I -think you are a precious fool and dirty scoundrel, and that the sooner -you take yourself away from here, the better it will be for both of -us," and the stalwart settler arose erect, his eyes flashing and his -fists close clenched. - -"Stand back, Ed. Wilson--keep your distance or it'll be the worse for -_you_!" muttered Dusky Dick, as he involuntarily retreated a pace, at -the same time throwing his rifle-muzzle forward. - -"Don't threaten--you cowardly cur, or I'll forget myself and give you -something to growl at. There is your road. Take it and begone, and -don't let me ever see your ugly face 'round here again. Go!" - -"Hold on a bit, Wilson," and a vicious glitter filled the desperado's -eyes as his fingers nervously manipulated the rifle-lock. "Better think -twice afore you throw away your chance. I tell you ag'in, that if you -don't agree to my plans, you won't live to be a day older. You'll -all be killed and skelped. You can't run away, fer you're watched by -those who would be only too glad of a chance to plug ye! Do as I said; -promise me _her_, and I'll save you all. If you don't, then--" - -"Hold!" rung out a clear, firm voice, as a light, agile figure sprung -before the sturdy settler. "Hold! Uncock that gun, or I'll send a -bullet through your black heart! Uncock it, I say--and now leave!" - -It was Annie who had thus interrupted the conversation, and probably -prevented a tragedy, for the treacherous villain had cocked his rifle, -unobserved by Wilson, intending to shoot down one whom he feared to -face openly. But the watchful eye of the daughter had noted his action, -and, grasping the ready rifle, had checked his purpose, as detailed. - -Edward Wilson realized the peril he had so narrowly escaped, and, as -the baffled villain shrunk back from before the threatening muzzle -pointed by the dauntless girl, he uttered a cry of rage, and with one -enormous bound, covered the intervening distance and stood beside Dusky -Dick. Then one brawny hand clutched the scoundrel's throat, while the -other arm was drawn back to deliver a crushing blow. - -Morgan dropped his rifle to remove the grip upon his throat, the weapon -exploding as it fell. But before he could raise a hand, the hard, heavy -fist of the settler shot out and alighted full between his eyes, with a -crushing _thud_, hurling the man twice his length away. - -With an angry howl, Morgan sprung up and whipped out his knife--a long, -venomous-looking blade--and crouched down like a panther ready to -spring. Then again did the voice of Annie ring out: - -"Mind yourself, Dusky Dick! I have you covered, and I know how to use a -rifle. One step forward and down you go!" - -"You see we have the best of you this time," quietly added Wilson, -but with a menacing ring in his low voice. "Take your gun and begone. -'Twould only serve you right if I shot you down like a dog--as you -meant to serve me; but I let you go this time. But the next--_look -out_!" - -Dusky Dick did not reply until he had secured his rifle. Then -retreating a pace he spoke: - -"And _you_ look out. You've struck me. Good! A man never does that a -_second_ time. I'll be even with you yet--and with _her_, too. You hold -the cards now--my time 'll come soon. Jest put that in your pipe and -smoke it. May be you'll remember it afore long," and with a hard laugh -the baffled desperado turned away from the spot. - -The settler stood gazing after him irresolutely for a moment, but then -turned toward the cabin door. Annie's voice checked him: - -"Who is that coming, father?" - -A tall agile figure was rapidly approaching the cabin from the not -very distant woods, bearing a rifle, as could be seen by the clear -moonlight. But whether an Indian or a white, could not be told, as the -dress partook about equally of both races. - -"Hellow, _you_!" cried a high-pitched, peculiar voice, that plainly -bespoke the white man. "Ain't shootin' at the moon, be ye? Got plenty -o' powder, I reckon?" - -"Tobe Castor, by all that's good!" exclaimed Wilson, springing forward -to meet the new-comer, in evident delight. "You are just the man of all -others that I wanted to see." - -"Sho! don't say so? Want to know? Ain't jokin', be ye?" and then the -two men warmly clasped hands, like friends of a life-long standing. - -"Come, Tobe; supper's over, but I guess there is something left. What -brought you up this way so early in the season?" - -"Don't ax me now--wait ontil _they_ ain't lis'enin'," muttered the man, -cautiously; then adding aloud: "How d'y, Miss Annie? Purtier'n ever, by -gum! Beats all natur' how you do keep on a gittin' so. Sorter selfish, -ain't ye, now? Got your own an' a dozent more besides--o' good looks, I -mean. Wings 'most beginned to grow, hain't they?" and with a fatherly -freedom, the weather-beaten old borderer stooped and imprinted a kindly -kiss upon the fair face upturned toward his. - -"Your tongue has lost none of its cunning, I see, anyhow Uncle Tobe," -laughed the maiden, not unpleased. - -"It's a lookin' glass, so fur's _you're_ consarned, gal. But ef you -will, I'm dretful hungry--hain't hed a bite fur 'most two weeks, 'cept -at odd spells. Ef you've got any thin' in the grub line thet is in -danger o' bein' sp'iled, jest please trot it out, while I talk with Ed, -hyar." - -In obedience to a nod from Castor, Wilson led the way to a little -distance and then briefly detailed the purport of Dusky Dick's visit. -Then he anxiously awaited the comments of his visitor. - -"The dirty whelp! You'd orter 'a' shot him like a polecat! _He_ -merry--oh! _git_ out! Makes me _mad_--durned ef it don't, now! Jest -to think. Oh _won't_ I--thet's all; ef ever I git mud-hooks on the -pesky critter? But wait a bit. He told you the truth, Ed; yas, he did, -so fur's the reds risin' is consarned. They're goin' to do it--ef -i'deed they hain't begun a'ready. They're jest goin' to chaw up the -hull kentry afore they stop. Thar's goin' to be jest a _lettle_ the -liveliest time you _ever_ see'd, 'fore its eended." - -"Do you think so?" - -"I _know_ so--fer shure. An' you're in a bad place hyar--a pesky mean -place, Ed," impressively added Castor. - -"What do you advise?" - -"Jest this. Take your fambly an' pack up. Git out o' hyar like 'twas -ha'nted. Pull up stakes an' travel." - -"And leave the farm--lose my two years of hard work?" - -"Better thet, then lose your skelps an' it with the rest. An' thet's -jest what you'll do ef you stay. I tell you, Ed, it's a ser'ous -bizness, this is. Dusky Dick told you the truth o' the plans o' the -imps. An' then you've sot _him_ ag'inst you, too. He's got Injun blood -in him. A pity it happined jest now, though I don't blame you, not a -bit, but you'd orter never 'a' let him git away. He'll bring the imps -down on ye, _shore_. He's a big dog 'th a brass collar 'mongst _some_ -o' them--the wust o' the lot, ef thet kin be, whar all is so bad. -_He's_ the one you must look out fer, the most." - -"You think he's in league with them?" - -"I _know_ it, fer shore. But whar's Fred?" - -"Over at Stevens'." - -"Mought 'a' knowed _thet_ 'thout axin'; but I don't blame the feller -a mite. Jinnie's a mighty purty gal, an' ef I wasn't so old an' ugly, -an' she wasn't so smart, an' all else went 'cordin', an' she didn't say -_no_, durned ef I didn't hitch onto her _myself_. But never mind thet -now. What're you goin' to do?" - -"What do you advise, Tobe?" - -"Jest this. Take sech things as you cain't do 'thout an' don't want to -leave, an' strike out fer the bigger settlements. I tell you, ef you -stay hyar, to-morrow this time won't see ary one o' your skelps on the -place whar natur' 'lowed fer 'em to grow," earnestly added Castor. - -"Father," called out the clear, sweet voice of Annie, at this juncture, -"all's ready." - -"Come, Tobe; eat a bite and I will settle my plans. I'll let you know -then," added Wilson, turning toward the cabin. - - - - -CHAPTER II. - -A FORTUNATE DISCOVERY. - - -Casual mention has been made of one "Fred," who was the eldest -child--and only surviving son--of Edward Wilson. He had left the forest -cabin only a few minutes before the advent of Dusky Dick, barely taking -time to finish his supper. - -Tobe Castor was correct in his shrewd guess as to what had attracted -him so far, after a hard day's work; although probably Fred would have -denied the "soft impeachment," had any one told him that it was only to -see and chat with Jennie Stevens, that he so frequently traversed the -three-mile path that intervened between the two houses. But such was -indeed the case. - -And if the truth must be told, Fred had a faithful ally in the enemy's -camp, too, in the shape of John Stevens, who appeared to be profoundly -impressed with the good qualities of the young borderer, and seemed -resolved that Jennie should also entertain the same ideas. But Jack -would have been very wroth, no doubt, had any one hinted that he was -playing a part; that it was partly the reflected light of Annie's -perfections that made him so esteem Fred. - -The latter personage, then, was swiftly striding along the -faintly-defined trail, his thoughts busy with a momentous subject. He -was picturing the future as he would wish it to be a home, a wife--who, -strangely enough, always possessed Jennie's face and form--a growing -family of little ones--when suddenly he paused and bent his head in an -attitude of acute attention. - -He heard a shrill, peculiar whistle ring out from only a few yards -before him, evidently in the same trail. But what increased his -surprise, was that an answer came, like an echo; this time from some -little distance to his right. - -Fred knew that the country was in a troubled state; he had closely -watched the signs that portended the coming of a storm that, should -it fall, would sweep all before it with resistless fury. And now a -premonition of coming peril weighed upon his spirit like a revelation. - -Without pausing to reflect, he glided out from the path and crouched -down amid the dense undergrowth, his ears strained to catch any sounds -that might either confirm or banish his suspicions. At first he could -hear nothing, but then the low murmuring of human voices was borne to -his hearing upon the gentle night breeze. - -He knew that the speakers, whoever they might be, were approaching, -and in a few moments more Fred could distinguish the words, which were -spoken in the Sioux dialect. Thanks to a border life and acquiring -spirit, the young settler was slightly conversant with the _patois_; -sufficiently so to follow the meaning of the speakers. - -The first words he caught, caused his heart to throb wildly, and he -crouched forward, fearing almost to breathe, lest he should lose a -sentence. - -"Then we are to strike the first blow to-night?" - -"Yes. Inkpaduta gave the word and said that _Petit Corbeau_ told him -so. He bade Long Hair take his choice. He chose the people of the lodge -by the great stone. Dusky Dick chose the one--" - -Here the words became unintelligible to the listener, the party having -passed on by his place of concealment. - -Fred arose and glided stealthily after them. He had no difficulty in -recognizing the allusion to "the people by the great stone." He knew -that the Stevens family was meant, but he desired to learn more, if -possible. - -The trail was dark and gloomy, owing to the dense shade cast by the -thickly-growing trees, that intercepted the moon's rays. But after a -few moments, Fred heard the Indians pause and seat themselves at only a -few yards from the trail. - -He glided nearer, until he could again hear their words. The same -person was speaking that he had heard before. - -"We will wait here for Long Hair. It will not be long before he comes." - -"Where is Bob-tailed Horse?" asked another of the party. - -"Gone to the lodge by the great rock. He will open the doors for us -that we may strike without being hurt. He is to pretend his leg is -hurt, so that he can not walk to his lodge, and will ask to rest there. -Then when the pale-faced fools sleep, he will open the doors and let us -in." - -"Good! there are five scalps for us!" exultantly uttered one of the -savages. - -"No--only four. One Eye says that the young squaw must go to his lodge, -or he will not help us." - -The other demurred a little at this, but he was overruled by his -comrades. Fred clutched his rifle with fingers that itched to be at the -throats of the plotting scoundrels; but he restrained himself, and then -glided stealthily away, thus losing information that would have still -further increased his anxiety, for a diabolical plan was commented -upon, concerning his own family. - -But the young settler had heard enough to set him half-wild. He knew -that the maiden whom he loved, was in great peril, and that thought, -for the time, drove all other considerations away. - -He understood the allusion to One Eye, the Indian name of Sloan Young, -the half-breed, whose left eye had been destroyed in a drunken fight. -And he, too, was the Long Hair mentioned. Fred knew that the villain -had been prowling around the cabin quite frequently of late, though the -thought of his daring to look upon Jennie in such a light, never once -occurred to him, before this. - -The one called Bob-tailed Horse, Fred also knew by reputation, as being -a reckless, unscrupulous rascal, drunken and worthless, unless in just -some such manner as the one hinted at. But this plan he would foil, at -all hazards. - -So when once safely beyond ear-shot, Fred arose and dashed through the -forest with nimble feet, but yet using a degree of caution, for since -hearing the revelations of the plotters, he knew not where or when he -might encounter deadly enemies, who would scruple little in taking his -life, provided they could do so without incurring too much risk to -themselves. - -In half an hour more, Wilson neared the cabin belonging to Wesley -Stevens, and when almost at the door, he met John, who was just -sallying out to visit the Wilsons. Fred drew him aside and quickly -detailed what he had overheard. - -The young man was greatly excited by these tidings, but managed to -control his feelings, in a measure. - -"Are you sure you heard those words? May there not be some mistake?" he -asked, dubiously. - -"I only wish there was--but I know better. Depend upon it, it is true. -Is that Indian in the house?" - -"Bob-tail? Yes. He came in not long ago, pretending to be lame, tired -and hungry." - -"You see! the very story I heard he was to tell! The dirty imp!" -muttered Fred, angrily, while his blue eyes flashed ominously. - -"What had we better do, anyhow?" - -"First, I intend to settle with this devil; then we must decide -further. I think, though, it would be best for the family to all go -over to our house, and then if it is deemed best, we should try to -reach the settlements below; we can all go together. It is on our road, -you know, so there 'll be no time lost." - -"I was just going over there,--but if you--that is--" and handsome John -hesitated and blushed in a very suspicious manner. - -"I tell you what I think is best, John. You know your father must be -told of it, and if you go to talking to him in secret, after having -started away, Bob-tail may suspect something. It would look more -natural if I did it. Don't you think so?" and Fred felt an inward -conviction that he had presented his point very well. - -"Yes, I _do_ think so. So if you'll do that, I'll run on ahead and tell -your folks what's in the wind. I'll have them all ready by the time you -come. Don't lose any time, though," and then the two young men parted. - -Fred was greeted at the door by Wesley Stevens, and bade enter, but he -made an excuse and drew the old man outside. In a few words he revealed -his discovery, adding: - -"Now I will get to talking with Bob-tail, and then when I cough, do you -take the fellow from behind. Don't be particular what you hit him with, -just so you don't let him make much noise." - -"Very well--I'll do my part," and then Stevens led the way into the -house, where a rude lamp had been lighted by the blushing Jennie as -soon as she heard the voice of the young borderer. - -The greeting was cordial, but still somewhat constrained between the -young couple, for the old folks were looking on, and they had not yet -progressed so far along love's path as to be unreserved. It was a -secret--so they imagined--known only to each other. - -Fred bent an inquiring look upon the dusky figure crouching near the -corner of the fireplace, where yet glowed a small fire; the remnant of -that necessary to prepare the evening meal. It was indeed "Bob-tailed -Horse," who had consented to play such a vile part. - -And he seemed preëminently fitted for such a duty, too. Low, -squat-built, he was clothed in a dirty, greasy and tattered pair of -trowsers and a calico shirt, with bare feet and head. His face was -swollen and bloated with strong drink: his eyes bleared and bloodshot, -from the same cause. On the whole, a more disgusting specimen of the -"noble Lo!" could scarcely be found, even among his own people; and -that is saying a good deal. - -"How?" exclaimed Fred, as he stood before the savage, outstretching a -hand. - -The greeting was returned, and Bob-tail arose to clasp the hand. Then -Fred, as if accidentally, worked around until he was between the Indian -and his late position. - -"Has 'Bob-tailed Horse' saw _Petit Corbeau_ lately?" asked Wilson. - -"No--long time--so many suns," and he raised both hands. "Little Crow -call Injun drunk fool," and a venomous glitter filled the bleared eyes -of the sot. - -"You don't tell me so? Why _he_ must have been drunk to have said that. -_You_ don't like fire-water, do you?" - -"No--no like--_heap_ bad! Ugh!" brazenly lied the rascal. - -"Does my brother know where One Eye is?" suddenly asked Fred. - -Bob-tail looked steadily at the young settler for a moment, and then -slowly shook his head. Stevens drew nearer, whittling upon a heavy, -half-bent ox bow of hickory. - -"Let Bob-tailed Horse listen. I have a little story to tell him," -slowly returned Fred, as his gaze met that of the Indian. - -"A little bird told me that the Siouxs were getting mad at their white -brothers. That Bob-tailed Horse was one of them. That he had sworn he -would take the scalp of a white man before another sun. Is this story -true?" - -The savage shifted his gaze and glanced swiftly around the room. -Stevens still whittled on, idly whistling; the women sat gazing upon -the--to them--incomprehensible scene, with strange emotion. Fred -deliberately resumed: - -"This bird also told me that Bob-tailed Horse would go to the cabin of -a pale-face and ask for lodging and food, pretending he was weary and -sick, so that he might open the door to One Eye and Dusky Dick, and let -them enter to kill the whites without danger to themselves. Did the -little bird tell me true?" - -The Indian stood motionless as if carved from stone, save that one hand -slowly glided up toward his belt, where hung a knife and hatchet. Then -Wilson coughed. - -Stevens sprung forward with uplifted ox-bow, and ere the fated red-skin -could stir a step, the heavy club descended upon his head with crushing -force. He tottered feebly, and then fell forward into Fred's arms, who -allowed the senseless form to fall to the floor. - -Both women uttered a little cry of wondering alarm at this sudden and -unexpected move, but then a gesture from Stevens checked all further -outcry. - -"Hush!" he cried, sternly; "don't make any noise, for your lives! Shut -the door, Jennie, quick. There may be others of the devils prowling -around. Fred's story was a true one. This carrion was a spy, who -intended giving us up to his friends to-night." - -Fred stooped over the stricken Indian, and carefully examined the -wound. He found that, though senseless, the rascal still lived; his -skull had not been fractured, though the blow seemed enough to have -killed an ox. - -"What shall we do with him, Stevens?" he asked, doubtfully. - -"_Dead men tell no tales!_" sternly responded the old settler, a deadly -glitter in his black eyes. - -"No--no, do not kill him, husband!" cried the wife, springing forward, -as he raised aloft the blood-stained ox-bow. - -"It is him or us, Mary," but the uplifted arm slowly sunk. "He would -have killed us all, after eating our food!" - -"Tie him and put him down the pit," suggested Jennie. - -"It will do, Stevens," said Wilson. "They will find we suspect their -plans, anyhow, when they find we are gone. It would only make them -hotter after us, if we killed him." - -"You may be right, Fred, but the dog is not fit to live. However, have -it your own way." - -A strong cord was quickly produced, and with it the rascal was bound -hand and foot. Then a gag was forced between his jaws; after which a -trap-door was lifted and the Indian cast rudely down into a pit, where -were stored a few vegetables. - -"Now what next?" - -"You had better pack up such things as you must have, and such as we -can carry; come with me to our house. John has told them all by this -time, and they will be ready for a move. I don't think we will be safe -out here as long as those two devils are at large, with their gang." - -"But we must take the horses." - -"No--I think best not. The rascals are somewhere between here and our -house, and they would be sure to hear the sound of hoof-strokes, while -on foot we can pass them without being noticed. If we think best, we -can then take horses from our house. I don't think it would be safe -now." - -After some little demurring on the part of Stevens, who did not relish -leaving his valuable stock, this plan was adopted. And then the party -hastened to secure such articles as could not well be abandoned. - -In a very few minutes, the little party of four were laden with food -and weapons, and then emerging from the cabin, they set out upon their -perilous journey. - - - - -CHAPTER III. - -DUSKY DICK'S FIRST BLOW. - - -John Stevens felt not a little concern as he strode along the -grass-grown trail that Fred Wilson had so lately traversed. The -discovery made by the latter was truly a momentous one, and if true, -the danger impending was one that would require all their skill and -courage to avert. - -He thought of the gentle Annie being exposed to all the horrors of an -Indian attack, and wild visions of daring deeds and heroic struggles in -her behalf flashed across his mind. He felt that he could accomplish -all these, for _her_ sake. - -And, in good truth, these fancies possessed his mind so greatly that -he forgot a greater portion of necessary prudence, striding along as -if in the utmost security, as though fully assured that there was not -an enemy within a hundred miles of his present location. But he was -speedily awakened from his abstraction. - -A dark form suddenly sprung out before him, with leveled rifle-muzzle -threatening him. As his eyes fell upon the intruder, John fancied he -recognized the figure. - -"Is that you, Dusky Dick?" he called out, halting and half-raising his -rifle. - -"Keep your gun down--don't offer to shoot, or I'll plug ye! Yes, it's -me. But who the devil are _you_?" returned the man. - -"Stevens--John Stevens, you know," laughed the young settler. "Why, -who'd you take me for?" - -"Fer a Injun. They're 'round at thar tricks, I b'lieve. But whar are -you goin'?" - -"Over to Wilson's--why?" - -"Oh, nothin'--I didn't know. Folks all well at home?" - -"Yes, all well; that is, all of our own. But there is a lame Indian -there, who hurt himself somehow, while out hunting, I believe. You know -him--Bob-tailed Horse?" added John, the better to allay any suspicions -the other might have entertained. - -"Yes; a drunken dog. Mind out or he'll sarve you some dirty trick, yet. -Wal, if you're goin' to Wilson's, I won't hinder you no more. Jest give -them my respects, will you?" and Dusky Dick stepped to one side of the -path. - -But, as he did so, John noted an evil glitter in his eyes as the -moonlight fell upon the renegade's countenance, through a rift in the -tree-tops. Stevens realized that Dusky Dick meant mischief. - -"All right--I'll tell 'em," and the young settler strode lightly past -the man. - -He saw the heavy rifle of the desperado raise and sweep through the -air, wielded by strong arms, evidently aimed at his head. But Stevens -ducked adroitly, and the weapon hissed harmlessly above his head, the -force of the unresisted blow swinging Dusky Dick around almost against -him. - -With an angry cry, Stevens whirled his rifle around, its iron barrel -alighting full upon the traitor's head, felling him to the ground like -a dead man. But still a little cry broke from his lips. - -Instantly all around was confusion, and the young settler shuddered -involuntarily at the terrible commotion he had aroused. Wild yells -filled the air until it sounded as though scores of devils had broken -loose upon earth, all thirsting for human blood. - -Stevens knew his danger, and realized the full extent of his -peril--that he had fallen into an ambush of red-skins of whom Dusky -Dick was either a member, or else a chief. And he knew too that he -would be put to his best, if he escaped the threatened capture. - -He had not alone to think of himself, either. The fate of more than one -probably depended upon the speedy accomplishment of his errand. He must -warn the Wilson family of their danger. - -Uttering a low cry, John crouched down, and, summoning all his powers, -sprung with headlong force along the path, that he could see now -contained one or more of his enemies. But it was the only road for him -now. He knew that he would not stand the faintest chance of success, -in a run at night through the forest, with the well-trained and -fleet-footed Indians for competitors. - -He leaped forcibly against the foremost Indian, hurling him breathless -to the ground, without receiving any particular harm himself. But -there another confronted him, with uplifted hatchet gleaming in the -moonlight, only a few feet distant. - -John lowered his rifle and sprung forward, at the same time thrusting -out forcibly with his weapon. The rifle-muzzle took the red-skin full -in the pit of his stomach, doubling him up like a jack-knife, and -causing him to emit a fearful grunt; but at the same time he clutched -the rifle-barrel and held it with a firm grip. This, added to the -impetus of his rush, caused Stevens to stumble headlong, and ere he -could recover himself, several red-skins were upon him. - -Literally so in this case, and the young settler was borne struggling -to the ground, almost smothered by the weight of the yelling red-skins. -And then their weapons flashed out and were uplifted to drink his -heart's blood. - -It seemed as if the young man's fate was irretrievably sealed, and his -eyes closed as a faint prayer rose to his lips. But his time was not -yet. - -Dusky Dick recovered his feet and sprung forward, his head dizzy and -confused by the sound blow he had received. But he knew enough to see -the peril of the young settler, and--for a purpose of his own--resolved -to avert it, for the present. - -"Hold! don't strike!" he commanded, in the Sioux dialect. "You must not -kill him yet." - -It is not likely that his words would have had the desired effect had -he not beaten the weapons aside with his rifle-barrel, and fairly -hurled one or two of the savages aside. - -It was, perhaps, fortunate that John had not shed any blood, although -he had given some severe blows, for then, not even the influence of -Dusky Dick, great as that undoubtedly was, could have saved Stevens -from immolation. Even as it was, two of the red-skins--those who had -received John's compliments--were clamorous for his death. - -But Dusky Dick was firm, and fiercely declared that the man who lifted -a hand against Stevens, unless by his express orders, should die -the death of a dog. This threat, when uttered by one possessing the -renegade's resolution, sufficed; and then by his orders, the young -settler was firmly bound. - -Dusky Dick drew aside with several of the principal braves, and -consulted earnestly for a few moments; then he returned, and Stevens -was lifted erect. Two savages held him firmly, while another loosened -the bonds that confined his feet, so that he could walk, but not run. - -"What do you intend doing, Dusky Dick?" he demanded, in a tone as calm -as he could make it, while such angry passions struggled within his -breast; "what do you mean by this outrage?" - -"I told you the Injuns was on the war-path. Now you know it, don't ye?" -chuckled the renegade, triumphantly. - -"What're you going to do with _me_?" persisted John. - -"Keep you prisoner fer awhile; then burn you, maybe. You must ask Sloan -Young. You are _his_ game." - -John saw the uselessness of further speech, and remained silent. He -realized that he was in a truly perilous situation, and though he felt -some natural uneasiness for himself, by far the greater share of his -anxiety was for the peril that threatened Annie. - -If Dusky Dick would act thus toward him, might he not do the same with -others? Stevens shuddered convulsively as he realized the peril that -threatened the family of his loved one, who were, as he believed, -totally unsuspicious of the outbreak. - -And then his fears were confirmed by the direction taken by his -captors, they heading directly toward the point where the Wilson cabin -was located. As if to put the matter entirely beyond doubt, Dusky -Dick, after a few instructions to the leading red-skin, fell back to -a position just in front of Stevens--the entire party proceeding in -Indian file, as the narrow trail would not admit two abreast--and -tauntingly uttered: - -"As you said you was goin' on to Wilson's, I thought I'd give you a -escort, like. Don't you feel highly honored? You hed ought, anyhow," -and he chuckled grimly. - -"You are not--" faltered John, his blood chilling at the significant -tone of the renegade. - -"_Ain't_ I? but I _am_, too. Thought you'd be lonely, a captyve by -yourself, so we've concluded to give you comp'ny. But don't count -on _too_ much. Annie's fer _me_. You must be 'tented with the men -critters, onless you take the old gal." - -John uttered a hoarse growl of anger, and would have sprung upon his -tormentor, bound though his hands were, had not the guard behind him -divined his intentions and drew him forcibly back. This showed Stevens -the folly of allowing his passions to get the better of him, and so he -kept silence, while Dusky Dick malignantly resumed: - -"Yas, Annie's _mine_. That's settled, for good. She'll make a -nice squaw--don't you think so? Anyhow, I'm goin' to resk it. But -t'others--well, they'll prob'ly git jest the same as _you_ will--'ither -knocked on the head decently, or else used fer a bonfire, jest to 'mind -the reds o' old times, when roasted white men warn't an uncommon dish. - -"But you don't talk. Deaf, ain't ye? Or be you thinkin' o' the folks at -home? Need it, _they_ do. You said Bob-tailed Horse was there, didn't -you? Well, he was _sent_ there; and, what's more, he was sent thar by -Sloan Young, and he ain't hurt no more'n _you_ be, not a bit! He was -sent thar to open the door at the night time, so 't the reds could walk -in quietly. It's nearly time fer the blow, too, as your folks go to bed -airly. I wonder how they'll feel by mornin'?" and Dusky Dick laughed -ferociously. - -Stevens shuddered, but did not reply. He knew that Bob-tailed Horse -would scarcely admit his red brethren, but then there was other danger. -He knew that Fred would try and persuade the family to hasten over to -his house, and he--John--had evidence that the trail was thickly beset -by dangers. - -Besides the band that held him a captive, Stevens had heard enough to -know that Sloan Young was also lying near at hand, only awaiting the -proper time to spring his trap upon the "people of the great rock." -Might not Fred also stumble upon one of these parties? - -Dusky Dick was not a little provoked at the ill-success of his taunting -boasts, but soon desisted, and once more made his way to the front, as -the party were now rapidly nearing the cabin of Edward Wilson. Their -caution increased, and the party glided along the shadowy path, like -some grim forest hunter. - -John was not idle, however. He resolved to escape, if it lay in human -power, as he felt that to remain captive was equivalent to death, more -or less speedy; and he might yet be able to accomplish something. -If too late to save the Wilson family, he might be of use to his own -people. - -He worked assiduously upon the bonds that confined his hands. They were -of tanned buckskin, and defied his utmost efforts to break them. The -endeavor only resulted in abrading the skin of his wrists. - -The knots appeared to be tied securely, and would neither slip nor come -untied. It seemed as though his hopes were doomed to be frustrated by -this one fact. And yet he did not give way to despair or cease his -efforts, only keeping them concealed--as he was enabled to do by the -darkness beneath the trees--from the red-skins before and behind him. - -Now the little party stood upon the verge of the clearing surrounding -the cabin of Edward Wilson, and peered curiously out upon it. An Indian -grasped John firmly by the neck, and rested one hand upon his lips, -evidently resolved that he should give no alarm. - -All was quiet around the dwelling. There was no light within the -building, and it seemed as though the inmates had retired to rest, with -their usual feeling of security. Dusky Dick uttered a fiendish laugh. - -"You see," he muttered in John's ear, "your friends don't expect -visitors to-night. They will be agreeably surprised--I guess -_not_--when we wake them up. But, still, it _may_ be a trap, and _you_ -must guard us from it. Now I am goin' to make you walk jest afore me, -and, mind you, I have a long knife--long enough, anyhow, to reach your -_heart_--ready for use at the slightest sound from your lips. And _I -will use it_, too, if you give a single word or sign to alarm them." - -In a few words Dusky Dick made known his plans to his followers, and -they expressed approval of it. John was brought to the front and Dusky -Dick crouched behind him. Then the others strung out in a row, so that -any shot from the house would miss them all, unless first striking the -young settler. - -"Now, step out, young feller," muttered Dusky Dick, pricking Stevens -slightly with the point of his bared knife, "and remember that if you -rouse them up, their first shot must take _you_. Pleasant, ain't it?" -and he again gave vent to a fiendish laugh. - -John dared not remonstrate, and obeyed the impulse given him by the -renegade, slowly advancing toward the log-cabin. Nearly two hundred -yards of clearing had to be traversed, and as may be imagined, it was a -trying ordeal for the young man's nerves, who knew not at what moment a -shot from his friends might sound his death-knell. - -But in this he was agreeably disappointed, for the side of the cabin -was gained in safety. Not a sound broke the stillness that filled the -clearing, save the usual hum and chirping of the summer insects. A -silence as of death seemed upon every thing. - -Dusky Dick advanced to the door and gently rapped with his knuckles. No -answer; only the echo of the knock replied. Again and again he repeated -it, with the same result. - -A glad hope sprung up in the heart of the young settler. He believed -that the family had taken alarm and sought safety in flight. - -This same idea struck Dusky Dick, and he thumped loudly upon the door. -Then with a wild, angry cry he rushed forcibly against it. Still no -answering sound broke the silence. - -"The birds have flown!" uttered a savage, in a tone of disgust. - -"Break down the door and let's see," cried Dusky Dick, with a bitter -oath. - -A simultaneous rush of several sturdy forms, broke down the fastenings -of the door, and then Dusky Dick rushed into the house. He could hear -no signs of its being occupied, and then hastily struck a light. As the -glare filled the room, an angry roar broke from his lips. - -The floor was strewn with various articles, whose disorder told of -great haste; that told the renegade his anticipated victims had indeed -taken the alarm and had fled from the impending peril. Now he bitterly -cursed his folly in leaving the building unguarded, after his vain -attempt at compromise. - -"Git torches and hunt fer sign," he cried, as he stirred up the embers -that still glowed in the huge fireplace. "They can't have gone far in -this little time. Quick! we will find them yet!" - -In a few moments a number of the Indians had secured torches, and were -searching the ground without for some trace to tell them the direction -taken by the fugitives. Meanwhile Dusky Dick had hastily searched -through the building, and confirmed this belief. They were indeed gone. - - - - -CHAPTER IV. - -A TERRIBLE SURPRISE. - - -Tobe Castor sat down to the table and without ceremony began what he -would have termed a "square meal", eating as though his whimsical -assertion was true--that he had not eaten a bite for two weeks. -Evidently he was not a man to be disturbed by trifles, and who threw -his entire energies into one thing at a time. - -Edward Wilson conversed earnestly with his wife and daughter, telling -the tidings imparted by their friend, the old hunter. He asked their -advice, for, like a sensible man, he did not think it derogatory to his -manhood, to consult one of the "weaker sex." - -"What does Tobe say?" asked Mrs. Wilson. - -"_He_ says thet you hed better jest git up an' git, while you kin," -replied that worthy, as emphatically as the crowded state of his mouth -would admit. "They've got a dead open an' shet on ye, 's long's you -stay hyar. Dusky Dick wouldn't 'a' shot off his mouth thet a-way, -unless he had some one nigh to back him up. An' I _know_ the pesky imps -hez riz, down furder; an' it stands to reason that it'll spread up this -a-way, whar thar's a few skelps to be got, 'thout much resk. So _I_ -say--_mosey!_" - -"But where--which way? If, as you say, the Indians have broken out -below us, they must be between here and the settlements--at least such -as are strong enough to offer any hope of safety." - -"Jest so, Ed; but see. The longer you wait the wusser it'll be. -An' it'll keep a-spreadin', natur'ly, up this a-way. Ef you start -now, you stand a chaince o' gittin' through. Ef you wait ontil -to-morrer--providin' Dusky Dick don't put in _his_ oar, afore--it'll be -wuss, a heap. Dog-on it! You _must_ start to-night!" earnestly added -Castor. - -"But Fred--he is not here, and we can't leave him." - -"No more shall you. My plan's this. Say we gits out o' here, an' -a'terwards Dusky Dick gives the cabin a call, an' finds us gone. Won't -he natur'ly s'pose you've struck out fer the settlements? An' won't -he look fer us in thet direction? In _course_ he will. So much fer so -much, then. - -"We'll take the hosses an' start in thet d'rection fust. Fer it's -more'n likely they'll hunt fer our trail by torchlight, ontil they -set the p'int we head torst. Then they'll set off to run us down. So -we must go fur enough on critter-back to fool 'em, _thet_ way. Then -we'll turn 'round an' strike back in a crooked route, torst the Stevens -shanty, find Fred, tell our yarn, an' take the hull caboodle with us. - -"We kin take a turn ag'in, an' then by hard ridin', make up fer lost -time. Ef we're ahead o' those imps by day, then we're all right fer -_them_. We must take the chances 'bout t'others. But I think we kin -work it. Thar--thet's my plan; what d' you think o' it, anyhow?" -demanded Castor, arising from the table. - -The party were silent. They could see no other way, and yet this one -seemed full of danger. But indeed, if the rising of the Indians in -insurrection was a fact, which way could they turn without incurring -danger? - -So this plan was finally acquiesced to, and the work of preparation -for flight commenced. Castor and Wilson set about saddling the horses, -while the women packed food and extra clothing, with such little -articles of value that they could not bring themselves to abandon, in -small and compact bundles. - -They worked as if for dear life, and but a few minutes were consumed -ere all was pronounced ready for a start. Castor had taken a hurried -scout along the route they proposed to follow, and discovered nothing -suspicious. - -There were only four horses, but Tobe scornfully declared that he would -none of them; that he never yet met the four-footed animal that he -could not wear out, on foot. But he advised them to take the extra one -along for Fred's use. - -Then after a few words of caution, he led the way from the clearing, -and they entered the gloomy forest, leaving the home that had sheltered -them for two years, with sensations of choking regret. It seemed like -parting with some near and dear friend. - -The trail was narrow and winding, and frequently the riders were forced -to stoop low down in their saddles, to avoid the pendent boughs, but to -offset this, they had the advantage of knowing the route thoroughly, -from so often traversing it. Tobe Castor led the way with long, -swinging strides, that forced the horses to their best walking, to -avoid being distanced. - -There was urgent need of haste, as they understood matters to be, for -Fred might return to the deserted house, before they would have time to -gain Stevens', if any delay occurred. And unsuspecting the threatening -peril--as they believed--he might run into an ambush and be either -killed or captured by the red-skins. - -"We've gone fur a plenty," said Tobe, when nearly a half-mile had been -traversed. "We must strike fer the other shanty now, or we mought miss -Fred. Take keer fer your heads, now, as thar hain't any trail the way -we must go." - -"Ain't you afraid of losing the way, Tobe? It's so dark," muttered -Wilson. - -"Nary time I ain't. Lose nothin'! Me? _Git_ out! Wasn't I _raised_ in -the woods? Couldn't I smell my way, even ef I was blinded? In _course_ -I kin. Don't be skeered 'bout thet, Ned. I'll take you as straight thar -as a drunken Injun's trail--fer you know we've got to go mighty crooked -through the dark, on this bresh. Now keep cluss together and don't make -no n'ise. Don't holler out, even ef the limbs saws your heads off. -'Tain't nothin'--a'ter you git used to it." - -The guide hurried abruptly to his left, and strode rapidly along, -holding onto the bridle of the horse ridden by Mrs. Wilson. After her -came Annie, with Wilson bringing up the rear, leading the spare horse. - -Owing to the darkness, considerable noise was unavoidably made, but -as they soon gained a point at a fair distance from the trail Castor -believed there was but little danger of being overheard. As a matter -of course, he reasoned that such Indians--and he fell fully assured -that there were more or less in the neighborhood, from the bold threats -of Dusky Dick--as were lurking around, would naturally keep near the -main trail, as the two families were all living within some miles of -that point. - -Thus he pressed on through the woods at a good pace, for now time was -precious. A long road lay before them, and unless a certain distance -could be gained before day-dawn, he believed their chances of ultimate -escape would be faint indeed. - -The riders found that his warning was well founded, for more than once -they were almost brushed from their saddles, by the low-hanging boughs, -and only by lying almost flat along their horses' necks, could they -proceed with any degree of safety. Then their animals were mainly left -to their own guidance, but naturally followed close in the footsteps of -the one led by Castor. - -For several miles the fugitives proceeded in this manner, which was -inexpressibly wearisome, and more than once had Wilson urged Castor -to seek the trail leading direct to the cabin of Wesley Stevens. But -the guide refused, as it would be incurring foolish risk. The unbroken -woods were far safer in his estimation. - -But their journey was not to be completed without interruption, and one -soon came that threatened serious consequences. It occurred in this -manner. - -As they were proceeding at a fair gait, a bright flash spouted forth -from one side of the little party, at only a few yards' distance, and -mingled with sharp report, came the spiteful _hum_ of a ragged bullet -as it hurtled close to the head of Mrs. Wilson. Then a loud, fierce -yell broke upon their hearing. - -The horses were badly frightened by these sudden and unexpected sounds, -and broke loose from all control, wildly plunging on through the woods. -And the voice of Castor was heard, crying: - -"Keep together, an' let the animiles went! Foller me!" - -Fleet-footed as a deer, he sprung forward and clutched the bridle-rein -that had been wrenched from his grasp; then ran beside the horse, now -leading the way. Occasionally he would raise his voice--knowing that, -if they were indeed followed, this could not add to their peril, as the -loud crashing made by the affrighted animals could be heard further -than his cries--and it was essential that none of the party should -become separated from the others. - -For nearly a mile this headlong race was maintained, and then Castor -suddenly checked the horse he was guiding. He could hear nothing of any -pursuer, and had resolved that now, if ever, was the time to throw any -such off the scent. - -"Is it all right, Ed?" he anxiously cried, approaching Wilson. - -"Yes--I believe so. Is Mary hurt?" - -"No--I am safe. But Annie--where is she?" replied Mrs. Wilson, -breathlessly. - -"Here--I caught her horse as it ran past. Are you hurt, Annie?" - -There came no answer, and Wilson repeated the inquiry, in wondering -alarm. Tobe Castor sprung forward with a cry, and stood beside the -horse. - -It was dark and gloomy there, in the forest depths, where the -thickly-crested tree-tops effectually prevented the moon's rays from -falling on the earth, and nothing could be seen. The sense of feeling -must be depended upon, merely. - -Castor reached out and touched the snorting horse. It trembled like a -leaf. He called aloud on Annie's name, but she did not answer. - -His hands fell upon the saddle. _It was empty--Annie was gone!_ - -The old scout uttered a low cry and staggered back. The blow was a -fearful one, and he felt it as though the lost one had been his own -child. - -"My God! Castor, what is it?" gasped Wilson, alarmed at the tone of the -hunter, and bending forward in the saddle as though he would pierce the -dense obscurity with his distended eyeballs. - -"The gal is gone!" - -Mrs. Wilson uttered a low, gasping groan, and reeled in her seat. Tobe -sprung forward and caught her sinking form lowering her gently to -the ground. In a moment Wilson was beside her, half-distracted by the -terrible events that pressed so closely upon them. - -"Give her a sup o' this," gloomily said Castor, producing a small flask -of whisky. "'Tain't no time fer faintin' _now_. We've got our hands -full 'thout _thet_." - -"What must we--what _can_ we do?" cried the father, chokingly, as he -strove to revive the fainting woman. - -"_Work_--work like blazes. No use goin' furder ontil we find thet gal; -ef it kin be did. _Ef_--it _must_ be did! Thunder! I'll find her ef I -hev to take an' rip the hull teetotal kentry through my old hat! See 'f -I don't, now," and Castor spoke with strong emphasis. - -Mrs. Wilson now gave signs of returning consciousness. Strong-nerved, -she was not one to yield long to any misfortune, however heavy and -bitter it might be. - -"Now, Ed," added Tobe, thoughtfully, "this is what we must do. You may -stay here with her an' the hosses, 'ca'se we may need them afore long. -I'll go back 'long the trail as we kem by, an' look fer the gal. She -must 'a' bin knocked off by some pesky limb, an' won't hev gone fur. -I'll find her, never fear." - -"But the Indians--those who fired at us? They may have found her," -faltered Wilson. - -"'Tain't likely, fer I didn't hear thar yell as they'd 'a' give ef they -hed. I don't think they'd notice her tumble a-tall. An' then ag'in, -I don't think thar was more'n one or two, or they'd 'a' follered us -closter. Most likely jest a stray, prowlin' critter, who run jest as -soon's he shot at us." - -"I hope so--but why can't we all go?" - -"Don't be a fool, now, Ed, _don't_. S'posin' thar _was_ a wheen o' reds -nigh, wouldn't we look nice a-blunderin' right spang into 'em? They'd -hear us a-comin', an' then lay fer us. Then whar'd we be? No, _sir_. -Whatever's did I must do, alone, by myself. You must stay here to keep -_her_ comp'ny--onless, indeed, you keep right on to the shanty fer -Fred. Which is it?" - -"No, we must not leave Annie--Fred is a man, and better able to take -care of himself. We will wait here." - -"All right, then. But fust, wait ontil I find a better place fer ye to -lay low in than this," and Castor started away from the spot. - -"Is Annie gone, Edward?" murmured Mrs. Wilson feebly. - -"Yes--but Tobe says he can find her. She is safe, I believe, but was -brushed off the horse's back. He will find her never fear." - -"Here ye be, folks," muttered the old hunter, as he returned. "Kin you -walk a leetle, Mary?" - -"Yes, I can; I think." - -"Holp her, Ed, while I take the animiles. Foller me." - -In a few moments the refuge was gained; a sort of natural bower, -where, even by the light of day, a casual observer would scarcely have -noticed their presence, and in the darkness, unless some noise should -betray them, an entire tribe of red-skins might have passed within -arm's-length of the covert, without suspecting their presence. - -"You stay here an' keep still. Don't move or speak 'bove a cat's -whisper, ontil I come back. I'll give the call o' the night-hawk -twicet. You know it, Ed?" - -"Yes, but be--" - -Tobe did not wait to hear the conclusion of this sentence, but turned -and glided away. His mind was far from being at ease, although he had -endeavored to cheer up the fugitives with a confidence he was far from -possessing, as he knew that it was no time for despondency. - -He knew that Annie had most likely been knocked from the saddle by a -limb, and that she might have received such injury as prevented her -crying out. And then again she might have suddenly been pounced upon by -the one who had fired the treacherous shot, and taken prisoner before -she could give the alarm. - -If hurt, the chances were against his finding her, in the darkness, and -to await the light of day would be perilous in the extreme, now that -the vicinity of deadly enemies was put beyond a doubt. Still he did not -entirely despair; it was not his nature to do so, while breath remained. - -Tobe glided along cautiously, seeming to avoid collision with the -thickly-growing tree-trunks and bushes by instinct, keeping as near -as he could tell, in the trace of their wild flight. His hearing was -keenly alert, and he looked for some signs or sounds to tell him -whether the hidden horseman had followed them or not. - -But he reached a point near where the alarm had been given the horses, -without seeing or hearing aught to confirm either his suspicions or -hopes. Then he paused to listen more intently. - -His lips compressed tightly and one hand sought the haft of his ready -knife, as he heard the sound of faint footfalls, apparently approaching -him. Still he did not speak or move, not knowing whether friend or foe -advanced. - -The steps sounded more and more distinct, until Tobe felt assured that -the comer was not the girl he sought: the tread was too regular and -deliberate for that of a frightened wanderer. Then who could it be but -a foe? - -A dark form appeared outlined against the less opaque atmosphere, -within a few feet of the crouching scout. With knife drawn, Castor -reached out, and finding a small twig, snapped it with a sharp noise. - -A low guttural exclamation came from the figure, and it started back as -if in alarm. That satisfied Castor, who sprung forward with a low howl -of anger. - -His arms closed around a brawny form, but a quick motion rendered -the knife-stroke futile, and then they fell to the ground together, -battling fiercely for the mastery. Their arms were twined around each -other, so that their knives were of little use. - -It was now a struggle for life or death! - - - - -CHAPTER V. - -THE BURNING CABIN. - - -A dim, shadowy, phantom-like chain flitting silently through the forest -depths. A living chain, composed of human beings--at least in outward -semblance--bent upon an errand of bloodshed and death. - -They pause at the edge of a considerable clearing, and gaze out upon -it. A rude log-cabin stands here at the foot of a good-sized hill. In -the darkness, it seems as though there were two buildings, but one is a -huge square bowlder. A mass of rock that has puzzled many to tell where -it came from. It gives a name to the cabin and its owners, "the people -of the lodge by the great rock." - -The cabin is the one where we met the Stevens family. The human chain -is led by One Eye--Sloan Young, the half-breed heretofore alluded to. -He and his comrades have come here to perform their part of the bloody -plan, to further which the Indian, Bob-tailed Horse, had been sent to -gain admittance into the cabin. - -"It is nearly time," muttered One Eye, in the Sioux dialect. - -"Yes, the pale-faces are asleep before now," added one of the Indians. - -"We will not wait any longer. Come, let us go," and One Eye entered the -clearing and glided stealthily toward the cabin that stood silent and -gloomy in the shadow of the hill. - -The half-breed paused when beside the rude structure and uttered -a call; one common to that place and time of year--the cry of the -night-hawk. Then he stepped forward and pressed gently against the door. - -To his surprise it did not yield. He again uttered the signal, upon -which the traitor was to throw wide the door, but still without the -desired result. - -"The fool has drank fire-water until his brain is asleep! He has -forgotten his duty," angrily hissed the half-breed. - -"It is growing late and our weapons are hungry for white blood. Let us -break open the lodge. They can do nothing," muttered the Indian who had -spoken before, who was evidently of higher rank than the others who -stood silently behind him. - -"We can do it. One rush will overpower them. But remember--the young -squaw must not be harmed. She is _mine_--for my squaw," earnestly added -Young. - -"It is well. One Eye shall have her," and then the chief spoke a few -words to his followers, who drew together and made a heavy rush against -the door. - -It flew open so suddenly that one-half their number fell in a sprawling -heap upon the floor, half-way across the room. Then with wild yells and -cries Young and the chief sprung over their forms, and glared around -for their anticipated victims. - -But where were they? Why did not their cries of wild alarm and terror -break forth upon the air? Surely there had been noise enough made to -awaken them from the soundest slumber! - -Raging furiously, Young rushed into the second room, but silence met -him there, as well. He could no longer doubt the truth. - -"A light--quick!" he snarled fiercely, in his rage speaking in English. -"They cain't all hev gone. Cusses on that drunken fool!" - -A light was speedily struck, and applied to a heap of clothing that lay -upon the floor. As the blaze shot up, the interior of the cabin was -rendered visible. Here, as at Wilson's, the disordered furniture and -various articles strewn about the floor, told of a hasty and recent -flight. - -The half-breed quickly ran through the rooms, and found nothing there -to wreak his fury upon. The loft, likewise, was empty. His anger and -disappointment was fearful. - -Led by him the Indians procured lights and ran outside to find, if -possible, some trace of the fugitives. While some searched for a trail, -others sought among the brush and hollows along the hillside, in the -faint hope that the fugitives had sought shelter there. - -A faint ruddy glow now appeared upon the sky in the south-east, -growing momentarily more vivid and clear. One of the Indians pointed it -out to Sloan Young, who replied with a diabolical grin: - -"It is the work of Dusky Dick. He has had better fortune than we." - -Then as if this sight had reminded him of it, the renegade ran to the -building and stirred up the dying fire, piling on clothes, bed-ticks, -furniture and every thing movable, that would burn. Then he retreated -once more, uttering a fiendish yell of delight. - -Soon the flames burst through the open doorway, roaring and crackling -as though in high glee at thus being turned loose to work its will. -A torch was applied to the straw-thatched stables, and then as the -affrighted stock ran lowing or neighing around their corrals, the dusky -demons shot them down, uttering wild yells of diabolical exultation. - -But the half-breed and his chief glided around, striving to decipher -the meaning of the many tracks that covered the ground. They were -moving toward the forest, where their own party had not so defaced -the ground with their trampling to and fro, when an unexpected sound -startled them. - -It was a cry, long and unearthly, seeming like, yet unlike a human -voice. But if indeed one, then it must proceed from some person either -in agonizing pain or mortal terror. - -Again and again it came to their ears, with increasing distinctness, -and even more startling than at first. And the dusky crowd glanced at -each other in mute alarm. - -They knew not what to make of it. Wherever they turned, from that point -the horrible shrieks seemed to issue. If they looked, it appeared to -come down from the skies. - -The savages ceased their work of barbarous destruction and gathered -together. They felt alarm, that was rapidly increasing, at they knew -not what. - -The chief was scarcely less impressed, but Sloan Young did not exhibit -the same symptoms. His face was eagerly turned toward the blazing -cabin, through whose roof the flames were now ascending. Then as -another yell broke upon his hearing, he said: - -"It is from the lodge! The pale-faces have hidden beneath it, and are -being _roasted alive_!" - -The terror of the savages quickly gave place to emotions of anger, at -thus being cheated out of the coveted scalps. The heat was now too -intense for them to accomplish any thing in the way of releasing the -sufferers. - -Then they started back with cries of wondering dismay. A shrill shriek -of fearful torture rung out, and then a figure sprung from the fiery -furnace and darted toward them; its arms flung wildly aloft, its -garments dropping in charred fragments from its limbs. - -Then with another long-drawn cry, it sunk to the ground, almost at the -feet of Sloan Young. The half-breed bent over it, but shrunk back at -the horrible stench of burning flesh that arose from the body. Still he -had recognized the unfortunate, burned and disfigured though it was. - -"It is Bob-tailed Horse!" he exclaimed, turning to the chief. - -And such was the case. He had been cast down the pit bound and gagged, -as detailed, but soon recovered his senses. There he lay until he heard -the angry voices of his confederates above him, and heard himself -blamed for the disappointment. - -He strove to cry out, but the gag had been firmly applied and his limbs -were useless. In striving to free himself, he rolled over upon his face. - -Then he heard the ominous crackling above him, and the pungent smoke -that soon came to his nostrils, told him of a new and fearful peril. -And yet he was helpless to avert it. His bonds would not give, nor -could he utter even a groan. - -The heat increased until the sweat streamed from every pore. The air -became so close and hot that he nearly suffocated. At every breath it -was like inhaling molten lead. - -His prison became lighter, and he knew that the floor was being burned -through. And still he struggled to burst his bonds; strove in vain. -The skin cracked and shriveled up beneath the intense heat, and his -tortures were excruciating. - -The floor above him was one mass of coals. Then cinders fell upon his -bare neck, hot and glowing. He shook his head, but the coal adhered to -the hissing flesh. - -Another and another fell, until his body was literally covered with the -blazing sparks. Either the cords had been weakened by fire, or else the -torturing coals had given Bob-tailed Horse a fictitious strength, for -with one mighty effort he burst them asunder, and snatching the gag -from his mouth, uttered a wild cry for help. - -His hair caught fire and blazed furiously about his face. His flesh was -fairly hissing beneath the heat, and it seemed as though he was one -mass of fire. He screamed and yelled with frantic fury. - -He sprung upward and caught at one of the glowing sleepers. It broke -beneath his weight, and he fell back, covered with the hotly-blazing -_debris_. Again he sprung to his feet and essayed to gain the level -floor; and again he fell back, screeching--dying. - -More of the floor crumbled away, and then he sprung upon the edge of -the narrow pit. With yet another cry, he fell forward upon his face in -the glowing mass of coals. - -He tottered to his feet and rushed blindly forward, sinking nearly -knee-deep in the burning embers. He ran against the still standing logs -and staggered back; his eyesight was gone. - -But he did not fall, and sprung ahead once more. This time he emerged -from the doorway, and then with a gasping yell, he fell to the ground. - -And yet, after all this torture, he still lived. Though he had -undergone enough to have killed a half-score of men, the spark of life -still flickered faintly in his breast. - -He knew he was among friends, and cried out for water. More from his -gestures, than aught else, he was understood, and Young hastened to -supply his wants. Not from motives of pity, but because he hoped to -gain some valuable information from the dying wretch. - -The spring was close by, and a hatful of cold water was brought the -scarred and mangled sufferer. He drank it down eagerly and begged -piteously for more. - -"Tell me first," said One Eye, in the Sioux dialect, "where are the -pale-faces?" - -"Gone--water--water!" gasped the wretch. - -"_Where?_" sternly cried Young. "Tell me all or you shall perish for -want of a drop of water. Tell me and you shall have all you wish." - -"Gone to--over _there_," was the husky reply. - -"To Wilson's?" asked Young, in English. - -"Yes--young brave tell 'um--they go--run 'way--" - -One Eye sprung to his feet with a peculiar cry. He had learned all he -wished. - -"Water--water!" gasped the sufferer, but his plea was unheeded. - -He could be of no further service to them. He might die a dog's death, -as he had lived a dog's life. What cared they? - -"Come--there is no time to lose. We must hasten or they will escape -us yet. Follow me, and their scalps shall hang at our girdles before -another sun!" yelled One Eye, as he dashed away from the burning cabin, -closely followed by the savages, leaving the dying wretch as he lay, to -gasp out his feeble remnant of life in fruitless appeals for water! - - - - -CHAPTER VI. - -AN UNEXPECTED MEETING. - - -As Dusky Dick turned from the loft, after his fruitless search, a loud, -shrill yell from one of his braves without, told him that the trail had -been found. He uttered a little cry of exultation and flung his blazing -brand upon the bed, as he dashed out of doors. - -The trail-hunters had found where the beasts had been mounted, and then -from that point the tracks led in a straight line toward the forest. -There seemed but one solution of this. The settler had taken alarm at -the threats of Dusky Dick, and had resolved to journey to the lower -settlements. The renegade bitterly cursed his precipitancy, and his -folly in losing sight of his intended victims even for a moment, when -the game was entirely in his own hands. - -"Look! the lodge is burning!" exclaimed a savage, to Dusky Dick. - -The brand the latter had thoughtlessly flung upon the bed had done its -work. The flames were shooting up, leaping hither and thither, roaring -and crackling as if in fiendish glee. - -"Let it burn. It will shelter no more of our enemies," and he turned -away with a grim smile. - -John Stevens was standing near, under guard of two brawny braves, -who kept a vigilant watch over him. His blood was boiling within him -at this last act of wanton malignancy, but fortunately he controlled -his anger before it broke forth into words, that, while they could do -him no good, might be productive of harm, in the wrathful mood of his -captors. - -Dusky Dick now renewed his instructions to the guards to keep careful -watch over the captive, and then set forward after such of his braves -as were tracing out the course of the fugitives by torchlight. The -hoof-tracks crossed the clearing, and entered the trail leading to the -lower settlements. - -Thus far it was plain sailing, and Dusky Dick thought he divined the -plans of the fugitives. He believed they were pressing on at a hot pace -for the safer country below, and resolved to give them chase. - -He could not proceed rapidly enough by torchlight trailing, and indeed, -knowing the lay of the country so well, he did not think there was any -further need of this aid. On foot he could proceed much more rapidly -than the fugitives upon horseback, through the tangled woods. - -But it would be impossible to carry his prisoner along. There would be -too great a risk of losing him, and besides, he would only delay them. - -So Dusky Dick turned to the two guards and bade them take Stevens and -hasten at once to the lodge by the great rock, where they were to -deliver him to Sloan Young, according to the bargain already made. Then -he and his braves dashed away at headlong speed along the trace. - -Ever since his capture, John had been busy. He knew that unless he -could effect his escape that night, his chances for life were very -slim. He would die by torture, most probably, for Sloan Young was a -bitter, relentless enemy. - -His hands had been bound behind him with strong deer-skin thongs. -Then another cord had been wound several times around his body, thus -pinioning his arms close to his sides. It seemed as though escape from -these bonds, unaided, was an impossibility. - -John had thoroughly tested the strength of the thong securing his -wrists, and knew that he could not break it while his arms were so -confined that he could not exert his strength to any advantage. He saw -that he must first rid himself of the cords around his arms and body. - -And to this end he had been working since before the cabin was reached. -While the search was being prosecuted, he had been backed up against -the building's side by his captors. Here he had caught one of the cords -upon a knot, and had succeeded in pulling it down over his hands; thus -the most difficult part of the task was accomplished. - -The rest was comparatively easy. The one turn, thus loosened, gradually -divided its surplus with the others, until John could work his hands -slightly up and down. When the party entered the woods, along the horse -trail, only one cord bound his arms! - -Then that slipped down, and during the consultation, John, with a -quick, dextrous twist, brought his bound hands up over his head, and -dropped them in front; the movement not being noticed in the gloom. -Cautiously raising his hands, Stevens applied his strong, sharp teeth -to the thongs, and though he had barely half a score moments to work -in, he improved this time so well that the thong parted at a quick pull -upon it. - -His first impulse was to turn and flee for life, but that would be too -great a risk, and the young settler had sufficient good sense to await -a more favorable opportunity. - -Then he was given to the two braves, to be conducted to the half-breed, -One Eye. Stevens felt a thrill of delight at this, for he felt that -his escape was all but assured. Surely, during the long three miles he -could effect an escape, now that only two were left to guard him. - -But a danger threatened him, that he had not foreseen. He was being led -back to the blazing cabin, and once within the broad circle of light -cast around it, it was highly probable one of the red-skins would -notice that the cord was broken around his wrists. - -However, that must be chanced, and as the young settler managed to -screen the broken ends, holding them under his hands, again crossed -behind his back, he believed they would pass muster. The clearing -was entered, a red-skin walking upon either side of him, clutching a -shoulder. - -The building was now blazing furiously, and Stevens felt a choking -sensation as he gazed upon it. Many a happy hour had he spent beneath -that roof, with those who, for aught he knew to the contrary, might -even then be lying cold and still in the embrace of death. - -He strove manfully to banish these ideas, but was not entirely -successful. There was a heavy weight at his heart, and a premonition of -coming evil rested upon his spirit. - -As the clearing was crossed, the cabin being left directly behind the -trio, a low cry broke from John's lips. Before them, afar off, was a -ruddy glow, lighting up the skies high above the tree-tops. It needed -not a second glance to tell the young settler the meaning of this. The -position plainly revealed that. It was the conflagration built by One -Eye; the blazing of the second cabin. - -The Indians urged John along rapidly. One walked before, the other -behind, within arm's length of their prisoner. Evidently they did not -intend throwing away a chance, but were resolved to convey him safely -to his destination. - -They had not proceeded far from the Wilson cabin, when the foremost -Indian paused with a low hiss, and bent his ear toward the ground. To -the right and front he could distinguish the tramp of horses' hoofs. - -"Perhaps 'tis One Eye, crossing with horses captured from the people of -the lodge by the great rock," muttered the savage, whose hand rested -upon John's shoulder. - -"It may be. Let Tichenet wait here with the pale-face, while Asamee -goes to see," hastily muttered the other, arising and gliding away in -the forest, choosing a course so as to intercept the horsemen, whoever -they might be, leaving the other two where they stood. - -John believed that the time had now come for him to make a bold stroke -for freedom, assured that no other so good a chance would be given -him. And so, while waiting for Asamee to gain a safe distance, he -entirely freed his hands. - -Stealing a glance at his guard, Stevens saw that one hand rested upon a -knife-haft, while his head was bent in an attitude of acute attention. -His thoughts were mainly with his comrade, and the probable issue of -his venture. - -Stevens tightly clenched his hand, and gently drew it back. Suddenly -there came a startling interruption. A clear, spiteful crack -echoed through the forest, slowly followed by a wild, shrill yell, -unmistakably that of an Indian, probably that of Asamee, as the -direction corresponded with the one taken by him. - -Tichenet uttered a low cry, and, dropping his grasp from the prisoner's -shoulder, he started forward a pace, his nostrils dilating like those -of a hound upon a breast-high scent. The golden opportunity was -offered, and John was not a man to neglect it. - -His wiry right arm shot out, the tightly-clenched fist alighting full -beneath the red-skin's unguarded ear, felling him to the ground like -a dog, the blood gushing from his mouth and nostrils. Stevens did -not trust to this, but sprung upon the senseless form, plucking the -half-drawn knife from the nerveless grasp, he drove it deep down into -the red-skin's broad breast. - -Then John seized the fallen rifle, assuring himself it had received -no injury; after which he secured the ammunition and belt, placing in -it, when buckled around his waist, the knife and hatchet of his dead -foe. He could scarcely restrain a cry of exultation, as he felt himself -once more a free man, provided with means of offense or defense, as the -occasion might require. - -There was no need to repeat the blow. It had been delivered by a true -and strong hand. The red-skin's heart was literally cloven in twain. - -John paused and listened intently. He could hear no sounds save the -usual ones of a summer night in the forest; the hum of countless -insects, the chirp of the tree-toad, the sighing of the gentle breeze -amid the tree-tops. - -He knew that his friends were somewhere in the forest; the two blazing -cabins told him that, but just where, he had no means of knowing. But -he believed the party fired at by Asamee--if indeed it was his rifle -they had heard--were none other than his relatives, under convoy of -Fred Wilson, who had taken horses and were hastening toward the cabin -he had so lately left. - -But surely they must have noted the glare of the blazing building, and -it would tell them that foes were, or had lately been there. Then they -would naturally give it a wide berth, which would account for their -being off the main trail. - -Still, John thought it strange he heard no further sounds. If they had -fired at Asamee, why did not that worthy return? His yell had come -_after_ the shot; neither was it a death-cry. That much Stevens felt -confident of. - -"John Stevens, you're a fool!" he disgustedly muttered, apostrophizing -himself, after a brief hesitation. "If you want to find out, why don't -you go where you can, instead of standing here like a simpleton." - -Acting upon this sensible advice, John turned and glided from the -blood-stained trace into the forest, as nearly as he could guess, in a -direct line toward the point from whence had proceeded the alarm. But -the delay had somewhat confused him, and he bore considerably to the -left. - -He was forced to advance slowly, for fear of coming into unexpected -collision with Asamee, and some little time was consumed ere he gained -the vicinity--as he believed--of the spot. Then he remained silent, -listening intently for some sound to tell him how matters stood. - -After what seemed an age--but in reality, only a few moments--he -fancied he could distinguish a faint rustling noise, at only a few -yards' distance; but if so, the person, whoever it might be, was going -from him, as the next moment he lost the sound entirely. John felt if -his weapons were in readiness for use, and then glided forward, as -noiselessly as possible, toward the point from whence had proceeded the -suspicious noise. - -Again he heard the sound, and now could quite plainly distinguish the -fall of irregular footsteps, evidently made by a human being. Believing -they were those of Asamee, and burning to wreak a bitter revenge upon -him for the threats and abuse he had so plentifully bestowed upon him -when a captive, Stevens drew his knife and followed the footsteps, -displaying considerable skill for one so little versed in woodcraft as -he was, making scarcely more noise than the velvet-pawed panther when -stealing upon its prey. - -In this manner John had proceeded for several hundred yards, then -growing warm in the chase, pressed on with more speed than caution, -eager to bring affairs to a termination. Suddenly the sound of -footsteps ceased, and he imitated the movement. - -But it was quite evident that he had been heard, despite his -promptness, and that the fugitive had taken the alarm, for the sound -was almost immediately resumed, this time evidencing more speed and -less caution than before. Stevens sprung forward, determined to -overtake the fugitive at all hazards. - -It was a difficult matter, this running through the tangled woods, but -above the noise made by himself, Stevens could hear that of the other, -showing that both had to encounter the same difficulties. Then came a -low, gasping cry--a heavy fall, and then John was upon the fugitive, -with knife uplifted to deal the fatal blow. - -But the gleaming weapon descended harmlessly, and also a cry of wonder -broke from his lips as he touched the prostrate form. _He felt the -flowing drapery of a woman's dress!_ - -"Mercy--mercy!" gasped the latter, in a voice trembling with fear and -apprehension. - -That voice! How well John knew it! No danger of his confounding it with -any other. - -"Annie--you here!" he uttered, in a tone of wondering surprise. - -"Mercy--have mercy!" - -It was evident that the maiden did not recognize his voice. Her terror -construed it into that of a deadly foe, thirsting for her life. - -"Annie--don't you know me? It is John--John Stevens," and he bent over -the prostrate and trembling form, winding his arms tenderly about her, -pressing his lips to her cold brow. - -It was the first time he had ever ventured so far, but the strange -and exciting circumstances must be his excuse. And the course, too, -answered a good purpose, for the maiden recognized him then, and with a -low cry, flung her arms around his neck, sobbing hysterically. - -The trying events, the sudden alarm, the heavy fall and shock, the -long chase and agony of feeling herself lying helplessly at the mercy -of a vindictive enemy, had proved too much for the usually strong, -self-reliant spirit of the girl. She had been a heroine once that -night; now she was only a weak and trembling woman. - -"John--thank God!" murmured Annie, sobbing from excess of joy. "I -thought it was an Indian." - -"No, it is me," he added; a rather needless assertion, but he was -hardly accountable for his words or actions then, as he clasped the -lovely form closely to his breast, and pressed more than one fervent -kiss upon her lips, now unresisting. - -But then Annie started up with a little cry. The truth had flashed upon -her mind, and brought her back once more to the stern realities of this -life. - -"I forgot--my father, mother--where are they?" - -"Don't you know? Where did they leave you? And you have not told me how -it is I find you here alone, at night," added John, curiously. - -"We were afraid of the Indians, and left home, intending to call -for your folks and then try to reach the lower settlements. But -something--somebody shot at us and frightened the horses. Mine ran -beneath a low limb, and I was brushed from his back. The fall must have -stunned me for a time, because I heard nothing more of them. Then as -I got up and walked away, trying to find where they went, I heard you -after me, and thought it was an Indian. The rest you know," hurriedly -explained the maiden. - -"I'm afraid we're all in a bad fix, Annie. If you look, you can see the -light from your house now. Dusky Dick set it on fire. _Our_ home is on -fire, too. No--don't be frightened; the folks were not in it. Fred came -there and alarmed us, and I started on ahead to tell your folks the -news, but got captured by the Indians. Fred said he would bring on the -others to your house, when we all could go together." - -"And father is on the way up there! He will get killed--I know it!" - -"You said Tobe Castor was with them?" - -"Yes; he came just before dark." - -"Then he will save them from that. He is too old and cunning to walk -blindly into such a scrape. But _you_ I am troubled the most about now." - -"Hark!" whispered Annie, as a startling sound broke the stillness of -the air. - -It was a loud, hoarse shout, closely followed by a shrill yell; and -then the confused noise as of a mortal struggle between strong men. -John quickly divined the cause. - -"It is your friends, returned to look for you. They have met the Indian -who was with the one I killed. Do you stay here, while I go forward and -help them." - -"No, I will go along," and then the young couple glided rapidly toward -the spot from whence proceeded the confused sounds. - -It was indeed as John had surmised. Tobe Castor had come into collision -with Asamee, and, well matched in point of strength and dexterity, they -were now rolling over the ground in a life and death grapple. - -Tobe had made one blow, his knife sinking deep into the shoulder of the -savage, inflicting a painful flesh wound, but in nowise disabling him. -As he received the wound, Asamee gave a quick twist, that wrenched the -knife from Castor's hand, tearing it from the wound, and hurling it -several yards away. - -However, he found his own hands full without attempting to draw a -weapon, and it bade fair to result in a test of relative strength -and endurance; their arms wound about each other, as they strove -desperately for the mastery. But such was not to be the case. - -Stevens dashed up, and paused before the contestants, with ready knife. -He could not distinguish one from the other; and then, resolving to -chance it, he spoke out. - -"Who is it--white or red?" - -"Both, I reckon--I kin answer fer the white, anyhow," muttered Castor, -the words issuing by jerks. "Who're you?" - -"John Stevens--let me help you," and the young man strove in vain to -gain a fair stroke at Asamee. - -"Gi' me the knife, hyar!" and as he spoke, Castor wrenched one arm -loose, and then dashed his fist with crashing force full in the -red-skin's face, who fell back, confused and bewildered. - -Then Castor seized the proffered weapon. One quick, deadly thrust, and -the contest was ended. Tobe coolly wrenched off the scalp, and then -arose, puffing and blowing like a human porpoise. - -"Wolf! Tough dog _thet_, fer a red. E'ena'most squoze my outsides in; -durned ef he didn't! But how'd you come here? Hain't see'd nothin' o' -ary stray gal--" - -"Uncle Tobe, where are father and mother?" said Annie, springing -forward, now assured that the strife was ended, by the conversation. - -"Ge--thunder!" ejaculated Tobe, in amazement. "What next? The gal--ef -'tain't, then I'm a liar!" and the old scout clasped Annie to his -breast, in a genuine "bear's hug," at the same time carrying the simile -further, by an uncouth shuffle, quite as graceful as some of bruin's -most finished antics. - -"Don't--you'll smother her!" cried John; and, lover-like, there was a -tinge of uneasiness in his tones, as he beheld another perform the same -thing he had, only a few minutes before; but _then_ it was all right. - -"Nary time--will it honey? Gals ain't easy smothered _thet_ a-way. B'ar -a good deal o' huggin', them critters will. Kinder comes nat'ral to -'em, I guess. Lord bless ye, honey! I've a good mind to scold ye, right -peert, now, fer your skeerin' us all so pesky bad!" but instead, Tobe -smacked her lips right heartily. - -"There, there, uncle Tobe!" and Annie twisted from his grasp. "You -ought to be ashamed of yourself--at such a time, too. But where are -they?" - -"The old folks? Out yonder. They hid while I kem back to hunt you up, -a'ter you jumped off to hunt _this_ feller up. Did, didn't you? Then -how did you chance to find him?" - -"This is hardly the time for joking, Castor," rather crustily -interjected John. - -"Right, you be. Thar--I'm sober as a judge. But findin' thet honey-bird -thar, jest sorter sot me crazy. Did, fer a fact! Jest sot me right on -eend, like. Made me feel good--kinder squirmish all over, an' it had to -come out or bu'st; which wouldn't 'a' be'n pleasant--the bu'stin' part, -I mean. But come--the old folks 'll be mighty oneasy ontil we git back. -Gi' me your hand, honey, an' you, John, keep cluss op." - -"Where do you intend going, Castor?" - -"To your house, a'ter t'others." - -"Our house is like that of Mr. Wilson's--on fire, or burned to the -ground by this time. You can't see the light from here; but we did, a -little back." - -"You don't--then whar's your folks?" exclaimed Tobe, anxiously. - -"Out in the woods, somewhere. Fred gave the alarm--he overheard the -plan as he was coming through the woods toward our house. He sent -me on. He sent me ahead to warn Mr. Wilson, but Dusky Dick's devils -captured me. I saw him set fire to Wilson's house." - -"Then how'd you git away?" - -"He set off after you--along the Lower Trace--and sent me with two -Indians, as guards, to join Sloan Young's gang. We heard your horses, -and one of them ran out to see who it was. I killed the one left with -me. You finished the other, just now," hastily explained John. - -"You don't tell me! Gi' me your hand--no, thar hain't no time for -that _now_, but you're a trump, anyhow, if I _do_ say so. It's a -peskier job 'n I 'lotted on, durned if 't'aint, now! Hev to use right -smart head-work to git out on it, too, ef we don't mind. _Drat_ the -imps--what's got into 'em, anyhow?" and Tobe spoke in a voice of -intense disgust. - -"What do you think best to be done, now?" - -"Don't talk--I've got to _think_. Take the gal, an' keep cluss ahind -me. Thar--so." - -John passed one arm around the lithe waist of the maiden, who shrunk -back at first, but then, as his pressure increased, she yielded, -and felt all the better for so doing. Really, despite their ominous -surroundings, the young couple were progressing finely. - -Not another word was spoken until Tobe Castor paused and uttered the -agreed upon signal; the cry of the night-hawk. Then Wilson and his -wife sprung forward from their covert. - -"Annie--our child--where is she?" gasped the mother, breathlessly. - -"Here, mother!" and then the trio were locked in a close and warm -embrace. - -Tobe touched Stevens upon the arm, and drew him to one side. They were -the only ones of the party fit for sober consultation, now. - -"You say that pesky half-breed, Sloan Young, was at your house?" asked -the old scout. - -"Yes. I heard Dusky Dick say so." - -"You don't think he--that is, you think the folks got out safe?" - -"I do. If not, we would have heard of it. There was no shooting. -Besides, Fred got there soon after dark, and was to start right away -for here. He feared an attack would be made upon his people, too." - -"Then they're on the road, _some whars_. They must 'a' see'd the light, -as they hed higher ground to look frum, 'n we had. O' course Young 'd -set out a'ter 'em, hot-fut. Then you say Dusky Dick went out torst the -settlements?" - -"Yes. Along the Lower Trace. He believed you had gone that way." - -"I 'lowed he should. But mayhap 'twould 'a' bin better if we hed 'a' -kep' on, as 't turns out now. We'll hev 'em both afore an' ahind, -now--durn 'em! But we'll hev to run the chances, fer all I see," -gloomily muttered Tobe. - -"But our folks--what about them?" and there was a deep anxiety visible -in the young man's voice, as he spoke. - -"They're in the hands o' the good Lord, boy. We cain't do nothin' fer -'em now, onless we stumble onto 'em, like. The boy's with 'em, you say, -an' he's wuth a heap in a muss like this 'ere. If so be it's to be, -they'll git through all safe; but if not, then the Lord have marcy on -thar souls!" solemnly added the hunter. - -"Amen! But I fear the worst. I wish I was with them, now." - -"You could do them but little good, if the worst is to come. Fred is -thar, an' now you must kind o' take his place here. We'll need our -best licks to bring 'em through, I'm afeerd." - -"Tobe," said Wilson, approaching him, "what've we to do, now? Annie -says Fred is not at Stevens'." - -"We must turn 'bout face, an' strike fer the settlements. Not -deerect, thar, fer Dusky Dick is 'tween us an' them; but by a sort o' -circumbendibus like, thet'll throw them off o' the scent. We'll b'ar to -the east--" - -The further speech of the old hunter was abruptly cut short, by a -series of thrilling sounds. Full well the little party knew the meaning -of these, and each one shuddered convulsively at the dire visions -conjured up before their mind's eye. - -A rifle-shot, a shrill yell--other shots, followed by more cries and -yells; then a wild uproar, as of deadly strife, at close quarters. - - - - -CHAPTER VII. - -THE FOREST TRAGEDY. - - -We will now turn to and trace up the fortunes of the little party whom -we left just quitting the "lodge by the rock," and entering the gloomy -forest. - -A longing, lingering look was cast back at the rude but loved -structure, which had sheltered them for so long a time. But there was -no retreating now. - -Fred was probably the most anxious one of the party, for he knew, -better far than they, the real extent of the peril that menaced. He -knew that they would be fortunate indeed, were all members of both -families alive and well at the next day-dawning. - -He was not without some experience in Indian fighting, for before they -removed to Minnesota, he had spent several winters trapping in the -Blackfoot country, and with Tobe Castor, had, more than once, made -his mark upon the persons of the dusky-skinned heathen. And since -his residence here, Fred had kept his woodcraft brushed up, by long -hunting excursions with the old scout. - -So he cautioned his companions to step lightly and to avoid all -conversation, while he glided on some yards in advance, trusting to -discover any impending danger long enough beforehand to guard them from -it. Their progress was necessarily slow, but the value of the young -ranger's precautions was soon made apparent. - -Fred's keen ear caught the sounds of approaching footsteps, and rapidly -falling back, he drew his companions to one side on the narrow trace, -where they crouched down amid the bushes. Fred knelt before them, his -weapons ready for instant use, in case a collision was unavoidable. - -The light pattering sound drew nearer, and then one form after another -glided directly past the fugitives, who even held their breath, so -imminent seemed the risk of discovery. Then the last link of the living -chain passed by, and was lost to view amid the dense shadows. - -Not until the last sound died utterly away, did Fred venture to move or -speak. Then his voice was low, but full of uneasiness. - -"It was Sloan Young's gang. I recognized him. They have gone to your -home, and when they find their plans are discovered they will be after -us, half-wild." - -"Then let us hasten on at once," impatiently muttered Stevens. "We can -reach your house by the time they get to ours. With such a start there -is no danger of their overtaking us." - -"Not so. You forget that Dusky Dick's gang is somewhere near here, and -if we run across him, then we are lost indeed. A rifle-shot would call -those devils back, and then we would be massacred in a moment--or else -saved for the torture. No, we must use more caution now than ever. Will -you be guided by me? I have had more experience in these matters than -you have, or I should not ask such a thing," added Fred, modestly. - -"Yes--we will do as you say. Only be quick!" - -"Then we will go on as before. Only be as cautious in stepping as -possible, and don't press too close upon me." - -Fred reëntered the path and glided on in advance. He felt extreme -anxiety as to the probable result of the venture, now that he knew foes -were both before and behind. - -He was also anxious regarding the result of John Stevens' errand. If he -had been delayed, or had any thing happened to prevent his gaining the -cabin, matters would be gloomy indeed. - -Dusky Dick was evidently up to mischief, and as he was not with Sloan -Young, what more likely than that he would pay a visit to the Wilson -cabin? Should he do so, and find the inmates unsuspicious of their -danger, an easy victory would be his. No wonder the young settler felt -worried. - -And then he abruptly paused, with a slight exclamation of dismay. -Before him he could distinguish the fast widening trace of a -conflagration; the sky was rapidly reddening with what he knew must be -the glare of a burning cabin--and that cabin none other than his own! - -"See! the devils are at work!" he hissed, in a strained and unnatural -voice, as his companions drew nearer. "It is our cabin on fire!" - -The little party stood in mute anxiety. Their eyes roved from one face -to another. A terrible fear was upon them. - -They could just distinguish the sound of shrill yells, as of Indians, -borne to their ears by the favoring breeze. It sounded like the -death-knell to all their hopes. - -"What will you do now, Fred?" asked Stevens, breaking the painful -silence. - -"I must go ahead and see what that means. If John has been delayed by -any thing, I fear the worst--all is lost. And it looks that way, for I -hear no shooting." - -"Will it be safe?" - -"Not for the rest of you. You must stay here until I can find out how -the ground lies. It would be worse than folly to go forward now, not -knowing who we may meet. Come out here--it will be safer. So if any -red-skins chance along the Trace, they will not discover you, if you -are anyways careful." - -Fred did not pause for a reply, but led the way out a few yards from -the trail. Then he bade the fugitives crouch down amid the underbrush -and await his return, which would be as speedy as possible. - -"Would it not be better for us to keep right on toward the settlements? -It seems dangerous to waste time waiting here, like this." - -"No, it would never do. You would only lose your way, if indeed you did -not run into some ambush. You must stay here until I come back. It is -the best you can do, now." - -"But hasten, then," and the settler composed himself to await the -result with such patience as he could summon. - -As Fred glided noiselessly away through the gloom, a chill fell upon -the spirits of the little party, that seemed a premonition of coming -danger. Stevens started to his feet, intending to venture all, rather -than remain there in suspense, but the women finally persuaded him to -abide by the decision of the young ranger, whose experience in such -matters was far the greatest. - -To increase their anxiety, they now perceived the glow that marked the -destruction of their own home. The circle of death seemed narrowing -around them with each passing moment, and the suspense was absolutely -killing. Any thing, however bad, seemed preferable to this torture. - -The minutes rolled on, each one seeming like an hour of ordinary time, -and still no signs of Fred's return. Then came a rifle-shot from some -point not far distant--a wild yell, followed by the loud crashing of -what seemed horses' hoofs, passing through the forest at headlong -speed. Tremblingly the three fugitives awaited the result, fearing to -move from their covert. - -The glowing beacons upon either hand of them, grew more faint as the -moments passed on, and then were entirely shut out from view by the -gathering clouds, and the thickly clustering tree-tops. - -And still no sign of Fred's return. Stevens could stand the suspense no -longer, but arose to his feet, saying: - -"I will wait no longer. Something must have happened, or he would have -been back long ago. It is throwing away our only chance by stopping -here. Come, let us go." - -"But Fred said"--uttered Jennie, falteringly. - -"I know that, but something must have happened to hinder his coming -back. If we stay here, we will only be smelled out and killed by these -murdering red-skins. Come on," decisively added Stevens, as he moved -away from the spot. - -The women well knew that all resistance would be in vain, and arose to -obey. - -Stevens did not think it prudent to travel in the beaten Trace, lest he -should meet some of the enemy, and so kept along through the forest, -using such skill as he was possessed of, to proceed silently. - -But the danger foreseen by Fred, proved well founded. In the very -outset the borderer went astray. He had lost his bearings, and instead -of proceeding toward the lower settlements, he was pursuing an almost -directly opposite direction, or nearly toward his own cabin--or where -that had previously stood. - -In evading the tree-trunks and clumps of bushes, he deviated from a -direct course, now bearing to the right, now left, until he almost -struck the beaten trail they had lately traversed, when led by Fred -Wilson. And then Stevens ran headlong into the very danger he was most -anxious to avoid. - -The settler came first, then his wife, and after her, Jennie. The dress -of the latter caught upon a root, and she paused to loosen it; a fact -that probably saved her life. - -For just then a wild yell rung out from close before Stevens, -accompanied by a sharp crack and broad glare that lighted up the scene -for a moment, with startling vividness. By it the settler saw the dusky -figures of some half-score savages, and with impulse of the moment, he -threw up his rifle, firing at the foremost one. - -A thrilling death-yell that followed told that his shot had not been -spent in vain, but then a return volley rung out, and he staggered -back, wounded unto death. He stumbled over the prostrate form of his -wife, whom the first shot had stricken down, but recovered himself as -the enemy sprung forward with exultant whoops and yells. - -For a brief moment the settler battled with frantic fury, but all was -in vain. The bullet that first struck him had reached the seat of life, -and then a knife pierced his side. Still defiant, he sunk down, with a -hoarse cry, upon the body of his murdered wife. And over them raged the -red-skins, fighting for the coveted scalps like demons incarnate. - -Jennie was sheltered by the intervening tree-trunk, and although more -than one bullet shattered the rough bark, she was unharmed. Terror held -her enchained to the spot, despite herself. - -Then she heard the dying cry of her father, and knew that all was lost. -With a low cry of agony she turned and fled through the forest, half -dead with horror. - -The red-skins scrambling for the coveted trophies, heard her not, but -one other ear did; that of Sloan Young, and divining the truth, he -sprung forward after the fleeing girl, and knew that the coveted prize -he feared was lost, was now just within his grasp. He gave vent to a -long, loud yell of diabolical exultation. - -But Jennie's feet seemed gifted with more than mortal speed, and she -fled over the rough ground, through the bushes and tangled shrubbery, -fully holding her vantage-ground, hard as the half-breed strove to -overtake her. Uttering furious curses, he dashed madly on--_to his -death_! - -Jennie sped on, blindly, half unconsciously. A horrible sound filled -her ears--the death-cry of her father--the gasping groan of her -murdered mother. She knew not her own danger; she only felt some -frightful danger was driving her on, she knew not whither. - -She sped on past a dark, crouching form, and then felt, rather than -saw, another figure rise up before her. With a low gasping moan she -sunk unresistingly into the outstretched arms; her senses fled and she -fainted. - -The half-breed also heard the cry and answered it with one of exultant -triumph, for he believed that the fugitive must soon drop from -exhaustion, when she would become an easy prey to him. But he was -doomed to a bitter disappointment. - -He noted the abrupt cessation of Jennie's footsteps, and tricky -himself, he suspected some ruse upon her part; most probably an attempt -at doubling upon him. To defeat this he paused and listened intently. - -He saw a dark figure rise up almost within arm's length of him, -and believing it to be his intended victim, he sprung forward with -outstretched hands, crying: - -"You may as well gi' up, my dear--" - -Thus far he spoke, and no further. For a strong hand clutched his -throat, and as the tall form towered above him, the gleam of a -descending knife-blade filled his eyes. The half-breed made one -desperate effort to free himself; he was not given time for more. - -But he was held like a child, and then the keen knife hissed down--then -with a horrible _thud_, the hilt fairly struck against his chest. The -long blade had cloven his heart in twain. - -Still he made a desperate effort--his death-throe, it was--and freed -his throat from the vise-like grip fastened upon it. A single wild yell -broke from his lips, and then he sunk a lifeless weight in the arms of -his conqueror, a corpse. - -Still the alarm was given, and that last cry bade fair to avenge its -author's death. For it had reached the ears of the still scuffling -savages, and awoke them to their folly. - -They recognized the voice of their leader, and one of them had placed -the sound; and he quickly communicated it to his comrades. Then with -shrill yells of anger they sprung forward, eager to assist or avenge -their chief, as the case might be. - -"Put the gal down, Jack," muttered Tobe Castor--for it was indeed -him--speaking in a quick tone. "The imps is a comin' hot fut. Let the -women hunker down cluss ahind the log. It's _fight_ now, an' we'll hev -our hands full 'thout _them_!" - -The trio--Castor, Wilson and Stevens--drew together, the better to meet -the shock they knew must soon come. They could not avoid it by flight; -that course would be certain destruction, as they well knew. - -The three women had been placed in a clump of bushes bordering and -overhanging a large fallen tree and against this, on the opposite side, -the men backed, as by it they secured themselves from being assailed -upon all sides at the same time. Tobe again spoke: - -"Fire as I do, an' then drap down on yer faces. Ef they shoot at the -bleeze, thet'll mebbe save us. Then do the best you know how, with cold -steel an' clubbed rifles, ef so be they make a rush." - -There was no time for further instructions, if such had been needed. -But the others knew what lay before them well enough. They knew it -would probably result in a hand-to-hand combat, that could scarcely end -otherwise than in their destruction. And yet they did not flinch. They -had dear and helpless ones to fight for, as well as their own lives. - -The yelling red-skins came on at full speed, until within a short -distance of the borderers, when they abruptly paused; the ominous -stillness awed them. They could not comprehend it. - -One Eye did not answer; then he must be dead. Nothing could be heard of -his slayer or slayers. Therefore they could not have fled, or the sound -of their footsteps would have been heard. And would they have remained -here, unless in strong force, sufficient to successfully resist the -braves of the dead half-breed? - -But then the more impatient of the Sioux, excited by the slight taste -of blood they had in the death of the two fugitives, gave a cry and -sprung forward. The rest followed, in a compact mass; a fatal move upon -their part. - -The three men standing beside the fallen tree could now faintly -distinguish the enemy, as they surmounted a slight knoll. Knowing the -advantage of a first blow, Castor leveled his rifle, the action being -closely imitated by his comrades, and then fired. - -The three reports sounded almost as one, and carried death and dismay -into the ranks of the Sioux. The horrible death-yells and groans of -agony told how fatal had been the discharge, and, as with one impulse, -the survivors broke and fled, without firing one shot. - -But this panic was only momentary. Then they rallied, and proceeded to -concert some plan for the revenge the blood of their fallen comrades -demanded at their hands. - -The three borderers dropped to the ground, as agreed upon, but this -precaution was needless, as we have already seen. Then they began -hurriedly re-charging their weapons, full well knowing there would be -further need of them, ere the affair was over. - -"They are driven back--why not take the women and slip away?" whispered -Wilson, cautiously, he being nearest to Tobe. - -"Don't be a fool, Ed--_don't_, fer marcy's sake. They'd hear us, an' -then we'd be in a nice fix--I guess _not_. Thet's jest what they want -the most. They don't know how we're fixed now, and 'll fight shy fer a -time. No, we must stick it out here--fer a time, anyhow." - -Their weapons recharged, the three men crouched down in anxious -waiting. Especially was John Stevens troubled. - -He feared the worst. He had found Jennie, his sister, fleeing from a -spot where had been going on a desperate fight for life. But where were -the others? his father and mother? Were they dead, or also fugitives in -the forest? - -That was a query he feared to answer, but something down in his -heart told him that a great calamity had occurred: that he was now -parentless. Still, there was a faint hope. Jennie had escaped with -life; then might not the others have fared equally as well? - -Fortunately he had something to distract his thoughts, in a measure. -Otherwise he would have gone mad. But now he must bear up for the sake -of his sister--his loved one and her friends. They were in imminent -peril, and upon his arms partly depended their hopes of preservation. - -The groans of the dying wretches had ceased, and all was once more -still in the forest. Even the insects had seemed to cease their -humming, and the faint breeze to die utterly away. The stillness was -awful--depressing in the extreme. - -For despite this seeming peacefulness, they well knew that bloodthirsty -and unscrupulous foes were busily compassing their destruction. They -knew that some subtle plot was being concocted by the savages, who -would be fairly wild with rage and thirst for revenge. This suspense -was harder to bear than the deadliest strife would have been, for while -they knew their peril was imminent, they knew not in which direction it -would first appear, nor the shape it would assume. - -But they had not long to wait for the knowledge. A faint rustling sound -at some little distance first met their vigilant ears, although no -human form could be seen. This for a time puzzled them, as the sound -appeared confined to a circumscribed space, near the little knoll upon -which the Indians had stood when the fatal volley was discharged at -them. - -Then this rustling ceased, and another sound took its place. Castor -uttered a grunt of dismay, as though he comprehended the meaning of -this. Wilson whispered: - -"What is it, Tobe?" - -"Wait an' you'll see soon a plenty. _Cuss_ the pesky imps!" and the old -scout fairly ground his teeth with intense ire. - -And in the course of a few moments they _did_ see, sure enough. A -faint, flickering glow--not a blaze, at least visible to them--shone -forth upon the knoll, only a few yards distant from its crest. At this -moment, Stevens and Wilson divined the truth, as Castor had already -done. - -_The Indians were building a fire!_ - -Their object in thus doing was plain. They felt assured their enemy had -not fled, and by this light they counted upon discovering their covert, -without serious risk to themselves. - -"_Cuss_ the imp!" hissed Castor, wrathfully. "He's hid behind a rock -or log or somethin' else, or I'd soon sicken the dog, fer good. But we -must git out o' here, jest the quickest!" - -"But how? Surely they wouldn't leave a path open for us? They must have -surrounded us, to guard against any move like that," muttered Wilson. - -"I know thet--I ain't sech a pesky fool as to make a _run_ fer it, -yit. But ef we stay here tell thet light bleezes up--as _'twill_ -shortly--we're gone suckers, fer shore! But we must git over the log, -here. Thar's a big fork in it, whar we kin hunker down, an' hev the -bushes fer kiver, too. Then they cain't rout us out 'thout makin' a -rush fer it; which they won't be apt to do afore day, anyhow. So up -with ye, one at a time, an' git the wimmen onder kiver." - -"You go first--if you know where the fork is." - -"I'd _orter_ know--seein's as how I durned nigh broke my neck over the -pesky thing a-tumblin' down whar we run up, a bit ago. But when you -come, don't make no n'ise, 'less you'll hev a load o' lead in your -karkidge as 'll be mighty onhandy to kerry about." - -So speaking, the old scout cautiously rose up and crawled upon the -log. The fire was now blazing up quite briskly, and already casting out -a circle of light that nearly reached the tree-trunk. There was no time -to be lost. - -Jennie was still half-senseless, and, stooping, the old scout gently -raised her in his arms, and, in a low, guarded whisper, bade the other -two women follow him. Though trembling with apprehension, they obeyed, -without a word. - -Castor glided through the bushes, along the log for a few paces, -and then pausing, lowered Jennie to the ground. It was a narrow -space between two forks of the tree, that were here some two feet in -thickness, while over and around them, grew a dense fringe of bushes -and vines. - -There was ample room for the entire party, and while hidden from the -enemies' view, by lying down, they were protected in a great measure -from any bullets that might be discharged into their covert. Upon -this fact Tobe had counted when he determined to remove from the spot -rendered untenable by the rapidly-increasing light of the fire. - -The women safe placed, Castor turned and whispered to his comrades. -Wilson was already over the log, and Stevens speedily followed his -example. Then they sought the new refuge, where they knelt down with -senses upon the keen alert, and rifles ready for use. - -"You wimmen keep cluss," continued Castor. "Them pesky reds is mighty -keerless, sometimes, an' one o' thar bullits mought chaince to hit ye. -Hurt, too, they would; bet yer life they _do_!" - -"What do you think they will do now?" anxiously queried Wilson. - -"Don't know. Tell you better a'ter a bit. But then you'll know jest as -soon's I will, come to think o' it. Hist! jes' lis'en to _thet_!" - -This exclamation was drawn forth by a series of sounds that suddenly -broke the stillness of the forest. They seemed to come from every -point of the compass, forming a terribly-significant concert, when the -listeners so well knew the true performers. - -The faint howling as of wolves; the whistle of the night-hawk; the -chirp of the tree-toad or ground squirrel; the mournful cry of the -rain-crow--with still other sounds, came from the forest depths, -telling the fugitives that their foes were upon the alert--that they -were surrounded by a cordon of bloodthirsty and cunning enemies, whose -every power would be strenuously exerted to wreak a fearful vengeance -upon the slayers of their fallen comrades. - -The fire blazed higher and more brightly, casting a flood of light over -all surrounding objects, plainly revealing the long log, behind which -crouched the fugitives. But still, not a trace of the savages could be -seen, though keen and practiced eyes swept every foot of the ground -revealed. - -Then the signals abruptly ceased, and even the fire appeared to burn -without noise. A stillness as of death swept over the forest. The -moment of action was evidently nigh at hand. - -"Keep your eyes peeled, boys," muttered Tobe Castor, as his teeth -clenched and his eyes glittered with a strange glow. "They know jest -about whar we be, an' 'll show thar hands 'fore long. Plug the fust -varmint as you kin draw a bead on, but don't waste 'ary shot." - -It was evident that the savages had determined upon the position of -the fugitives, but then a wide stretch was given them, for the log was -some fifty or sixty feet in length, the entire body of it fringed with -bushes, any point along it sufficiently dense for the fugitives to hide -in. This fact alone kept the Indians from making a desperate onset at -once. - -Then a rifle-shot rung out from the gloom beyond the broad circle of -light. The bullet sunk with a dull thud into the decayed log, some feet -from the fugitives. - -Another and another rung forth, from different points of the compass, -but still not a cry or a sound came to tell the Indians of the exact -spot occupied by their intended victims. One of the bullets tore its -way through the cheek of Tobe Castor, but he did not flinch or move, -save to brush the hot blood from his eyes. - -Then a series of cries ran along the cordon of dusky warriors. Its -meaning was comprehended by the old scout, who muttered: - -"It's comin' in airnest, now, boys! Pick yer game an' drap it. Then -load up, ef you hev time." - -The words still hissed upon his lips, when a wild whoop resounded from -every side of their position; and then a number of dusky figures -appeared in view. But they did not advance boldly; instead, they sprung -from side to side, yelling frightfully and brandishing their weapons in -the air above their heads. - -Castor was too wise a veteran to be fooled in the manner they evidently -counted upon. His hands checked the less experienced men, whose eyes -were already glancing along their rifle-barrels. - -"Don't shoot--fer yer lives don't shoot yit!" he hissed, warningly. -"They on'y want to find out whar we be. Don't ye see? Wait ontil they -make a gineral rush." - -His prudence was soon confirmed, for like magic the yelling crowd and -the dim, phantom-like figures disappeared as though they had sunk into -the ground. Evidently the red-skins were puzzled, knowing now that -either their prey had fled, or else were far more cunning then they had -given them credit for. - -Thus another half-hour expired, and still no direct assault was made, -although an occasional shot was discharged into the bush-screened -log. An overruling Providence seemed to shield the fugitives, for as -yet, the crease upon Tobe Castor's cheek was the only wound the party -had received, though more than once the hissing missiles had passed -so close that their venomous whistle could be distinguished by the -besieged. - -Then Tobe gave a faint hiss. His comrades gazed in the direction his -finger pointed, and they beheld a faint, shadowy figure upon the -ground, at only a few yards' distance. Under other circumstances this -would hardly have been noticed, or if so, would have been thought a -mere shadow; but now, with his senses sharpened by peril, Castor knew -that it was the form of an Indian, who was crawling up toward them, -evidently with the intention of learning their exact position; a sort -of forlorn hope, in which he risked his life to benefit his comrades -and work the ruin of his foes. - -"Leave the imp to me," muttered Tobe; "keep a good look-out on your -side fer more o' the same sort. Don't let 'em fool ye!" - - - - -CHAPTER VIII. - -A STROKE FOR VENGEANCE. - - -With painfully throbbing heart, Fred Wilson left his companions and -hastened along the narrow Trace toward the blazing cabin, to learn the -fate of his family. He dreaded the worst, for a strange sensation of -coming evil weighed heavily upon his mind. - -He was not given to superstition or a belief in omens, but now it -seemed as though the spirit of some loved one was hovering around him. -A firm belief assailed him that he was doomed to suffer some deep and -bitter loss. - -And in vain he strove to cast this thought aside; it would return -despite himself. And from a fancy, it became a settled conviction. - -Still it did not prevent him from displaying his usual caution and -skill, and he glided along the path, dark and gloomy though the woods -were, with almost the certainty and ease he would have displayed in -broad daylight. Only at times could he distinguish the reddish glow of -the blazing cabin; at others the densely clustering boughs concealed it -from his vision. - -In this manner he had proceeded over half a mile, when he fancied he -heard the faint sound of cautious footfalls before him. Instantly -pausing, he bent his ear to the ground. He was not deceived; some -person or persons were coming toward him. - -With a wild hope in his heart, the young scout softly drew to one side -of the Trace, and crouched down beside the trunk of a large tree, in -such a position that the passers-by, whoever they might chance to be, -would be momently outlined against a rift in the tree-tops beyond. - -The catlike footfalls came nearer, and then the travelers passed -before him. In the first one he recognized an Indian. He could just -distinguish the nodding plumes upon his head. - -And then the next one he noticed was the same. But he had, -unfortunately, looked one moment too long upon the first passer. By so -doing, he only caught a faint glimpse of the second. The last he saw -more closely. - -There were only three in number, and he believed them all Indians. -Had he known the truth, the entire course of the after events of that -memorable night would have been changed; perhaps for the better. - -For had he known that his friend, John Stevens, was of the number, he -would have dared all to rescue him, and thus learn definitely how the -young settler's mission had terminated. But he was not aware of this, -and so suffered them to pass by, unchallenged. - -Fred then arose and pressed rapidly on, his mind filled with -conflicting emotions. This party were coming direct from the burning -building; then what was he fated to find there? All was still in that -direction. Was the tragedy over? - -And then the young man paused upon the edge of the clearing. With -wildly-beating heart, he gazed out upon the scene of destruction that -lay before him. - -The cabin was one mass of glowing coals, though as yet the walls were -standing. And though his eyes roved keenly around upon the smooth -ground before the building, the dreaded sight met not his gaze. He had -feared he would behold the dead and mangled corses of his family lying -there, weltering in their blood. - -But, as we know, this sight did not greet his eyes, and he derived some -faint consolation from it. All might not yet be lost. - -And with these thoughts, he began cautiously circling around the -clearing, too wise to venture within the broad circle of light, while -ignorant whether there might not be a score of his enemies lurking -near, watching for some other unwary victim. - -He had gained a position nearly opposite the point where he had first -stood, when he received an evidence of the prudence of his caution. A -tall, dark form emerged from the shadows near the mouth of the Trace, -and then strode rapidly toward the building. - -Just then the walls fell in with a loud jar, and as the sparks ascended -skyward in a dense cloud, the blaze burst out afresh, and cast a -still more brilliant light over the scene. By its aid, Fred could see -that the new-comer was an Indian, and an angry glow filled his heart, -as he reflected that this same savage might have been an active agent -in the death of his family. For the young man still believed that he -would find them dead. In no other way could he account for the strange -depression that weighed upon his spirits. - -And he resolved that this one, at least, should never live to boast of -his bloody deeds. He should die, and by his hand. And then he set about -compassing this end. - -In this point again Fortune seemed favoring him. The red-skin stood -motionless for a moment, his eyes roving keenly around the clearing; -then his tall form stooped, and he glided to and fro, evidently -searching for some sign. - -Fred waited in eager anticipation for a moment more favorable than -this, although the range was short, and he could easily have picked off -the savage with his rifle. But this was a move he did not fancy, as he -did not know how many red-skins might be within hearing, and with the -lives of others partly depending upon him, Fred dared not run the risk -of a shot. The blow must be dealt with cold steel, if at all. - -The red-skin ceased his zig-zag movements, and now proceeded in a -direct line. Fred knew that he was following some trail, and to his -stern delight, found that trail led the Indian toward the Lower Trace. - -With sternly-compressed lips and eyes glowing with a strange light, the -young scout glided rapidly toward the point where the Trace began, a -long, keen knife firmly clenched in his hand. He was none too soon, for -scarcely had he crouched behind a tree-trunk, than the Indian entered -the bushes, his head still bowed toward the ground. - -Then he paused, with a slight grunt, as of disappointment. It was none -other than the petty chief who had been with One Eye, or Sloan Young, -and who had started off to put Dusky Dick upon the watch when it was -found the Stevens family had fled. - -Fred Wilson collected his energies and sprung upon the unprepared -red-skin, knife in hand. Ere the assailed could lift a finger in -self-defense, the keen weapon hissed through the air and then buried -itself, with a peculiar _thud_, deep in his broad chest. - -A low, gurgling cry arose to his lips, but then died away with the gush -of blood that filled his throat. Then, as the knife was withdrawn, the -tall form, so lately full of life and strength, tottered and sunk to -the ground, a lump of lifeless clay. - -"You are the first one--but will not be the last, by many more!" -muttered the young scout, with a terrible depth of hatred and revenge -in his tones, as he stooped over the dead man and adroitly removed his -scalp. - -Then he suddenly sprung erect. A significant sound met his ear. A -rifle-shot--an Indian yell, at no very great distance. - -It apparently proceeded from near the spot where he had left the -Stevens family, and Fred feared they had been discovered by the Sioux. -He could do no good by remaining here, as there were no traces of his -family, and he resolved to return at once, though fearing it would be -too late. - -The young scout was not one to hesitate, when once his mind was made -up, and securing the gory scalp to his waist, he entered the forest -once more, gliding with speedy footsteps toward the point where he had -left his friends in hiding. Still, despite his rapid progress, he was -too late. - -As he neared the covert, he uttered the signal agreed upon, but without -an answer. Then he crept forward to the clump of bushes. He parted them -and peered inside. They were untenanted by those whom he sought. - -Fred stood in angry disappointment, not unmingled with apprehension. -He did not know whether Stevens had disobeyed his strict injunctions, -and ventured forth in an attempt to escape unaided, or whether he had -been surprised and taken prisoner, and he dared not strike a light to -discover, lest it should prove a beacon to guide a treacherous bullet -or arrow to his life. - -Then, as he stood there, another sound met his ear; one similar to that -which had drawn him from the clearing, only louder and more protracted. -Two single rifle-shots and then what seemed a united volley, -accompanied by wild yells and whoops. - -There could be no mistaking this. He knew that one party, at least, of -his friends had been attacked by the Indians; most likely those whom he -had taken under his own charge. - -He did not hesitate, only long enough to determine the direction and -probable distance of the strife from where he stood, and then pressed -forward toward it, with as much speed as was consistent with safety. -And now he displayed in an astonishing degree, the skill he had -attained, thanks to the instructions of Tobe Castor. - -He glided through the forest at a half-run, with apparently as much -ease and celerity as though the intense gloom was replaced by broad -daylight, seeming to avoid the tree-trunks and other obstacles by -intuition. And his footfalls made scarcely more noise than those of the -deer, traversing its course with unhasted steps. - -Fred could still distinguish the faint sound of yells and cries, -as though the strife still continued, though there were no more -rifle-shots. This fact puzzled him not a little, though he did not -slacken his pace. - -Then the yells seemed to shift places, continuing only for a few -moments; then dying entirely away. Then again came the loud reports -of firearms, with shrill howls of anguish and terror. The plot was -becoming somewhat tangled and complicated, and Fred's wonder increased. - -Still he proceeded, though more deliberately, for under the -circumstances he thought prudence was the wisest course for him to -follow. Then he uttered a little exclamation as his foot struck against -something yielding. There could be no mistaking this peculiar touch; he -knew that he was standing over a corpse! - -A convulsive shudder ran through his frame as he leaped back apace; but -then he conquered this involuntary repugnance, and advancing, stooped -over the form. Eyesight could avail him nothing here; the sense of -feeling alone must be depended upon. - -His hand touched the body, and a thrill pervaded his form as his -fingers rested upon a soft, slimy substance. He knew it was blood, fast -coagulating. Then a glad hope filled his heart as his hand encountered -the smooth-shaven crown, with the long scalp-lock of an Indian. -Perhaps his friends had not perished, after all! - -He slowly moved away from the corpse, feeling along the ground with -his feet, but for some moments, felt in vain. Then he again touched -something that he knew was another victim. - -Stooping, his hand rested upon the unmistakable dress of a white man. -Gliding up the body, he then felt of the face. The long heavy beard -there confirmed his suspicions. He felt assured that the dead body of -Wesley Stevens lay before him. - -And then a low cry of agonizing horror broke from his lips, as he -touched a woman's dress. He staggered back and sunk to the ground, -trembling and unnerved. He feared the worst. He dreaded to move, lest -he should find the dead and mangled corse of his loved one--of sweet -Jennie Stevens. - -But then with an effort he aroused himself, and without a thought for -the danger he might thus incur, he struck a match and bent over the -forms of the ill-fated fugitives. By its faint flickering rays, he -recognized the father and mother; the light also showed him the bare -and gory skulls where the scalps had been ruthlessly torn away. - -He only saw this much, when the match burned to his finger tips and -then expired. Tremblingly he essayed to light another, but he was -too greatly unnerved. He sunk down upon the blood-stained ground and -covered his eyes as though he would shut out the horrible vision that -filled his brain. - -It was a moment of frightful torture, and it seemed as though he would -go mad. He believed that the dear one, whom he loved better than his -own life, was lying near at hand, dead--murdered like her parents. - -But then with an effort he aroused up. Though sick at heart, his hands -were steady as he struck another match. He had nerved himself to bear -the worst, now. - -The light cast a faint glow around, but the dreaded sight did not meet -his staring eyes. As he strode around the spot hope sprung up in his -heart, once more. - -A whip-like report broke the stillness of the air, so close that Fred -started back and dropped the match, believing that he had been the -target. But then he beheld his mistake, as another and yet another -shot rung out at some little distance to his left. He also heard shrill -yells, that he knew could only proceed from the throats of red-skins. - -His eyes flashed instinctively and he clutched his rifle with a firm -grip. He remembered now the second series of shots and yells he had -heard; these were probably a continuation of those. If so, then the -savages who had slain his friends were yet at hand, and if Jennie was -taken a prisoner, she must be there also. - -If so, perhaps he could effect her rescue now. But then who could be -the ones at whom the shots were fired? His family? Fred uttered a low -cry of eager hope as this idea flashed across his mind. - -The young scout listened for a moment, and then glided forward in the -direction from whence came the sounds. Scarcely had he made the first -step, when the cries died away. But still advancing, Fred soon caught a -glimpse of a bright light before him. - -More cautiously he crept on, every sense upon the keen alert, until he -paused beside a huge tree whose butt was surrounded by a dense growth -of bushes, and then gazed out upon the scene. He beheld a huge bonfire, -blazing upon a slight knoll. But not a living figure was in sight. - -Then as he gazed, a dark figure glided between him and the fire; the -light shining brightly, revealed the features of an Indian. Then, like, -a shadow, this melted away. The stillness began to be oppressive, and -Fred could scarcely comprehend the drama that was being enacted before -him. - -Leaving the tree, he glided stealthily along through the gloom, -intending to incircle the bonfire, and discover, if possible, who were -attacked by the Indians. He knew there were enemies close about him, -and he brought his keenest powers into play, making scarcely more noise -than would have done a serpent. - -He had gone but a few yards, when he heard a slight rustling a little -to one side, and, pausing, he speedily distinguished the form of a man, -evidently a red-skin. It seemed as though he must be discovered, and -Fred drew his limbs together for the emergency; but the savage brushed -past him, almost close enough for their extended arms to have met. If -he saw the dusky figure of the young scout, he evidently mistook it -for one of his own comrades. - -With a long-drawn breath of relief, Fred passed on, his eyes roving -keenly in every direction. Keeping at a certain distance from the -fire, he had covered nearly one-fourth of the distance necessary for a -complete circuit, when a new peril threatened him; one that he did not -see in time to avoid. - -He noted the form of an Indian coming toward him, just without the -circle of light. Anxiously he watched the movements of this foe. He -could not retreat, as that would only subject him to suspicion, and the -red-man was so close that the slightest movement would be heard. - -And yet the savage was coming directly toward him. Fred crouched lower -and drew his knife partly from its sheath. He had not time for more, -when the savage paused directly beside him, his eyes bent upon a long -line of bushes at but a few paces distance. Then he spoke in a low -tone, using the Sioux dialect. - -"Gray Bull is creeping up to find the pale-faces. Let my brother keep -his rifle ready to shoot them as they spring up." - -Fred did not reply, lest his voice should betray him, but he stealthily -drew his knife from its sheath. Then the savage turned toward him, in -evident surprise at not being answered. - -The fire blazed up afresh, as the topmost sticks broke and fell down. -A ray of light penetrated the bushes, and fell fairly athwart the pale -features of the scout and those of his copper-tinted companion. - -Fred beheld the wondering look--the quick change that told of -recognition, and knew that only the promptest action could preserve his -life. His left hand shot out and clutched the throat of the red-skin, -and then the keen knife hissed through the air. - -But with a sudden start back, the Indian freed his throat in time to -utter a wild yell of alarm, ere the weapon drank his life's blood. Then -for a brief moment all was still. - -Then a single rifle-shot rung out, and Fred felt the bullet crease his -neck. He knew that he was discovered and leaping to his feet he leveled -his rifle at an advancing Indian and fired. Then with a hoarse, defiant -shout, mingled with a death-yell from the stricken savage, he turned -and fled from the spot. - -A frightful tumult arose, and the woods echoed with the swift, heavy -tramp of the Sioux as they dashed in hot pursuit after their daring foe. - - - - -CHAPTER IX. - -OUT OF THE TRAP. - - -Tobe Castor keenly watched the slowly approaching red-skin. He could -long since have disposed of him by a rifle-shot, had he felt so -inclined; but that he did not choose to do. If he did, then the main -object of the savages would be accomplished. Once given the exact -position of the pale-faces, such a storm of bullets would be poured in -upon them that death would be inevitable. - -The old scout had decided upon a plan of action that he believed might -work, though the chances were greatly against it. He saw that the -red-skin would strike the bushes, if he maintained the course he had -begun, at only a few feet from where crouched the fugitives. - -The bushes, interlaced with vines and creepers, were very dense, and a -person standing close upon the outside could not perceive those within, -by night, unless he first parted the screen. This was what the savage -would have to do, in case he accomplished his object. - -Castor hoped to be able to quiet this dangerous customer with the -knife, and so quietly that those who were watching his progress, -would still be at a loss as to their exact whereabouts. It would be -difficult, though he believed it could be done. - -Warning his comrades by a gesture to remain perfectly quiet, the old -scout moved along by slow degrees so as to intercept the savage. When -the point was gained directly in front of the creeping figure, Castor -paused and prepared his knife for use. - -But the trial was not yet to come. A strange and unexpected -interruption came and afforded the besieged a respite, none the less -welcome, because unlooked for. - -There resounded a hoarse, gurgling yell--a rifle-shot--another; and -then the defiant shout in the unmistakable voice of a white man. -Following, came wild cries and whoops from the red-skins. - -It was indeed the discovery of the young scout, Fred Wilson, although -his friends did not know it. And a most fortunate occurrence it proved -to be, at least for them. - -The savages were bewildered and knew not what to make of the affair. -But then all seemed clear. - -The strange silence of the pale-faces was now explained. They no longer -wondered that no reply had come from the bush-screened log, when they -had so plentifully bestowed their leaden favors upon it. They had been -upon a false scent, all the time. The hated pale-faces were not there, -but had given them the slip, and but for a fortunate discovery would -have crept entirely away and left them in the lurch. - -Much in this manner the Sioux reasoned, and then with their thrilling -war-whoop, they bounded after the fleeing scout, eager for his scalp, -though they believed it was the entire party instead of only one. Their -own footfalls prevented them from learning their mistake, by the tramp -of the fugitive. - -The red-skin who had acted on the "forlorn hope" also sprung up and -dashed away to join the pursuit. Others dashed by, while the concealed -fugitives held their breath at this strange proceeding. - -Castor turned and glided back to join his companions. He was as greatly -puzzled as were the others. - -"What is it, Tobe? I thought that sounded like Fred's voice," whispered -Wilson. - -"I didn't notice--but the last shot favored his gun mightily. Could it -be him?" - -"Mayn't it be a trick of theirs to get us to show ourselves?" suggested -John Stevens. - -"It mought--but I sca'cely think it. You see, too many o' them went. -An' they're kerryin' it too fur. Lis'en--you kin hear 'em a-screechin' -'way off thar yit," and Tobe harkened intently. - -"What shall we do? Stay here, or try to slip off?" - -"Jest as you think best. _I_ b'lieve our plan is to travel. It _may_ be -a trick, an' ef so, we're gone, shore. Ef not, we stand a show. Anyhow, -ef we stay here ontel day, they'll hev us then, easy. But jest as you -say--on'y be quick 'bout it, 'ca'se thar's no time to waste." - -"I think we had better risk it," added Wilson, resolutely. - -"All right, then. Here goes. I'll show up fust, an' ef they don't -plug me, do you foller. Step as though you was a-walkin' on sleepin' -rattlers, an' don't make no fuss. Ready?" - -A murmur gave assent, and then Tobe emerged from his covert, crouching -low down in the shade cast by the bushes, and gliding off from the -fire. Not a sound betrayed the presence of any enemy, and the others -ventured forth, using the same precautions that their leader had taken. - -They proceeded thus for full hundred yards, when Castor halted them. -They paused in momentary alarm, but his first words banished their -apprehensions. - -"It's all right yit. I on'y wanted to tell you what we must do. We'll -have to take to the hosses, ef the imps hain't found them, or they -hain't broken loose. Then we kin 'ither take the Trace, or cut through -the woods, jest's you think best." - -"We leave it all to you. But it's dangerous stopping here so close. -Some of those devils may come back and stumble upon us." - -"The more haste the wuss speed, you know. You must wait here ontil I go -an see if the animiles is safe. They may hev found 'em an' left a guard -thar to cut us off ef we tried to git to 'em. You wait here ontel you -hear me whistle; then come on as quiet as you kin." - -With these words Castor glided away in the darkness, leaving the little -party to uneasily await the result of his scout. But a few moments of -suspense were they forced to endure; then came the welcome whistle, and -with glad hearts they pressed forward. In a few moments more they were -beside the horses, that still stood as they had been left. - -It will be remembered that the Wilson party were yet consulting as to -the best course for them to pursue, at the point where Castor had left -the husband and wife, while he sought for the missing Annie, when the -uproar attending the attack upon the Stevens family broke upon their -hearing. Suspecting the truth, the party had left the horses as they -were hitched, and rushed forward toward the spot, hoping to be enabled -to assist their friends. Thus it is that we find them once more in -possession of their animals. - -"Now here's four critters, an' thar's six o' us. Let the wimmen an' -Ed ride--he's the least able to stand a ja'nt afoot. Up with ye--no -talkin', Ed. Ef so be't any one o' us two gits tuckered out, we'll -change 'th you." - -In another score of moments the little party were ready for a start. -Tobe Castor led the way, then the horses, and after them came John -Stevens. - -By mutual consent the old scout was allowed to direct their course, -and he chose to proceed, for some time at least, through the forest -as being safer than treading in the beaten Trace. He knew that along -it had hastened Dusky Dick and his gang of cut-throats, and felt -assured that they would soon discover the _ruse_ by which they had -been deceived, and thus would naturally turn back to find where they -had lost the trail. By following the Trace, there would be danger of -meeting him. - -It was tedious traveling, but it was the road to safety, and the -fugitives bore their hardships with as good a grace as possible. The -spirits of all were gloomy enough, but the hearts of the brother and -sister were sore indeed. - -Jennie had told her story, and they knew their parents were both dead. -The blow was a bitter one, and only for the absolute necessity for -their restraining their feelings, in order to preserve their own lives, -both of them would have given way beneath it. - -And thus the night wore on. The forest was traversed and left behind -the fugitives, who had placed a full score of miles behind them ere the -light of day came over the western hills. - -The eyes of the old scout, who was some yards ahead of the party, roved -keenly and anxiously over the country, searching for what he hoped not -to find; some trace of their enemies. And for a time he was agreeably -disappointed. - -They were now in a sort of open prairie, at this point rolling and -uneven. Scattered hither and yon were small clumps of trees surrounded -with smaller bushes and shrubs. The prairie was covered nearly -waist-deep with a coarse grass, thickly mixed with weeds. - -To the left of the party, and extending some little distance to their -rear, was a line or chain of hills, rocky and bleak-looking. They were -not far distant at this point, hardly a mile. - -"Do you see any thing, Tobe?" asked Wilson, uneasily, glancing at the -guide. - -"Yas--a plenty, but nothin' to git skeered at, as I knows on. I don't -see ary a red. Reckon we gi' them the dirty shake last night." - -"I hope so. But will it be safe to rest a bit? The women need it, and -so do the animals. A bite of food will do no harm--though we have no -water." - -"I don't know but 'twould be best. We must stop some time, an' now 's -jest as good a time 's any. Thar at thet _motte_ yander, we'll stop. -Thar's a good spring, too. So we'll not go thusty," said Castor, -indicating a small clump of timber some few hundred yards before them. - -The fugitives were now upon a ridge, whose hight afforded them a fair -view of the country, and while Castor spoke, his eyes were keenly -scrutinizing the prairie beyond. He suddenly paused, with a cry of -angry dismay. - -"What is it, Tobe?" cried Stevens, gliding forward. - -"Looky yander!--_Injuns, by the 'tarnal!_" hissed the old ranger, as he -extended an arm before him. - -Thus directed, the gaze of the party was riveted upon an alarming -sight. And as they gazed, their hearts sunk within them, for they saw -that Castor was right. - -Upon a ridge at perhaps a half-mile distance, could plainly be -distinguished a number of footmen, whose wild aspect as their plumed -and ornamented crests rose above the tall, still grass, told they were -indeed savages. Their number could not be much less than a score; -perhaps more. - -"Let's get out of sight in the hollow," muttered Stevens as he sprung -to the head of Annie's horse. "Quick! before they see us!" - -"Too late--too late, boy!" muttered Castor, his glowing eyes sweeping -around their position. "D'y' hear _that_?" - -As he spoke, faint, far-away yells of discovery came to their ears, -borne upon the light breeze. And then the savages were observed to -bound forward toward them, spreading out as if to surround their -intended prey. - -"Quick! to the timber--it is our only chance now!" shouted Stevens -excitedly, as he urged the snorting horse forward. - -"Back--hold on, boy," cried Castor, a determined expression resting -upon his countenance "'Twon't do--they'd rout us out o' thar in a -minnit. We must try somethin' else." - -"But what? My God! man, do you intend to stay here and let them murder -us all?" almost shrieked Wilson. - -"No--follow me. Let the hosses went--don't hold 'em in. Keep up 'th me -ef you kill the critters!" - -As Tobe spoke, he turned abruptly to the left, and dashed off at full -speed. For a moment the others hesitated, but his decisive action -overruled their doubts, and they hotly followed in his lead. - -It seemed a suicidal course, this one of the old scout's, for he was -leaving the friendly _motte_ almost directly behind him, and was -speeding over the rolling prairie toward a point where there was -nothing to be seen save a bare hillside. And after them came the wildly -yelling red-skins, who now seemed confident of their prey, for the -thick, tangled weeds impeded the advance of a horse still more than -that of a footman. - - - - -CHAPTER X. - -A DOUBLE CHASE. - - -Fred Wilson little guessed the good his daring course had accomplished -for his friends, or he would not have so bitterly cursed his foolhardy -daring in thus running into such a scrape. But the harm was did and he -could only strive his best to free himself from the dangerous position -it threw him into. - -He slung his rifle across his back by the strap appended and thus with -his arms free, he dashed on with renewed speed; though the best pace -one could maintain there in such dense woods, was comparatively slow. -Still it tried one the greater, for a tree-trunk would not be visible -until almost run against, and then a quick, active leap was necessary -to avoid it. - -Fred could hear the rush of many feet behind him, and also the -continued signaling of his foes, telling him that a stern race for -life and death was to be the result. And almost unconsciously the -presentiment that had before assailed him, returned with augmented -force. - -Still he did not falter or neglect a single precaution by which his -case might be aided. His mind was made up to adopt a bold _ruse_, and -now he strained every nerve to its utmost tension in order to gain the -necessary vantage ground that would enable him to put this plan into -execution. - -As he gained the beaten Trace, Wilson turned and dashed down it, -although he would thus lose some ground if his pursuers had spread out, -as he felt assured they had. But then he could place full confidence in -his fleetness of foot, and felt that with a clear road, he could easily -regain the ground thus lost. - -Along the path he sped until he reached and passed the still-glowing -embers of his late home. But when about a half-mile beyond this, he -deemed his chance good enough, and pausing beneath a huge tree, he -clutched a low limb and adroitly swung himself up into the branches. -Here he lay still, striving to quiet his hard and rapid breathing, lest -it should betray his hiding. - -It was a full minute before the first red-skin passed beneath his -perch, and Fred found that he had gained more ground than he had -supposed. Not noticing the sudden cessation of his footsteps, the Sioux -pressed on at hot speed, little dreaming how narrowly they were missing -their intended victim. - -For some time after their passing Fred remained motionless, but then -he stealthily crept up higher until near the tree-top, where he could -remain hidden, even in the daytime, safe from all prying eyes, unless -their owner should take a fancy to climb the tree and make a close -examination; an occurrence that was not at all likely to take place, -as Fred's footprints had, in all probability, been obliterated by those -of the running savages. - -For full an hour Fred remained there, but then, hearing no sound of -his foes, he descended, and struck once more into the woods. He had -pondered long and well over his situation, and knowing he could effect -nothing for his friends, owing to his ignorance of their whereabouts, -he had resolved to set out for the settlements, and, if possible, there -raise a force to return and either rescue them, if captured, or avenge -their murder, if dead, as he feared they were. - -Before the day broke he had gained the open prairie, and then paused -in a clump of trees, in order to see if the coast was clear for his -further progress, as soon as the sun should arise. To hasten this end, -he scaled a tall tree, and from its top-branches, he eagerly scanned -the prairie, as well as the dim light would admit. - -But until the sun had fairly arisen, his search was useless. Then, -however, his heart beat rapidly, and he saw how wise had been his -precaution. - -At nearly a mile's distance, he could just distinguish the forms of a -number of human beings. Keenly observing them, he first saw that they -were in the direct Trace, and were approaching him at a rapid pace. -Then he perceived that they were Indians. - -Fred hastily descended a few feet to where the limbs were thick, and -then crouched down, his eyes once more bent fixedly upon the foe. The -sun shone full upon them now, and he counted over a score in all. - -As they descended into the hollow, he lost sight of them for a moment, -but then they reappeared upon the crest, next to the one upon which -stood the grove he had sought refuge in. The Trace ran within a few -yards of this _motte_, and the young man began to feel apprehensive as -to his own safety. - -The savages kept on, and now Fred could distinguish the form and -features of a white man; of Dusky Dick, and his teeth grated fiercely -together as he felt a stern desire to avenge the supposed destruction -of his family upon the renegade. But to do so now would be equivalent -to his own death. - -Then the party gained the ridge, and paused; some pointing toward the -_motte_ where the young man was concealed. As Fred anxiously watched -their every motion, he heard them yell wildly, and believed he was -discovered. - -Throwing forward his rifle-muzzle, he glanced along the barrel. The -double sights drew full upon the head of the renegade, and only a -slight pressure of the forefinger would have sounded Dusky Dick's -death-knell. - -But that pressure was not given, for just then the red-skins, led by -Dusky Dick, turned and dashed down the hillside, with long, loud yells. -In surprise Fred glanced at the further ridge, and a cry of wonder -broke from his lips. - -He could quite plainly distinguish another party; these unmistakably -white. He also noted the flowing drapery of women; three in number. And -then the truth burst upon his mind like a revelation. - -These were his friends, who had successfully passed through the trials -of that eventful night, only to be again confronted by their bitter and -relentless enemies, when just upon the verge of safety! - -As he beheld them turn and flee, Fred hastily descended from his perch, -and then, without thought or reflecting upon the risk he would thus -incur, he dashed down the hill after the red-skins. Fortunately for -him, the entire thoughts of the Indians were turned upon the fugitives -before them, and not a backward glance was given, or else this rash -move would probably have resulted fatally for the young ranger. And -then they gained the ridge and passed beyond his sight. - -Before he also gained the crest, Fred's natural good sense returned, -and he proceeded with more circumspection. - -He kept tolerably well screened by the tall weeds, while descending, -until the savages were once more hidden from view behind a swell; and -then he dashed on with the velocity of a race-horse. As he gained the -second crest, Fred again paused. - -He could still distinguish both parties, and then, as his eyes rested -upon the hills beyond, a glad cry broke from his lips, a bright light -filled his eyes, and after hesitating for a moment, he turned and -dashed at full speed along the back track, his eyes sparkling with a -new-born determination. - - - - -CHAPTER XI. - -AT BAY! - - -Tobe Castor led the way at a rapid pace, his tall form making some -fairly wonderful leaps, doubling up in order to carry his long legs -clear of the dense weeds and shrubs. At any other time his queer antics -would have provoked a smile from the spectators, but now they were -entirely too much concerned about their own safety to indulge in such -demonstrations. - -Behind them, at less than a half-mile's distance, were a score of -bloodthirsty demons, yelling and whooping in eager exultation, as -though their hands were already upon the coveted scalps, and all -resistance was over. This knowledge, then, was not the most favorable -for awakening a sense of the ludicrous, and the only idea his great -bounds called forth was a desire to keep pace with him. - -More than once the old scout was forced to slacken his pace, so as to -avoid distancing the jaded horses, and an uneasy light filled his eyes -as he noted how rapidly the savages were coming up with them, lessening -the intervening distance with every bound. And yet not more than -one-half the distance to the hill had been covered. - -"Make haste, Ed--dog-on it, man, _put_ the critters down to it!" he -hissed, impatiently, at one of these slackenings. "Use your knife fer a -spur." - -"Where are you going? They're overtaking us fast!" apprehensively cried -the old settler, glancing backward over his shoulder. - -"To the hill yander--ef they let us. Use the knife, I tell ye--ef you -don't, we're goners!" - -Under the impulse of this novel spur, the horses dashed forward with -considerably-augmented speed, and now the hills loomed up quite near. -But so were the red-skins, who now began sending their compliments -after the fugitives, in the shape of sundry leaden bullets, but as -the Indians feared to pause in order to secure a good aim, lest the -fugitives should thus be able to distance them, there was little to -dread save from some random missile. - -Tobe Castor then cried out: - -"Foller right on through the openin' thar; then turn to your left, -right sharp." - -As he uttered these words, the old scout dashed ahead at an astonishing -rate of speed, and entered a narrow defile or pass, that here cut -through the range of hills. As his comrades could see, he turned to the -left, as he had directed them to do. - -With anxiously-beating hearts, the fugitives dashed through the pass, -and then, guided by a loud cry in the voice of their friend, turned to -the left and reached the spot where he was standing. - -"'Light--quicker'n thunder! You wimmen run into them bushes thar, an' -lay close. Ed, you an' Jack stan' by me. We'll sicken the imps fer -good, this time!" hurriedly muttered the scout, as he lifted Jennie -Stevens from his horse's back; then striking the animal violently with -his hand, it dashed off at full speed along the hill's foot. - -The other two women leaped to the ground, as did Wilson, who secured -the bundle of provisions, half-unconsciously. And this move was -completed none too soon, for the next moment the yelling savages sprung -into view through the pass, brandishing their weapons like mad. - -"Now--gi' them your rifles, an' then fall back to the bresh yander. -Ef they foller, let 'em hev your 'volvers," cried Tobe Castor, as his -long, heavy rifle uprose to a level. - -The Indians paused abruptly, uttering cries of wondering dismay. Why -this bold stand upon the part of the fugitives, and where were the -women who had so lately been with them? Could they still be fleeing -upon the horses, whose rapidly-retreating hoof-strokes could still be -distinguished? - -"_Now!_" hissed Castor, and the three rifles spoke. - -Two of the enemy went down without a struggle; a third reeled back with -an arm swinging helplessly at his side. But neither of them was the -renegade; he had not yet put in an appearance. - -"Now drap back to the bresh, boys," and Tobe coolly retreated. - -Just then Dusky Dick sprung into view, and with a wild yell, urged his -men on. As the borderers fell back, the Sioux dashed ahead, discharging -a few arrows; their firearms had all been long since emptied. - -"Gi' them some more," coolly muttered Tobe, as he drew a heavy -revolver, "Colt's Army," carrying a half-ounce ball with the range and -force of a rifle. - -And now quick and vicious the reports ring out from the three men -standing there at bay. Chamber after chamber was discharged with fair -effect. - -It was not in Indian nature to stand this long, more especially as -they had not the means of returning the compliment. Dusky Dick was one -of the first to fall, and then, missing his voice, his men retreated -to the entrance of the gap, concealing themselves as best they could -behind the numerous bowlders that there skirted the prairie. - -"Into the bresh an' load up, boys," said Castor, as he coolly leveled -his second pistol at a wounded red-skin, who was slowly crawling away -from the spot of death. - -The revolver cracked, and the Indian made no further motion. Then, with -a grim smile, the old scout also entered the bushes. - -A most welcome surprise here awaited the fugitives, with the exception -of Castor. The mouth of a cave was revealed behind the bushes, and into -it the women had already made their way. - -This, then, was why Castor had made what had seemed, at the time, a -suicidal move, in not taking to the timber _motte_, and Wilson now -expressed his regret at having spoken so harshly upon that occasion. - -"'Taint no matter, Ed. I don't blame you, for it _did_ look a lettle -queer. But it was our on'y chaince, ye see. They'd 'a' cabbidged us -thar, easy; but in here we kin hold our own ontel they starve us out. -This is whar Fred 'n' me killed the b'ar this spring--'member, don't -ye?" - -"Yes, but--what's the matter now?" - -Castor had turned around to peer through the bushes while speaking, and -then with a bitter curse of angry chagrin he leveled his pistol and -fired. Another curse broke from his lips, as he half-parted the bushes, -as though he would have sprung forth. - -"What is it--are they coming again?" and the two men pressed forward. - -"No--he's gone, the pesky imp! He was a-playin' 'possum all the time, I -do r'ailly b'lieve! Don't b'lieve he was tetched ary time!" - -"Who--what do you mean?" - -"Why, Dusky Dick, _in_ co'se. He's gone. I see'd him jest as he was -a-stealin' out o' sight. I sent a snap-shot at the cuss, but didn't -tech him. I spotted him in the fust rush, but he must 'a' dodged -it, an' then tumbled down to make us b'lieve he was dead," somewhat -incoherently added Castor, as he once more resumed loading his firearms. - -Though greatly chagrined, the borderers completed re-charging their -weapons, without further comment; meanwhile keeping a close watch upon -the open ground around the mouth of the defile. They felt assured that -their foes were still near, although concealed from sight, and that -they would not abandon the hunt without a desperate effort to avenge -the death of their comrades, several of whose bodies still lay out in -full view, stark and ghastly. - -"What do you think they'll do next, Tobe?" queried Wilson, dubiously. - -"Mebbe make a rush--but I don't think it. They've hed too good a taste -o' our shooters fer thet. We must look out fer tricks, now; they'll -pro'bly try sarcumvention fust. Mebbe try to smoke us out." - -"But can they _do_ it?" - -"Not bad, they cain't. Jest step inside thar, an' you'll see. I ain't -so pesky green as to run in a hole thet'd be stopped up like _thet_," -chuckled the old ranger, grimly. - -Wilson stooped low down and entered the rude entrance of the cave, but -it soon enlarged sufficiently to admit of his standing erect, and gazed -curiously around him. It was dimly lighted, but sufficiently so for him -to discern the rocky sides and roof. - -It was small; not twenty feet in diameter at the most, and of a rude -circular form. The roof was arched; jagged and uneven, composed mainly -of rock. From several points Wilson could detect a lighter ray than -common, and he knew that there were numerous crevices leading to the -outer world, by which the fresh air could gain entrance, although so -crooked that no use could be made of them to gain a shot at those -within. Thus it would be an utter impossibility for the cave to be -filled completely with smoke, or even sufficient to smother the inmates. - -The three women were huddling together upon the rocky floor, at the -further extremity of the den, trembling with apprehension. Wilson -approached them, and tried to relieve their fears by repeating the -assurances of Tobe Castor. At this they brightened up a little, but -only temporarily. - -A low whistle from Castor now drew Wilson to the entrance, where he was -cautioned to silence by a finger warningly upheld by the old scout. -Listening intently, the settler fancied he could hear the sounds of -cautious footsteps overhead. - -Nothing was to be seen upon the plain beyond, save the dead savages. -All was quiet at the entrance of the defile, but still the besieged -knew that trouble was brewing. And they nerved themselves to meet it as -best they could. - -"Ready, boys," muttered Tobe, drawing back a little, until beneath the -projecting shelf. "They're comin' now!" - -And the next moment confirmed his assertion, for with loud yells -several dark figures sprung down from the ledge, alighting in the midst -of the bushes. Then, ere they could recover themselves, the affray -began. - -The pale-faces had the advantage of a dark background, while their -foes were quite plainly revealed, and as the revolvers began to play -rapidly, wild yells of rage and death agony told how true was their aim. - -And then, from the prairie beyond, came the sounds of rushing feet, and -the shrill war-whoop of the savage Sioux, telling of a simultaneous -onset, deadly and determined. - - - - -CHAPTER XII. - -EXIT DUSKY DICK. - - -It was a thrilling moment. Death stared the borderers full in the face, -yet they did not flinch. To do so would be annihilation, and full well -they knew that. - -The enemy who had sprung down from above, had probably hoped to take -them by surprise, being ignorant of the existence of the cave, and thus -hold them at bay until the others could approach from the defile below, -to deal the finishing stroke. But in this they had counted without -their host, and the ready action of the borderers speedily foiled their -calculations. - -Scarcely had the savages regained their feet from the leap, than they -were down again; this time for good. Three revolvers make quick work, -especially when the targets are at barely more than arm's length, and -held by desperate men, who are fighting for their own lives, as well as -those of ones even more dear to them. - -Thus before those coming from the defile could reach the bushes, the -first portion of the drama was over. Four dead or disabled forms lay -there; but where were the fugitive pale-faces? They speedily received -the answer to this natural query. - -"Back inside the hole, boys," uttered Tobe. "Back, or we're gone! We -must keep 'em from gittin' inside." - -And then at the mouth of the cave, but upon either side, where their -bodies were partly shielded by the jagged rocks, although where a shot -could be aimed without, if necessary, crouched the three men, sternly -defiant. And thus, with tightly-compressed lips they awaited the -assault, their rifles and half-empty pistols ready for instant use. - -Thus they were, when the savages reached the bushes and parted them. -Scarcely had the enemy time to note the mouth of the cave, thus laid -bare, when a simultaneous report rung out, and three rifle-bullets tore -their way through the living mass. - -The Indians staggered and fell back involuntarily, but not until a -second salute was given them. And then, despite the curses of Dusky -Dick, the entire party of survivors turned and fled in dismay, not even -pausing to remove their dead and dying. - -The besieged, fearing a ruse, did not emerge, and then Dusky Dick once -more succeeded in gaining cover in safety. And then while one kept -guard, the other two borderers hastily recharged the weapons, that had -stood them in such good stead. - -For at least two hours after this signal repulse, not a sound betrayed -the proximity of a foeman, but the old scout knew that the bushes -screening the cave-entrance were under the range of keen eyes, whose -owners would be only too glad of the chance to guide a bullet or an -arrow into any one of the besieged who might chance to expose himself. -And he was too wise to allow either of his comrades to commit an action -that might change the whole situation. - -Then there came an interruption. The sound of a human voice was heard; -the voice of a white man, for the words were accented in a manner that -no Indian could attain. - -"Hellow thar, you Wilson!" - -"It is Dusky Dick," muttered Tobe Castor. - -"What can he want? Shall I answer him?" - -"Yas--but don't show yourself. 'Twon't do no harm to hear what the cuss -hes to say, as I knows on," slowly returned the scout. - -"Hallo yourself! What is it you want with me, Dusky Dick?" - -"I want to have a quiet talk with you, and see if we can't come to some -sort o' tarms. Will I be safe if I come out thar? It's too fur away to -talk from here." - -"Tell him yas--ef he comes alone," said Tobe, in reply to the glance of -Wilson. - -"Yes. Come out, and if you act on the square, you sha'n't be hurt. But -come alone, and mind you don't let any of your red-skinned devils try -to crawl up on us, or you're a dead man. We can see all over from here." - -After a few moment's silence, the renegade arose from behind his -covert, and strode toward the cave-entrance. Although he bore weapons, -they were held carelessly, as if not for use. - -"Hold on thar, Mister Dusky Dick," called forth the old scout when the -renegade was within a score yards. "Don't come no nearer. You hain't -got the consumption, an' ken talk that fur, I reckon." - -"Tobe Castor!" exclaimed Morgan, in a tone of uneasiness. - -"Yas--it's old Tobe, fer shore. _You_ know 'im, I reckon," chuckled the -scout, grimly, evidently pleased at this symptom of alarm. - -"I did not know you were here, but it don't matter. Who is the head man -among you? You or Wilson?" - -"You kin talk to Ed, here. I'll sorter lis'en. Shoot off yer mouth now, -lively, an' then travel. Your comp'ny ain't overly welcome to none on -us. D'y' hear?" - -"Then, Wilson," added Morgan, not noticing the insulting tones of -Castor, "what're your terms? You must see there is no use in your -trying to hold out against us any longer." - -"Isn't there? Your men didn't seem to think so, a while since, anyhow," -sneered the settler. - -"But we have been reinforced since then. Sloan Young is here with his -band, and--" - -"You lie, Dusky Dick, durn ye. You'll never see Young ontel the devil -hes his due. It's _thar_ you'll find him, fer I put a eend to his -trapsein', this very night jest passed," retorted Castor. - -What Dusky Dick's answer would have been, was never known, for at that -moment a sharp report rung out from close behind Wilson, and then -with a choking groan the doomed renegade swayed feebly to and fro for -a moment, then sunk in a lifeless heap to the ground, the hot blood -spouting from his left breast. - -Quickly turning, the two borderers beheld the strangely convulsed -features of their young comrade, John Stevens, as he glared out upon -the dead man, the smoke still issuing from his rifle-muzzle. There was -a peculiar gleam in his eyes that told he was half crazed. - -The reproaches of the old scout died away upon his lips, for the young -settler then sunk back, pale and breathless, his features strangely -distorted. He was in a fit, probably brought on by the terrible trials -of mind, added to the deed of vengeance he had just accomplished. - -The Sioux uttered frightful yells of anger at the death of their chief, -but they did not venture forth from their covert. They had already -received a sufficiency of the pale-faces' favors at close quarters, and -had evidently resolved to await the slower but more sure process of -starvation. - -It was some little time before John recovered from his convulsion, as -there was no water to aid in his restoration, and then he lay back, -only half-conscious, as weak as a child. - -As the time wore on, the besieged began to suffer from want of water. -Their hunger had been appeased, but it only seemed to increase their -thirst. And yet there was not a single drop to be had. - -Their prospects looked gloomy indeed, for if they began to suffer thus -early what would they be forced to endure, were they closely besieged, -as there seemed no doubt they would be? Even Castor became gloomy and -despondent. - -Thus the hours rolled by, without any demonstrations from the Sioux, -save occasionally a rifle-shot that either flattened harmlessly -outside, or else spent its force against the walls of the cave, without -injury to the occupants. - -But when the shades of night fell, the Indians built several fires upon -the prairie, around the besieged, and though at some little distance, -yet close enough to guard against their stealing forth from their -retreat unobserved. They made no attempt to surprise the cave inmates, -and well for them that they did not, for both Castor and Wilson kept -unceasing watch, with weapons in readiness to repel the assault in case -it should come. - -But toward morning, when the gray light in the east gave warning of -the coming sun, there arose a fearful tumult without, awakening the -sleeping women, who uttered loud cries of affright. And for a moment -the two sentinels were confused. - -But the truth flashed upon their minds. They knew they were saved! - -"Hooray! they're jest _more'n_ ketchin' it!" yelled Castor, as he -sprung forth from the cave, uttering his wild war-cry; and then, -closely followed by Wilson, he dashed into the thick of the _melee_. - -They were indeed rescued, and by the aid of Fred Wilson. When that -worthy so abruptly turned from the chase, he knew the plans of Tobe -Castor. - -He remembered the bear's den, and saw that the fugitives were heading -directly toward it. Here he knew they could stand a pretty tough siege, -and so he resolved to speed at once to the settlements, raise a force -sufficient to rescue them, and return speedily. - -He succeeded in reaching Hutchinson, where he told his story, and found -no difficulty in raising a squad of men sufficient for his purpose. -In half an hour after his arrival, he was on the back track, and by -hurrying on at full speed, he arrived in time to surprise the Indians, -the most of whom were sleeping. - -The onslaught was deadly, and at most, but one or two of the war-party -escaped to tell the tragic tale. Then the stray horses were hunted up, -and upon these the women and John were placed, when the party retraced -their steps to the settlement. - -Dusky Dick had been somewhat premature in his attack, as the general -uprising did not take place for two days after, and the result of that -is familiar to all readers. - -Tobe Castor, John Stevens and Fred Wilson did good service in the -cause, and passed unharmed through the ordeal. They found and buried -the remains of the unfortunate settler and his wife, near the ruins of -their former home. - -Within a year after the events recorded, there occurred a double -wedding at St. Paul, in which Annie and Jennie, John and Fred were the -principal actors, though an outsider would have thought Tobe Castor -divided the honors pretty equally with them. That he "jest _more'n_ -spread hisself," upon the occasion, we have his own word for. - - -THE END. - - - - -DIME POCKET NOVELS. - -PUBLISHED SEMI-MONTHLY, AT TEN CENTS EACH. - - - 1--Hawkeye Harry. 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BADGER, <span class="smcap">Jr.</span>,</p> - -<p class="ph5">AUTHOR OF THE FOLLOWING POCKET NOVELS.</p> - -<p class="ph5">59. <span class="smcap">The Texas Hawks.</span><br /> - 63. <span class="smcap">The Florida Scout.</span></p> - - -<p class="ph5" style="margin-top: 10em;">NEW YORK:</p> -<p class="ph4">BEADLE AND ADAMS, PUBLISHERS,</p> -<p class="ph5">98 WILLIAM STREET.</p> - - - - - - -<p class="ph5" style="margin-top: 10em;">Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1872, by</p> -<p class="ph4">BEADLE AND COMPANY,</p> -<p class="ph5">In the office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.</p> - - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<p class="ph2">DUSKY DICK.</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<p class="ph2">CHAPTER I.</p> - -<p class="center">DUSKY DICK'S PROPOSAL.</p> - - -<p>"<span class="smcap">Annie</span>, girl, who is that coming up the spring path? Ah me! I fear my -old eyes are beginning to fail me at last!"</p> - -<p>"Coming up the—ugh! father, it is that Dick Morgan!"</p> - -<p>"Dusky Dick—what can he want here, I wonder?" and there was cadence of -mingled uneasiness and dislike perceptible in the old man's tones that -told but too plainly the advancing figure was not that of a welcome or -respected guest.</p> - -<p>The first speaker was an old man, whose head was frosted by the snows -of over half a century and whose form—still athletic and supple—was -beginning to bow beneath the weight of years. An honest, open face was -that of old Edward Wilson; a true index of his heart.</p> - -<p>He was sitting in the doorway of his humble log cabin, smoking the -well-blackened pipe as a dessert to supper, just finished. But as he -spoke the last words, he roused himself up and stood with crossed arms -in the doorway, as though he would fain bar the intruder out, who was -now within a few paces of the building.</p> - -<p>The form of this man was clothed in a rough garb of tanned skin and -woolen stuff, despite the warm weather, and a broad-brimmed slouched -hat rested upon his head, concealing the upper portion of his face from -casual view. A long barreled rifle rested carelessly in the hollow of -his left arm, while the haft of a knife, and a revolver butt peeped -from the belt at his waist.</p> - -<p>"Good evenin', Wilson, and the same to you, Miss Annie," he uttered -in a strong clear voice, as he half paused, and then with a careless -gesture pushed the hat away from his brow.</p> - -<p>The clear mellow light of the full moon shone down upon him, and -fairly revealed his features. A glance at them may not be amiss, as -this worthy is destined to figure somewhat prominently in our narrative.</p> - -<p>At the first glance, a strange peculiarity about him would attract the -gaze, and leave an unpleasant impression upon the mind of the beholder. -And yet it was not that the man was so hideous, in features.</p> - -<p>But there was a strange tint to his entire face and neck that -involuntarily repelled one. And from this had come the <i>sobriquet</i>, -known far and wide throughout the western country of <span class="smcap">Dusky -Dick</span>.</p> - -<p>Indeed, more than one person who was well acquainted with him, would -have been puzzled to have told whether he ever had any other name, or -if this was not the one by which he had been christened, supposing that -ceremony had ever been performed. And Morgan seemed to be rather proud -of the title, than otherwise.</p> - -<p>In some way he had been badly burned by an explosion of powder, and -though no other scars were perceptible, this bluish tinge caused by -the burned powder penetrating the skin, remained clear and distinct. -The dye did not fade as he grew older, but seemed to deepen and show -brighter.</p> - -<p>His features were regular and clear cut; his face was kept smooth -shorn, though the black, Indian-like hair hung far down his shoulders. -There were not a few who secretly asserted that he came by this last -trait fairly, and wondered only that he had not the curved nose and -high cheek-bones as well.</p> - -<p>His black eyes were of a fair size, but dull and sleepy looking, save -when he was angered; then one was strangely reminded of an infuriated -serpent, so wickedly did they flash and scintillate. In form he was -tall, broad-shouldered and well built, being somewhat noted for his -skill in the use of weapons, fleetness of foot and prowess as a -wood-ranger.</p> - -<p>"Good-evening, Dick," coldly uttered the settler in reply, evidently -not caring to encourage the man, as he still stood in the narrow -doorway, without a hint for the other to enter.</p> - -<p>"Heard the news?" added Dusky Dick, as a slight frown crossed his face, -and a smoldering glow lit up his dark eyes.</p> - -<p>"No—I don't know as I have. What is it?" listlessly responded Wilson -as he deliberately crushed up some "natural leaf," and crammed it into -the wide-mouthed pipe-bowl. "Bring me a coal, Annie."</p> - -<p>"'Bout the red-skins. They've got thar backs up at last and thar's -goin' to be the tallest kind of a muss, afore the thing's over," and -there seemed to be a faint tinge of exultation in the tones of the -speaker, that did not escape the keen witted borderer.</p> - -<p>"How is it that <i>you</i> know so much of their feelings, Dusky Dick? A -body might almost think you were one of them, by the way you talk."</p> - -<p>Morgan gave vent to a low laugh; deep, smooth and mellow, but yet -filled with a peculiar meaning. Then he replied:</p> - -<p>"I travel fur and keep my ears open, neighbor, as a man must needs to -in these troubled times, and in a new country. I have kivered nigh -onto fifty miles to-day, since sun-up. I stopped here to tell you the -news. If you think it's wuth offerin' a feller a cheer, and a bite of -somethin' to eat, I'll tell you it all. If not, then we'll call it -quits and I'll go furder."</p> - -<p>"Come in—I did not think," added Wilson, a little abashed, for border -hospitality is proverbial. "Annie, give him what we have. Fall to, -friend, and welcome."</p> - -<p>With a nod toward Mrs. Wilson who was seated at the further end of the -rude apartment, quietly knitting, Dusky Dick took a seat at the table -and helped himself liberally to the plain though palatable viands that -Annie hastened to replace upon the table. The girl then ignited a rude -lamp, and retreated to the side of her mother.</p> - -<p>We do not intend describing the building; most of our readers have -seen these cabins, either in reality or through the medium of print. -It was a regular frontier cabin, made of logs roughly hewn, "chinked" -with billets of wood, daubed over with stiffened clay. The walls were -unpapered, and the furniture of the rudest description, the majority -being "home made;" the ax and auger being the principal tools used.</p> - -<p>But one of the inmates at least deserves more than a passing notice as -she will figure quite prominently before the reader in this tale of -border life and trials. That one is Annie Wilson.</p> - -<p>Barely five feet in hight, she was a model of feminine grace -and beauty, tempered and strengthened by the life of freedom and -health-giving exercise of the past two years. Her form had filled and -rounded to superb symmetry, her cheek glowed with the hue of health and -spirits; at eighteen, she was a woman, in the truest sense of the word.</p> - -<p>Her hair was of a rich golden brown, her eyes, large and lustrous, -were deeply blue; her nose, of a faintly Roman type, gave a decisive -expression to her countenance, that was softened by the small, -ruby-lipped mouth, from which gleamed twin rows of pearly teeth -whenever she smiled, and caused a cunning dimple to play upon the -softly-rounded chin.</p> - -<p>Dusky Dick ate voraciously, but yet found time to cast more than one -admiring glance toward the border beauty, which were by no means -welcome, judging from the scornful turn of the bright red lips, and the -flashing of her blue eyes as the maiden bent over some rough mending. -Then Morgan arose and approached the settler, who was still smoking.</p> - -<p>"You don't ask me the news," he uttered, in a disagreeable tone as he -squatted down upon the doorstep.</p> - -<p>"I knew you'd tell it without," was the quiet reply.</p> - -<p>"Yes, that's what I stopped fer. The Sioux are goin' to raise -partic'lar Cain 'fore long."</p> - -<p>"Are you sure?"</p> - -<p>"I hed it from thar own lips," was the confident reply.</p> - -<p>"You seem to be very thick with them, Dick. Some might think it strange -they should tell you this, unless you were in with them thicker than an -honest man should be," and the settler gazed keenly at his visitor.</p> - -<p>"They'd best not say so in <i>my</i> hearin'," muttered Morgan with an -ominous scowl. "But I've al'ays acted on the square with 'em, and so -they give me the hint. It's been brewin' for a long time, and they've -made up thar minds not to stand any more of this everlastin' cheatin'. -But never mind that jest now. I had other motives in stoppin' here," -and Dusky Dick cast a sidelong glance at the sturdy settler; a glance -that had in it not a little uneasiness.</p> - -<p>"If there is any thing else that I should know, Dick Morgan, now's the -time to say it."</p> - -<p>"What d' you intend doin', anyhow?"</p> - -<p>"About what?"</p> - -<p>"Why—the Injuns, o' course."</p> - -<p>"They will not trouble me—anyhow, I shall stay here until I am more -sure of what they intend doing. I won't leave my property without good -cause."</p> - -<p>"You'll git rubbed out, then, shore. You remember Sloan Young? You -turned him out o' doors once, because he was drunk—"</p> - -<p>"Because he insulted the women, the dirty half-breed," angrily -interjected Wilson.</p> - -<p>"Well, I don't know. Anyhow, he's a big man 'mong some o' the Injuns, -and he swears he will use this chance to rub you out. Now I don't like -Young, and I'll save you, if you say so. <i>Petit Corbeau</i> is a strong -friend o' mine, and will back me ag'inst Young. What do <i>you</i> say?"</p> - -<p>"Speak plain. You are holding something back, Dusky Dick. Why should -you do all this for me? We have not been such close and intimate -friends as all that comes to. What is it you mean?"</p> - -<p>The other appeared somewhat discomposed at this straightforward speech, -and his treacherous eyes shifted uneasily and fell from before the -steady gaze of the old settler. But then he responded, with a forced -laugh:</p> - -<p>"You're in a awful hurry, Wilson, but so be it. I'll come to the p'int -at once, and then we may see the way clear before us. Then it 'mounts -to jest this. I'll agree to save your stock, house, crap and your -lives. I'll engage that you sha'n't be bothered a mite, no matter how -badly other families are sarved. It'll be a great trial and trouble, of -course, and I won't do it 'thout pay—<i>big</i> pay, I expect you'll call -it; but then remember what I save you."</p> - -<p>"Come to the point, man; don't skirmish so," impatiently interrupted -the borderer, eying Dusky Dick steadily.</p> - -<p>"Well, I'll do this, as I said, if you'll—if you'll promise me that -Miss Annie yander, shall marry me, jest's soon's this trouble is fa'rly -over. There, now!" and the fellow uttered a sigh of relief.</p> - -<p>"Father!" exclaimed Annie, rising from her chair.</p> - -<p>"Wait, daughter," and Wilson waved his hand for her to keep silence. -"Dick Morgan, are you in earnest about this matter?"</p> - -<p>"In 'arnest? Why, of course I am. I'll do all I—"</p> - -<p>"Hold on—don't take too much for granted, my man, or you may be -disappointed. I thought you knew me better than to come here with any -such proposition as this. But since you did not, let me tell you that I -think you are a precious fool and dirty scoundrel, and that the sooner -you take yourself away from here, the better it will be for both of -us," and the stalwart settler arose erect, his eyes flashing and his -fists close clenched.</p> - -<p>"Stand back, Ed. Wilson—keep your distance or it'll be the worse for -<i>you</i>!" muttered Dusky Dick, as he involuntarily retreated a pace, at -the same time throwing his rifle-muzzle forward.</p> - -<p>"Don't threaten—you cowardly cur, or I'll forget myself and give you -something to growl at. There is your road. Take it and begone, and -don't let me ever see your ugly face 'round here again. Go!"</p> - -<p>"Hold on a bit, Wilson," and a vicious glitter filled the desperado's -eyes as his fingers nervously manipulated the rifle-lock. "Better think -twice afore you throw away your chance. I tell you ag'in, that if you -don't agree to my plans, you won't live to be a day older. You'll -all be killed and skelped. You can't run away, fer you're watched by -those who would be only too glad of a chance to plug ye! Do as I said; -promise me <i>her</i>, and I'll save you all. If you don't, then—"</p> - -<p>"Hold!" rung out a clear, firm voice, as a light, agile figure sprung -before the sturdy settler. "Hold! Uncock that gun, or I'll send a -bullet through your black heart! Uncock it, I say—and now leave!"</p> - -<p>It was Annie who had thus interrupted the conversation, and probably -prevented a tragedy, for the treacherous villain had cocked his rifle, -unobserved by Wilson, intending to shoot down one whom he feared to -face openly. But the watchful eye of the daughter had noted his action, -and, grasping the ready rifle, had checked his purpose, as detailed.</p> - -<p>Edward Wilson realized the peril he had so narrowly escaped, and, as -the baffled villain shrunk back from before the threatening muzzle -pointed by the dauntless girl, he uttered a cry of rage, and with one -enormous bound, covered the intervening distance and stood beside Dusky -Dick. Then one brawny hand clutched the scoundrel's throat, while the -other arm was drawn back to deliver a crushing blow.</p> - -<p>Morgan dropped his rifle to remove the grip upon his throat, the weapon -exploding as it fell. But before he could raise a hand, the hard, heavy -fist of the settler shot out and alighted full between his eyes, with a -crushing <i>thud</i>, hurling the man twice his length away.</p> - -<p>With an angry howl, Morgan sprung up and whipped out his knife—a long, -venomous-looking blade—and crouched down like a panther ready to -spring. Then again did the voice of Annie ring out:</p> - -<p>"Mind yourself, Dusky Dick! I have you covered, and I know how to use a -rifle. One step forward and down you go!"</p> - -<p>"You see we have the best of you this time," quietly added Wilson, -but with a menacing ring in his low voice. "Take your gun and begone. -'Twould only serve you right if I shot you down like a dog—as you -meant to serve me; but I let you go this time. But the next—<i>look -out</i>!"</p> - -<p>Dusky Dick did not reply until he had secured his rifle. Then -retreating a pace he spoke:</p> - -<p>"And <i>you</i> look out. You've struck me. Good! A man never does that a -<i>second</i> time. I'll be even with you yet—and with <i>her</i>, too. You hold -the cards now—my time 'll come soon. Jest put that in your pipe and -smoke it. May be you'll remember it afore long," and with a hard laugh -the baffled desperado turned away from the spot.</p> - -<p>The settler stood gazing after him irresolutely for a moment, but then -turned toward the cabin door. Annie's voice checked him:</p> - -<p>"Who is that coming, father?"</p> - -<p>A tall agile figure was rapidly approaching the cabin from the not -very distant woods, bearing a rifle, as could be seen by the clear -moonlight. But whether an Indian or a white, could not be told, as the -dress partook about equally of both races.</p> - -<p>"Hellow, <i>you</i>!" cried a high-pitched, peculiar voice, that plainly -bespoke the white man. "Ain't shootin' at the moon, be ye? Got plenty -o' powder, I reckon?"</p> - -<p>"Tobe Castor, by all that's good!" exclaimed Wilson, springing forward -to meet the new-comer, in evident delight. "You are just the man of all -others that I wanted to see."</p> - -<p>"Sho! don't say so? Want to know? Ain't jokin', be ye?" and then the -two men warmly clasped hands, like friends of a life-long standing.</p> - -<p>"Come, Tobe; supper's over, but I guess there is something left. What -brought you up this way so early in the season?"</p> - -<p>"Don't ax me now—wait ontil <i>they</i> ain't lis'enin'," muttered the man, -cautiously; then adding aloud: "How d'y, Miss Annie? Purtier'n ever, by -gum! Beats all natur' how you do keep on a gittin' so. Sorter selfish, -ain't ye, now? Got your own an' a dozent more besides—o' good looks, I -mean. Wings 'most beginned to grow, hain't they?" and with a fatherly -freedom, the weather-beaten old borderer stooped and imprinted a kindly -kiss upon the fair face upturned toward his.</p> - -<p>"Your tongue has lost none of its cunning, I see, anyhow Uncle Tobe," -laughed the maiden, not unpleased.</p> - -<p>"It's a lookin' glass, so fur's <i>you're</i> consarned, gal. But ef you -will, I'm dretful hungry—hain't hed a bite fur 'most two weeks, 'cept -at odd spells. Ef you've got any thin' in the grub line thet is in -danger o' bein' sp'iled, jest please trot it out, while I talk with -Ed, hyar."</p> - -<p>In obedience to a nod from Castor, Wilson led the way to a little -distance and then briefly detailed the purport of Dusky Dick's visit. -Then he anxiously awaited the comments of his visitor.</p> - -<p>"The dirty whelp! You'd orter 'a' shot him like a polecat! <i>He</i> -merry—oh! <i>git</i> out! Makes me <i>mad</i>—durned ef it don't, now! Jest -to think. Oh <i>won't</i> I—thet's all; ef ever I git mud-hooks on the -pesky critter? But wait a bit. He told you the truth, Ed; yas, he did, -so fur's the reds risin' is consarned. They're goin' to do it—ef -i'deed they hain't begun a'ready. They're jest goin' to chaw up the -hull kentry afore they stop. Thar's goin' to be jest a <i>lettle</i> the -liveliest time you <i>ever</i> see'd, 'fore its eended."</p> - -<p>"Do you think so?"</p> - -<p>"I <i>know</i> so—fer shure. An' you're in a bad place hyar—a pesky mean -place, Ed," impressively added Castor.</p> - -<p>"What do you advise?"</p> - -<p>"Jest this. Take your fambly an' pack up. Git out o' hyar like 'twas -ha'nted. Pull up stakes an' travel."</p> - -<p>"And leave the farm—lose my two years of hard work?"</p> - -<p>"Better thet, then lose your skelps an' it with the rest. An' thet's -jest what you'll do ef you stay. I tell you, Ed, it's a ser'ous -bizness, this is. Dusky Dick told you the truth o' the plans o' the -imps. An' then you've sot <i>him</i> ag'inst you, too. He's got Injun blood -in him. A pity it happined jest now, though I don't blame you, not a -bit, but you'd orter never 'a' let him git away. He'll bring the imps -down on ye, <i>shore</i>. He's a big dog 'th a brass collar 'mongst <i>some</i> -o' them—the wust o' the lot, ef thet kin be, whar all is so bad. -<i>He's</i> the one you must look out fer, the most."</p> - -<p>"You think he's in league with them?"</p> - -<p>"I <i>know</i> it, fer shore. But whar's Fred?"</p> - -<p>"Over at Stevens'."</p> - -<p>"Mought 'a' knowed <i>thet</i> 'thout axin'; but I don't blame the feller -a mite. Jinnie's a mighty purty gal, an' ef I wasn't so old an' ugly, -an' she wasn't so smart, an' all else went 'cordin', an' she didn't say -<i>no</i>, durned ef I didn't hitch onto her <i>myself</i>. But never mind thet -now. What're you goin' to do?"</p> - -<p>"What do you advise, Tobe?"</p> - -<p>"Jest this. Take sech things as you cain't do 'thout an' don't want to -leave, an' strike out fer the bigger settlements. I tell you, ef you -stay hyar, to-morrow this time won't see ary one o' your skelps on the -place whar natur' 'lowed fer 'em to grow," earnestly added Castor.</p> - -<p>"Father," called out the clear, sweet voice of Annie, at this juncture, -"all's ready."</p> - -<p>"Come, Tobe; eat a bite and I will settle my plans. I'll let you know -then," added Wilson, turning toward the cabin.</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<p class="ph2">CHAPTER II.</p> - -<p class="center">A FORTUNATE DISCOVERY.</p> - - -<p><span class="smcap">Casual</span> mention has been made of one "Fred," who was the eldest -child—and only surviving son—of Edward Wilson. He had left the forest -cabin only a few minutes before the advent of Dusky Dick, barely taking -time to finish his supper.</p> - -<p>Tobe Castor was correct in his shrewd guess as to what had attracted -him so far, after a hard day's work; although probably Fred would have -denied the "soft impeachment," had any one told him that it was only to -see and chat with Jennie Stevens, that he so frequently traversed the -three-mile path that intervened between the two houses. But such was -indeed the case.</p> - -<p>And if the truth must be told, Fred had a faithful ally in the enemy's -camp, too, in the shape of John Stevens, who appeared to be profoundly -impressed with the good qualities of the young borderer, and seemed -resolved that Jennie should also entertain the same ideas. But Jack -would have been very wroth, no doubt, had any one hinted that he was -playing a part; that it was partly the reflected light of Annie's -perfections that made him so esteem Fred.</p> - -<p>The latter personage, then, was swiftly striding along the -faintly-defined trail, his thoughts busy with a momentous subject. He -was picturing the future as he would wish it to be a home, a wife—who, -strangely enough, always possessed Jennie's face and form—a growing -family of little ones—when suddenly he paused and bent his head in an -attitude of acute attention.</p> - -<p>He heard a shrill, peculiar whistle ring out from only a few yards -before him, evidently in the same trail. But what increased his -surprise, was that an answer came, like an echo; this time from some -little distance to his right.</p> - -<p>Fred knew that the country was in a troubled state; he had closely -watched the signs that portended the coming of a storm that, should -it fall, would sweep all before it with resistless fury. And now a -premonition of coming peril weighed upon his spirit like a revelation.</p> - -<p>Without pausing to reflect, he glided out from the path and crouched -down amid the dense undergrowth, his ears strained to catch any sounds -that might either confirm or banish his suspicions. At first he could -hear nothing, but then the low murmuring of human voices was borne to -his hearing upon the gentle night breeze.</p> - -<p>He knew that the speakers, whoever they might be, were approaching, -and in a few moments more Fred could distinguish the words, which were -spoken in the Sioux dialect. Thanks to a border life and acquiring -spirit, the young settler was slightly conversant with the <i>patois</i>; -sufficiently so to follow the meaning of the speakers.</p> - -<p>The first words he caught, caused his heart to throb wildly, and he -crouched forward, fearing almost to breathe, lest he should lose a -sentence.</p> - -<p>"Then we are to strike the first blow to-night?"</p> - -<p>"Yes. Inkpaduta gave the word and said that <i>Petit Corbeau</i> told him -so. He bade Long Hair take his choice. He chose the people of the lodge -by the great stone. Dusky Dick chose the one—"</p> - -<p>Here the words became unintelligible to the listener, the party having -passed on by his place of concealment.</p> - -<p>Fred arose and glided stealthily after them. He had no difficulty in -recognizing the allusion to "the people by the great stone." He knew -that the Stevens family was meant, but he desired to learn more, if -possible.</p> - -<p>The trail was dark and gloomy, owing to the dense shade cast by the -thickly-growing trees, that intercepted the moon's rays. But after a -few moments, Fred heard the Indians pause and seat themselves at only a -few yards from the trail.</p> - -<p>He glided nearer, until he could again hear their words. The same -person was speaking that he had heard before.</p> - -<p>"We will wait here for Long Hair. It will not be long before he comes."</p> - -<p>"Where is Bob-tailed Horse?" asked another of the party.</p> - -<p>"Gone to the lodge by the great rock. He will open the doors for us -that we may strike without being hurt. He is to pretend his leg is -hurt, so that he can not walk to his lodge, and will ask to rest there. -Then when the pale-faced fools sleep, he will open the doors and let us -in."</p> - -<p>"Good! there are five scalps for us!" exultantly uttered one of the -savages.</p> - -<p>"No—only four. One Eye says that the young squaw must go to his lodge, -or he will not help us."</p> - -<p>The other demurred a little at this, but he was overruled by his -comrades. Fred clutched his rifle with fingers that itched to be at the -throats of the plotting scoundrels; but he restrained himself, and then -glided stealthily away, thus losing information that would have still -further increased his anxiety, for a diabolical plan was commented -upon, concerning his own family.</p> - -<p>But the young settler had heard enough to set him half-wild. He knew -that the maiden whom he loved, was in great peril, and that thought, -for the time, drove all other considerations away.</p> - -<p>He understood the allusion to One Eye, the Indian name of Sloan Young, -the half-breed, whose left eye had been destroyed in a drunken fight. -And he, too, was the Long Hair mentioned. Fred knew that the villain -had been prowling around the cabin quite frequently of late, though the -thought of his daring to look upon Jennie in such a light, never once -occurred to him, before this.</p> - -<p>The one called Bob-tailed Horse, Fred also knew by reputation, as being -a reckless, unscrupulous rascal, drunken and worthless, unless in just -some such manner as the one hinted at. But this plan he would foil, at -all hazards.</p> - -<p>So when once safely beyond ear-shot, Fred arose and dashed through the -forest with nimble feet, but yet using a degree of caution, for since -hearing the revelations of the plotters, he knew not where or when he -might encounter deadly enemies, who would scruple little in taking his -life, provided they could do so without incurring too much risk to -themselves.</p> - -<p>In half an hour more, Wilson neared the cabin belonging to Wesley -Stevens, and when almost at the door, he met John, who was just -sallying out to visit the Wilsons. Fred drew him aside and quickly -detailed what he had overheard.</p> - -<p>The young man was greatly excited by these tidings, but managed to -control his feelings, in a measure.</p> - -<p>"Are you sure you heard those words? May there not be some mistake?" he -asked, dubiously.</p> - -<p>"I only wish there was—but I know better. Depend upon it, it is true. -Is that Indian in the house?"</p> - -<p>"Bob-tail? Yes. He came in not long ago, pretending to be lame, tired -and hungry."</p> - -<p>"You see! the very story I heard he was to tell! The dirty imp!" -muttered Fred, angrily, while his blue eyes flashed ominously.</p> - -<p>"What had we better do, anyhow?"</p> - -<p>"First, I intend to settle with this devil; then we must decide -further. I think, though, it would be best for the family to all go -over to our house, and then if it is deemed best, we should try to -reach the settlements below; we can all go together. It is on our road, -you know, so there 'll be no time lost."</p> - -<p>"I was just going over there,—but if you—that is—" and handsome John -hesitated and blushed in a very suspicious manner.</p> - -<p>"I tell you what I think is best, John. You know your father must be -told of it, and if you go to talking to him in secret, after having -started away, Bob-tail may suspect something. It would look more -natural if I did it. Don't you think so?" and Fred felt an inward -conviction that he had presented his point very well.</p> - -<p>"Yes, I <i>do</i> think so. So if you'll do that, I'll run on ahead and tell -your folks what's in the wind. I'll have them all ready by the time you -come. Don't lose any time, though," and then the two young men parted.</p> - -<p>Fred was greeted at the door by Wesley Stevens, and bade enter, but he -made an excuse and drew the old man outside. In a few words he revealed -his discovery, adding:</p> - -<p>"Now I will get to talking with Bob-tail, and then when I cough, do you -take the fellow from behind. Don't be particular what you hit him with, -just so you don't let him make much noise."</p> - -<p>"Very well—I'll do my part," and then Stevens led the way into the -house, where a rude lamp had been lighted by the blushing Jennie as -soon as she heard the voice of the young borderer.</p> - -<p>The greeting was cordial, but still somewhat constrained between the -young couple, for the old folks were looking on, and they had not yet -progressed so far along love's path as to be unreserved. It was a -secret—so they imagined—known only to each other.</p> - -<p>Fred bent an inquiring look upon the dusky figure crouching near the -corner of the fireplace, where yet glowed a small fire; the remnant of -that necessary to prepare the evening meal. It was indeed "Bob-tailed -Horse," who had consented to play such a vile part.</p> - -<p>And he seemed preëminently fitted for such a duty, too. Low, -squat-built, he was clothed in a dirty, greasy and tattered pair of -trowsers and a calico shirt, with bare feet and head. His face was -swollen and bloated with strong drink: his eyes bleared and bloodshot, -from the same cause. On the whole, a more disgusting specimen of the -"noble Lo!" could scarcely be found, even among his own people; and -that is saying a good deal.</p> - -<p>"How?" exclaimed Fred, as he stood before the savage, outstretching a -hand.</p> - -<p>The greeting was returned, and Bob-tail arose to clasp the hand. Then -Fred, as if accidentally, worked around until he was between the Indian -and his late position.</p> - -<p>"Has 'Bob-tailed Horse' saw <i>Petit Corbeau</i> lately?" asked Wilson.</p> - -<p>"No—long time—so many suns," and he raised both hands. "Little Crow -call Injun drunk fool," and a venomous glitter filled the bleared eyes -of the sot.</p> - -<p>"You don't tell me so? Why <i>he</i> must have been drunk to have said that. -<i>You</i> don't like fire-water, do you?"</p> - -<p>"No—no like—<i>heap</i> bad! Ugh!" brazenly lied the rascal.</p> - -<p>"Does my brother know where One Eye is?" suddenly asked Fred.</p> - -<p>Bob-tail looked steadily at the young settler for a moment, and then -slowly shook his head. Stevens drew nearer, whittling upon a heavy, -half-bent ox bow of hickory.</p> - -<p>"Let Bob-tailed Horse listen. I have a little story to tell him," -slowly returned Fred, as his gaze met that of the Indian.</p> - -<p>"A little bird told me that the Siouxs were getting mad at their white -brothers. That Bob-tailed Horse was one of them. That he had sworn he -would take the scalp of a white man before another sun. Is this story -true?"</p> - -<p>The savage shifted his gaze and glanced swiftly around the room. -Stevens still whittled on, idly whistling; the women sat gazing upon -the—to them—incomprehensible scene, with strange emotion. Fred -deliberately resumed:</p> - -<p>"This bird also told me that Bob-tailed Horse would go to the cabin of -a pale-face and ask for lodging and food, pretending he was weary and -sick, so that he might open the door to One Eye and Dusky Dick, and let -them enter to kill the whites without danger to themselves. Did the -little bird tell me true?"</p> - -<p>The Indian stood motionless as if carved from stone, save that one hand -slowly glided up toward his belt, where hung a knife and hatchet. Then -Wilson coughed.</p> - -<p>Stevens sprung forward with uplifted ox-bow, and ere the fated red-skin -could stir a step, the heavy club descended upon his head with crushing -force. He tottered feebly, and then fell forward into Fred's arms, who -allowed the senseless form to fall to the floor.</p> - -<p>Both women uttered a little cry of wondering alarm at this sudden and -unexpected move, but then a gesture from Stevens checked all further -outcry.</p> - -<p>"Hush!" he cried, sternly; "don't make any noise, for your lives! Shut -the door, Jennie, quick. There may be others of the devils prowling -around. Fred's story was a true one. This carrion was a spy, who -intended giving us up to his friends to-night."</p> - -<p>Fred stooped over the stricken Indian, and carefully examined the -wound. He found that, though senseless, the rascal still lived; his -skull had not been fractured, though the blow seemed enough to have -killed an ox.</p> - -<p>"What shall we do with him, Stevens?" he asked, doubtfully.</p> - -<p>"<i>Dead men tell no tales!</i>" sternly responded the old settler, a deadly -glitter in his black eyes.</p> - -<p>"No—no, do not kill him, husband!" cried the wife, springing forward, -as he raised aloft the blood-stained ox-bow.</p> - -<p>"It is him or us, Mary," but the uplifted arm slowly sunk. "He would -have killed us all, after eating our food!"</p> - -<p>"Tie him and put him down the pit," suggested Jennie.</p> - -<p>"It will do, Stevens," said Wilson. "They will find we suspect their -plans, anyhow, when they find we are gone. It would only make them -hotter after us, if we killed him."</p> - -<p>"You may be right, Fred, but the dog is not fit to live. However, have -it your own way."</p> - -<p>A strong cord was quickly produced, and with it the rascal was bound -hand and foot. Then a gag was forced between his jaws; after which a -trap-door was lifted and the Indian cast rudely down into a pit, where -were stored a few vegetables.</p> - -<p>"Now what next?"</p> - -<p>"You had better pack up such things as you must have, and such as we -can carry; come with me to our house. John has told them all by this -time, and they will be ready for a move. I don't think we will be safe -out here as long as those two devils are at large, with their gang."</p> - -<p>"But we must take the horses."</p> - -<p>"No—I think best not. The rascals are somewhere between here and our -house, and they would be sure to hear the sound of hoof-strokes, while -on foot we can pass them without being noticed. If we think best, we -can then take horses from our house. I don't think it would be safe -now."</p> - -<p>After some little demurring on the part of Stevens, who did not relish -leaving his valuable stock, this plan was adopted. And then the party -hastened to secure such articles as could not well be abandoned.</p> - -<p>In a very few minutes, the little party of four were laden with food -and weapons, and then emerging from the cabin, they set out upon their -perilous journey.</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<p class="ph2">CHAPTER III.</p> - -<p class="center">DUSKY DICK'S FIRST BLOW.</p> - - -<p><span class="smcap">John Stevens</span> felt not a little concern as he strode along the -grass-grown trail that Fred Wilson had so lately traversed. The -discovery made by the latter was truly a momentous one, and if true, -the danger impending was one that would require all their skill and -courage to avert.</p> - -<p>He thought of the gentle Annie being exposed to all the horrors of an -Indian attack, and wild visions of daring deeds and heroic struggles in -her behalf flashed across his mind. He felt that he could accomplish -all these, for <i>her</i> sake.</p> - -<p>And, in good truth, these fancies possessed his mind so greatly that -he forgot a greater portion of necessary prudence, striding along as -if in the utmost security, as though fully assured that there was not -an enemy within a hundred miles of his present location. But he was -speedily awakened from his abstraction.</p> - -<p>A dark form suddenly sprung out before him, with leveled rifle-muzzle -threatening him. As his eyes fell upon the intruder, John fancied he -recognized the figure.</p> - -<p>"Is that you, Dusky Dick?" he called out, halting and half-raising his -rifle.</p> - -<p>"Keep your gun down—don't offer to shoot, or I'll plug ye! Yes, it's -me. But who the devil are <i>you</i>?" returned the man.</p> - -<p>"Stevens—John Stevens, you know," laughed the young settler. "Why, -who'd you take me for?"</p> - -<p>"Fer a Injun. They're 'round at thar tricks, I b'lieve. But whar are -you goin'?"</p> - -<p>"Over to Wilson's—why?"</p> - -<p>"Oh, nothin'—I didn't know. Folks all well at home?"</p> - -<p>"Yes, all well; that is, all of our own. But there is a lame Indian -there, who hurt himself somehow, while out hunting, I believe. You know -him—Bob-tailed Horse?" added John, the better to allay any suspicions -the other might have entertained.</p> - -<p>"Yes; a drunken dog. Mind out or he'll sarve you some dirty trick, yet. -Wal, if you're goin' to Wilson's, I won't hinder you no more. Jest give -them my respects, will you?" and Dusky Dick stepped to one side of the -path.</p> - -<p>But, as he did so, John noted an evil glitter in his eyes as the -moonlight fell upon the renegade's countenance, through a rift in the -tree-tops. Stevens realized that Dusky Dick meant mischief.</p> - -<p>"All right—I'll tell 'em," and the young settler strode lightly past -the man.</p> - -<p>He saw the heavy rifle of the desperado raise and sweep through the -air, wielded by strong arms, evidently aimed at his head. But Stevens -ducked adroitly, and the weapon hissed harmlessly above his head, the -force of the unresisted blow swinging Dusky Dick around almost against -him.</p> - -<p>With an angry cry, Stevens whirled his rifle around, its iron barrel -alighting full upon the traitor's head, felling him to the ground like -a dead man. But still a little cry broke from his lips.</p> - -<p>Instantly all around was confusion, and the young settler shuddered -involuntarily at the terrible commotion he had aroused. Wild yells -filled the air until it sounded as though scores of devils had broken -loose upon earth, all thirsting for human blood.</p> - -<p>Stevens knew his danger, and realized the full extent of his -peril—that he had fallen into an ambush of red-skins of whom Dusky -Dick was either a member, or else a chief. And he knew too that he -would be put to his best, if he escaped the threatened capture.</p> - -<p>He had not alone to think of himself, either. The fate of more than one -probably depended upon the speedy accomplishment of his errand. He must -warn the Wilson family of their danger.</p> - -<p>Uttering a low cry, John crouched down, and, summoning all his powers, -sprung with headlong force along the path, that he could see now -contained one or more of his enemies. But it was the only road for him -now. He knew that he would not stand the faintest chance of success, -in a run at night through the forest, with the well-trained and -fleet-footed Indians for competitors.</p> - -<p>He leaped forcibly against the foremost Indian, hurling him breathless -to the ground, without receiving any particular harm himself. But -there another confronted him, with uplifted hatchet gleaming in the -moonlight, only a few feet distant.</p> - -<p>John lowered his rifle and sprung forward, at the same time thrusting -out forcibly with his weapon. The rifle-muzzle took the red-skin full -in the pit of his stomach, doubling him up like a jack-knife, and -causing him to emit a fearful grunt; but at the same time he clutched -the rifle-barrel and held it with a firm grip. This, added to the -impetus of his rush, caused Stevens to stumble headlong, and ere he -could recover himself, several red-skins were upon him.</p> - -<p>Literally so in this case, and the young settler was borne struggling -to the ground, almost smothered by the weight of the yelling red-skins. -And then their weapons flashed out and were uplifted to drink his -heart's blood.</p> - -<p>It seemed as if the young man's fate was irretrievably sealed, and his -eyes closed as a faint prayer rose to his lips. But his time was not -yet.</p> - -<p>Dusky Dick recovered his feet and sprung forward, his head dizzy and -confused by the sound blow he had received. But he knew enough to see -the peril of the young settler, and—for a purpose of his own—resolved -to avert it, for the present.</p> - -<p>"Hold! don't strike!" he commanded, in the Sioux dialect. "You must not -kill him yet."</p> - -<p>It is not likely that his words would have had the desired effect had -he not beaten the weapons aside with his rifle-barrel, and fairly -hurled one or two of the savages aside.</p> - -<p>It was, perhaps, fortunate that John had not shed any blood, although -he had given some severe blows, for then, not even the influence of -Dusky Dick, great as that undoubtedly was, could have saved Stevens -from immolation. Even as it was, two of the red-skins—those who had -received John's compliments—were clamorous for his death.</p> - -<p>But Dusky Dick was firm, and fiercely declared that the man who lifted -a hand against Stevens, unless by his express orders, should die -the death of a dog. This threat, when uttered by one possessing the -renegade's resolution, sufficed; and then by his orders, the young -settler was firmly bound.</p> - -<p>Dusky Dick drew aside with several of the principal braves, and -consulted earnestly for a few moments; then he returned, and Stevens -was lifted erect. Two savages held him firmly, while another loosened -the bonds that confined his feet, so that he could walk, but not run.</p> - -<p>"What do you intend doing, Dusky Dick?" he demanded, in a tone as calm -as he could make it, while such angry passions struggled within his -breast; "what do you mean by this outrage?"</p> - -<p>"I told you the Injuns was on the war-path. Now you know it, don't ye?" -chuckled the renegade, triumphantly.</p> - -<p>"What're you going to do with <i>me</i>?" persisted John.</p> - -<p>"Keep you prisoner fer awhile; then burn you, maybe. You must ask Sloan -Young. You are <i>his</i> game."</p> - -<p>John saw the uselessness of further speech, and remained silent. He -realized that he was in a truly perilous situation, and though he felt -some natural uneasiness for himself, by far the greater share of his -anxiety was for the peril that threatened Annie.</p> - -<p>If Dusky Dick would act thus toward him, might he not do the same with -others? Stevens shuddered convulsively as he realized the peril that -threatened the family of his loved one, who were, as he believed, -totally unsuspicious of the outbreak.</p> - -<p>And then his fears were confirmed by the direction taken by his -captors, they heading directly toward the point where the Wilson cabin -was located. As if to put the matter entirely beyond doubt, Dusky -Dick, after a few instructions to the leading red-skin, fell back to -a position just in front of Stevens—the entire party proceeding in -Indian file, as the narrow trail would not admit two abreast—and -tauntingly uttered:</p> - -<p>"As you said you was goin' on to Wilson's, I thought I'd give you a -escort, like. Don't you feel highly honored? You hed ought, anyhow," -and he chuckled grimly.</p> - -<p>"You are not—" faltered John, his blood chilling at the significant -tone of the renegade.</p> - -<p>"<i>Ain't</i> I? but I <i>am</i>, too. Thought you'd be lonely, a captyve by -yourself, so we've concluded to give you comp'ny. But don't count -on <i>too</i> much. Annie's fer <i>me</i>. You must be 'tented with the men -critters, onless you take the old gal."</p> - -<p>John uttered a hoarse growl of anger, and would have sprung upon his -tormentor, bound though his hands were, had not the guard behind him -divined his intentions and drew him forcibly back. This showed Stevens -the folly of allowing his passions to get the better of him, and so he -kept silence, while Dusky Dick malignantly resumed:</p> - -<p>"Yas, Annie's <i>mine</i>. That's settled, for good. She'll make a -nice squaw—don't you think so? Anyhow, I'm goin' to resk it. But -t'others—well, they'll prob'ly git jest the same as <i>you</i> will—'ither -knocked on the head decently, or else used fer a bonfire, jest to 'mind -the reds o' old times, when roasted white men warn't an uncommon dish.</p> - -<p>"But you don't talk. Deaf, ain't ye? Or be you thinkin' o' the folks at -home? Need it, <i>they</i> do. You said Bob-tailed Horse was there, didn't -you? Well, he was <i>sent</i> there; and, what's more, he was sent thar by -Sloan Young, and he ain't hurt no more'n <i>you</i> be, not a bit! He was -sent thar to open the door at the night time, so 't the reds could walk -in quietly. It's nearly time fer the blow, too, as your folks go to bed -airly. I wonder how they'll feel by mornin'?" and Dusky Dick laughed -ferociously.</p> - -<p>Stevens shuddered, but did not reply. He knew that Bob-tailed Horse -would scarcely admit his red brethren, but then there was other danger. -He knew that Fred would try and persuade the family to hasten over to -his house, and he—John—had evidence that the trail was thickly beset -by dangers.</p> - -<p>Besides the band that held him a captive, Stevens had heard enough to -know that Sloan Young was also lying near at hand, only awaiting the -proper time to spring his trap upon the "people of the great rock." -Might not Fred also stumble upon one of these parties?</p> - -<p>Dusky Dick was not a little provoked at the ill-success of his taunting -boasts, but soon desisted, and once more made his way to the front, as -the party were now rapidly nearing the cabin of Edward Wilson. Their -caution increased, and the party glided along the shadowy path, like -some grim forest hunter.</p> - -<p>John was not idle, however. He resolved to escape, if it lay in human -power, as he felt that to remain captive was equivalent to death, more -or less speedy; and he might yet be able to accomplish something. -If too late to save the Wilson family, he might be of use to his own -people.</p> - -<p>He worked assiduously upon the bonds that confined his hands. They were -of tanned buckskin, and defied his utmost efforts to break them. The -endeavor only resulted in abrading the skin of his wrists.</p> - -<p>The knots appeared to be tied securely, and would neither slip nor come -untied. It seemed as though his hopes were doomed to be frustrated by -this one fact. And yet he did not give way to despair or cease his -efforts, only keeping them concealed—as he was enabled to do by the -darkness beneath the trees—from the red-skins before and behind him.</p> - -<p>Now the little party stood upon the verge of the clearing surrounding -the cabin of Edward Wilson, and peered curiously out upon it. An Indian -grasped John firmly by the neck, and rested one hand upon his lips, -evidently resolved that he should give no alarm.</p> - -<p>All was quiet around the dwelling. There was no light within the -building, and it seemed as though the inmates had retired to rest, with -their usual feeling of security. Dusky Dick uttered a fiendish laugh.</p> - -<p>"You see," he muttered in John's ear, "your friends don't expect -visitors to-night. They will be agreeably surprised—I guess -<i>not</i>—when we wake them up. But, still, it <i>may</i> be a trap, and <i>you</i> -must guard us from it. Now I am goin' to make you walk jest afore me, -and, mind you, I have a long knife—long enough, anyhow, to reach your -<i>heart</i>—ready for use at the slightest sound from your lips. And <i>I -will use it</i>, too, if you give a single word or sign to alarm them."</p> - -<p>In a few words Dusky Dick made known his plans to his followers, and -they expressed approval of it. John was brought to the front and Dusky -Dick crouched behind him. Then the others strung out in a row, so that -any shot from the house would miss them all, unless first striking the -young settler.</p> - -<p>"Now, step out, young feller," muttered Dusky Dick, pricking Stevens -slightly with the point of his bared knife, "and remember that if you -rouse them up, their first shot must take <i>you</i>. Pleasant, ain't it?" -and he again gave vent to a fiendish laugh.</p> - -<p>John dared not remonstrate, and obeyed the impulse given him by the -renegade, slowly advancing toward the log-cabin. Nearly two hundred -yards of clearing had to be traversed, and as may be imagined, it was a -trying ordeal for the young man's nerves, who knew not at what moment a -shot from his friends might sound his death-knell.</p> - -<p>But in this he was agreeably disappointed, for the side of the cabin -was gained in safety. Not a sound broke the stillness that filled the -clearing, save the usual hum and chirping of the summer insects. A -silence as of death seemed upon every thing.</p> - -<p>Dusky Dick advanced to the door and gently rapped with his knuckles. No -answer; only the echo of the knock replied. Again and again he repeated -it, with the same result.</p> - -<p>A glad hope sprung up in the heart of the young settler. He believed -that the family had taken alarm and sought safety in flight.</p> - -<p>This same idea struck Dusky Dick, and he thumped loudly upon the door. -Then with a wild, angry cry he rushed forcibly against it. Still no -answering sound broke the silence.</p> - -<p>"The birds have flown!" uttered a savage, in a tone of disgust.</p> - -<p>"Break down the door and let's see," cried Dusky Dick, with a bitter -oath.</p> - -<p>A simultaneous rush of several sturdy forms, broke down the fastenings -of the door, and then Dusky Dick rushed into the house. He could hear -no signs of its being occupied, and then hastily struck a light. As the -glare filled the room, an angry roar broke from his lips.</p> - -<p>The floor was strewn with various articles, whose disorder told of -great haste; that told the renegade his anticipated victims had indeed -taken the alarm and had fled from the impending peril. Now he bitterly -cursed his folly in leaving the building unguarded, after his vain -attempt at compromise.</p> - -<p>"Git torches and hunt fer sign," he cried, as he stirred up the embers -that still glowed in the huge fireplace. "They can't have gone far in -this little time. Quick! we will find them yet!"</p> - -<p>In a few moments a number of the Indians had secured torches, and were -searching the ground without for some trace to tell them the direction -taken by the fugitives. Meanwhile Dusky Dick had hastily searched -through the building, and confirmed this belief. They were indeed gone.</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<p class="ph2">CHAPTER IV.</p> - -<p class="center">A TERRIBLE SURPRISE.</p> - - -<p><span class="smcap">Tobe Castor</span> sat down to the table and without ceremony began what he -would have termed a "square meal", eating as though his whimsical -assertion was true—that he had not eaten a bite for two weeks. -Evidently he was not a man to be disturbed by trifles, and who threw -his entire energies into one thing at a time.</p> - -<p>Edward Wilson conversed earnestly with his wife and daughter, telling -the tidings imparted by their friend, the old hunter. He asked their -advice, for, like a sensible man, he did not think it derogatory to his -manhood, to consult one of the "weaker sex."</p> - -<p>"What does Tobe say?" asked Mrs. Wilson.</p> - -<p>"<i>He</i> says thet you hed better jest git up an' git, while you kin," -replied that worthy, as emphatically as the crowded state of his mouth -would admit. "They've got a dead open an' shet on ye, 's long's you -stay hyar. Dusky Dick wouldn't 'a' shot off his mouth thet a-way, -unless he had some one nigh to back him up. An' I <i>know</i> the pesky imps -hez riz, down furder; an' it stands to reason that it'll spread up this -a-way, whar thar's a few skelps to be got, 'thout much resk. So <i>I</i> -say—<i>mosey!</i>"</p> - -<p>"But where—which way? If, as you say, the Indians have broken out -below us, they must be between here and the settlements—at least such -as are strong enough to offer any hope of safety."</p> - -<p>"Jest so, Ed; but see. The longer you wait the wusser it'll be. -An' it'll keep a-spreadin', natur'ly, up this a-way. Ef you start -now, you stand a chaince o' gittin' through. Ef you wait ontil -to-morrer—providin' Dusky Dick don't put in <i>his</i> oar, afore—it'll be -wuss, a heap. Dog-on it! You <i>must</i> start to-night!" earnestly added -Castor.</p> - -<p>"But Fred—he is not here, and we can't leave him."</p> - -<p>"No more shall you. My plan's this. Say we gits out o' here, an' -a'terwards Dusky Dick gives the cabin a call, an' finds us gone. Won't -he natur'ly s'pose you've struck out fer the settlements? An' won't -he look fer us in thet direction? In <i>course</i> he will. So much fer so -much, then.</p> - -<p>"We'll take the hosses an' start in thet d'rection fust. Fer it's -more'n likely they'll hunt fer our trail by torchlight, ontil they -set the p'int we head torst. Then they'll set off to run us down. So -we must go fur enough on critter-back to fool 'em, <i>thet</i> way. Then -we'll turn 'round an' strike back in a crooked route, torst the Stevens -shanty, find Fred, tell our yarn, an' take the hull caboodle with us.</p> - -<p>"We kin take a turn ag'in, an' then by hard ridin', make up fer lost -time. Ef we're ahead o' those imps by day, then we're all right fer -<i>them</i>. We must take the chances 'bout t'others. But I think we kin -work it. Thar—thet's my plan; what d' you think o' it, anyhow?" -demanded Castor, arising from the table.</p> - -<p>The party were silent. They could see no other way, and yet this one -seemed full of danger. But indeed, if the rising of the Indians in -insurrection was a fact, which way could they turn without incurring -danger?</p> - -<p>So this plan was finally acquiesced to, and the work of preparation -for flight commenced. Castor and Wilson set about saddling the horses, -while the women packed food and extra clothing, with such little -articles of value that they could not bring themselves to abandon, in -small and compact bundles.</p> - -<p>They worked as if for dear life, and but a few minutes were consumed -ere all was pronounced ready for a start. Castor had taken a hurried -scout along the route they proposed to follow, and discovered nothing -suspicious.</p> - -<p>There were only four horses, but Tobe scornfully declared that he would -none of them; that he never yet met the four-footed animal that he -could not wear out, on foot. But he advised them to take the extra one -along for Fred's use.</p> - -<p>Then after a few words of caution, he led the way from the clearing, -and they entered the gloomy forest, leaving the home that had sheltered -them for two years, with sensations of choking regret. It seemed like -parting with some near and dear friend.</p> - -<p>The trail was narrow and winding, and frequently the riders were forced -to stoop low down in their saddles, to avoid the pendent boughs, but to -offset this, they had the advantage of knowing the route thoroughly, -from so often traversing it. Tobe Castor led the way with long, -swinging strides, that forced the horses to their best walking, to -avoid being distanced.</p> - -<p>There was urgent need of haste, as they understood matters to be, for -Fred might return to the deserted house, before they would have time to -gain Stevens', if any delay occurred. And unsuspecting the threatening -peril—as they believed—he might run into an ambush and be either -killed or captured by the red-skins.</p> - -<p>"We've gone fur a plenty," said Tobe, when nearly a half-mile had been -traversed. "We must strike fer the other shanty now, or we mought miss -Fred. Take keer fer your heads, now, as thar hain't any trail the way -we must go."</p> - -<p>"Ain't you afraid of losing the way, Tobe? It's so dark," muttered -Wilson.</p> - -<p>"Nary time I ain't. Lose nothin'! Me? <i>Git</i> out! Wasn't I <i>raised</i> in -the woods? Couldn't I smell my way, even ef I was blinded? In <i>course</i> -I kin. Don't be skeered 'bout thet, Ned. I'll take you as straight thar -as a drunken Injun's trail—fer you know we've got to go mighty crooked -through the dark, on this bresh. Now keep cluss together and don't make -no n'ise. Don't holler out, even ef the limbs saws your heads off. -'Tain't nothin'—a'ter you git used to it."</p> - -<p>The guide hurried abruptly to his left, and strode rapidly along, -holding onto the bridle of the horse ridden by Mrs. Wilson. After her -came Annie, with Wilson bringing up the rear, leading the spare horse.</p> - -<p>Owing to the darkness, considerable noise was unavoidably made, but -as they soon gained a point at a fair distance from the trail Castor -believed there was but little danger of being overheard. As a matter -of course, he reasoned that such Indians—and he fell fully assured -that there were more or less in the neighborhood, from the bold threats -of Dusky Dick—as were lurking around, would naturally keep near the -main trail, as the two families were all living within some miles of -that point.</p> - -<p>Thus he pressed on through the woods at a good pace, for now time was -precious. A long road lay before them, and unless a certain distance -could be gained before day-dawn, he believed their chances of ultimate -escape would be faint indeed.</p> - -<p>The riders found that his warning was well founded, for more than once -they were almost brushed from their saddles, by the low-hanging boughs, -and only by lying almost flat along their horses' necks, could they -proceed with any degree of safety. Then their animals were mainly left -to their own guidance, but naturally followed close in the footsteps of -the one led by Castor.</p> - -<p>For several miles the fugitives proceeded in this manner, which was -inexpressibly wearisome, and more than once had Wilson urged Castor -to seek the trail leading direct to the cabin of Wesley Stevens. But -the guide refused, as it would be incurring foolish risk. The unbroken -woods were far safer in his estimation.</p> - -<p>But their journey was not to be completed without interruption, and one -soon came that threatened serious consequences. It occurred in this -manner.</p> - -<p>As they were proceeding at a fair gait, a bright flash spouted forth -from one side of the little party, at only a few yards' distance, and -mingled with sharp report, came the spiteful <i>hum</i> of a ragged bullet -as it hurtled close to the head of Mrs. Wilson. Then a loud, fierce -yell broke upon their hearing.</p> - -<p>The horses were badly frightened by these sudden and unexpected sounds, -and broke loose from all control, wildly plunging on through the woods. -And the voice of Castor was heard, crying:</p> - -<p>"Keep together, an' let the animiles went! Foller me!"</p> - -<p>Fleet-footed as a deer, he sprung forward and clutched the bridle-rein -that had been wrenched from his grasp; then ran beside the horse, now -leading the way. Occasionally he would raise his voice—knowing that, -if they were indeed followed, this could not add to their peril, as the -loud crashing made by the affrighted animals could be heard further -than his cries—and it was essential that none of the party should -become separated from the others.</p> - -<p>For nearly a mile this headlong race was maintained, and then Castor -suddenly checked the horse he was guiding. He could hear nothing of any -pursuer, and had resolved that now, if ever, was the time to throw any -such off the scent.</p> - -<p>"Is it all right, Ed?" he anxiously cried, approaching Wilson.</p> - -<p>"Yes—I believe so. Is Mary hurt?"</p> - -<p>"No—I am safe. But Annie—where is she?" replied Mrs. Wilson, -breathlessly.</p> - -<p>"Here—I caught her horse as it ran past. Are you hurt, Annie?"</p> - -<p>There came no answer, and Wilson repeated the inquiry, in wondering -alarm. Tobe Castor sprung forward with a cry, and stood beside the -horse.</p> - -<p>It was dark and gloomy there, in the forest depths, where the -thickly-crested tree-tops effectually prevented the moon's rays from -falling on the earth, and nothing could be seen. The sense of feeling -must be depended upon, merely.</p> - -<p>Castor reached out and touched the snorting horse. It trembled like a -leaf. He called aloud on Annie's name, but she did not answer.</p> - -<p>His hands fell upon the saddle. <i>It was empty—Annie was gone!</i></p> - -<p>The old scout uttered a low cry and staggered back. The blow was a -fearful one, and he felt it as though the lost one had been his own -child.</p> - -<p>"My God! Castor, what is it?" gasped Wilson, alarmed at the tone of the -hunter, and bending forward in the saddle as though he would pierce the -dense obscurity with his distended eyeballs.</p> - -<p>"The gal is gone!"</p> - -<p>Mrs. Wilson uttered a low, gasping groan, and reeled in her seat. Tobe -sprung forward and caught her sinking form lowering her gently to -the ground. In a moment Wilson was beside her, half-distracted by the -terrible events that pressed so closely upon them.</p> - -<p>"Give her a sup o' this," gloomily said Castor, producing a small flask -of whisky. "'Tain't no time fer faintin' <i>now</i>. We've got our hands -full 'thout <i>thet</i>."</p> - -<p>"What must we—what <i>can</i> we do?" cried the father, chokingly, as he -strove to revive the fainting woman.</p> - -<p>"<i>Work</i>—work like blazes. No use goin' furder ontil we find thet gal; -ef it kin be did. <i>Ef</i>—it <i>must</i> be did! Thunder! I'll find her ef I -hev to take an' rip the hull teetotal kentry through my old hat! See 'f -I don't, now," and Castor spoke with strong emphasis.</p> - -<p>Mrs. Wilson now gave signs of returning consciousness. Strong-nerved, -she was not one to yield long to any misfortune, however heavy and -bitter it might be.</p> - -<p>"Now, Ed," added Tobe, thoughtfully, "this is what we must do. You may -stay here with her an' the hosses, 'ca'se we may need them afore long. -I'll go back 'long the trail as we kem by, an' look fer the gal. She -must 'a' bin knocked off by some pesky limb, an' won't hev gone fur. -I'll find her, never fear."</p> - -<p>"But the Indians—those who fired at us? They may have found her," -faltered Wilson.</p> - -<p>"'Tain't likely, fer I didn't hear thar yell as they'd 'a' give ef they -hed. I don't think they'd notice her tumble a-tall. An' then ag'in, -I don't think thar was more'n one or two, or they'd 'a' follered us -closter. Most likely jest a stray, prowlin' critter, who run jest as -soon's he shot at us."</p> - -<p>"I hope so—but why can't we all go?"</p> - -<p>"Don't be a fool, now, Ed, <i>don't</i>. S'posin' thar <i>was</i> a wheen o' reds -nigh, wouldn't we look nice a-blunderin' right spang into 'em? They'd -hear us a-comin', an' then lay fer us. Then whar'd we be? No, <i>sir</i>. -Whatever's did I must do, alone, by myself. You must stay here to keep -<i>her</i> comp'ny—onless, indeed, you keep right on to the shanty fer -Fred. Which is it?"</p> - -<p>"No, we must not leave Annie—Fred is a man, and better able to take -care of himself. We will wait here."</p> - -<p>"All right, then. But fust, wait ontil I find a better place fer ye to -lay low in than this," and Castor started away from the spot.</p> - -<p>"Is Annie gone, Edward?" murmured Mrs. Wilson feebly.</p> - -<p>"Yes—but Tobe says he can find her. She is safe, I believe, but was -brushed off the horse's back. He will find her never fear."</p> - -<p>"Here ye be, folks," muttered the old hunter, as he returned. "Kin you -walk a leetle, Mary?"</p> - -<p>"Yes, I can; I think."</p> - -<p>"Holp her, Ed, while I take the animiles. Foller me."</p> - -<p>In a few moments the refuge was gained; a sort of natural bower, -where, even by the light of day, a casual observer would scarcely have -noticed their presence, and in the darkness, unless some noise should -betray them, an entire tribe of red-skins might have passed within -arm's-length of the covert, without suspecting their presence.</p> - -<p>"You stay here an' keep still. Don't move or speak 'bove a cat's -whisper, ontil I come back. I'll give the call o' the night-hawk -twicet. You know it, Ed?"</p> - -<p>"Yes, but be—"</p> - -<p>Tobe did not wait to hear the conclusion of this sentence, but turned -and glided away. His mind was far from being at ease, although he had -endeavored to cheer up the fugitives with a confidence he was far from -possessing, as he knew that it was no time for despondency.</p> - -<p>He knew that Annie had most likely been knocked from the saddle by a -limb, and that she might have received such injury as prevented her -crying out. And then again she might have suddenly been pounced upon by -the one who had fired the treacherous shot, and taken prisoner before -she could give the alarm.</p> - -<p>If hurt, the chances were against his finding her, in the darkness, and -to await the light of day would be perilous in the extreme, now that -the vicinity of deadly enemies was put beyond a doubt. Still he did not -entirely despair; it was not his nature to do so, while breath remained.</p> - -<p>Tobe glided along cautiously, seeming to avoid collision with the -thickly-growing tree-trunks and bushes by instinct, keeping as near -as he could tell, in the trace of their wild flight. His hearing was -keenly alert, and he looked for some signs or sounds to tell him -whether the hidden horseman had followed them or not.</p> - -<p>But he reached a point near where the alarm had been given the horses, -without seeing or hearing aught to confirm either his suspicions or -hopes. Then he paused to listen more intently.</p> - -<p>His lips compressed tightly and one hand sought the haft of his ready -knife, as he heard the sound of faint footfalls, apparently approaching -him. Still he did not speak or move, not knowing whether friend or foe -advanced.</p> - -<p>The steps sounded more and more distinct, until Tobe felt assured that -the comer was not the girl he sought: the tread was too regular and -deliberate for that of a frightened wanderer. Then who could it be but -a foe?</p> - -<p>A dark form appeared outlined against the less opaque atmosphere, -within a few feet of the crouching scout. With knife drawn, Castor -reached out, and finding a small twig, snapped it with a sharp noise.</p> - -<p>A low guttural exclamation came from the figure, and it started back as -if in alarm. That satisfied Castor, who sprung forward with a low howl -of anger.</p> - -<p>His arms closed around a brawny form, but a quick motion rendered -the knife-stroke futile, and then they fell to the ground together, -battling fiercely for the mastery. Their arms were twined around each -other, so that their knives were of little use.</p> - -<p>It was now a struggle for life or death!</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<p class="ph2">CHAPTER V.</p> - -<p class="center">THE BURNING CABIN.</p> - - -<p><span class="smcap">A dim</span>, shadowy, phantom-like chain flitting silently through the forest -depths. A living chain, composed of human beings—at least in outward -semblance—bent upon an errand of bloodshed and death.</p> - -<p>They pause at the edge of a considerable clearing, and gaze out upon -it. A rude log-cabin stands here at the foot of a good-sized hill. In -the darkness, it seems as though there were two buildings, but one is a -huge square bowlder. A mass of rock that has puzzled many to tell where -it came from. It gives a name to the cabin and its owners, "the people -of the lodge by the great rock."</p> - -<p>The cabin is the one where we met the Stevens family. The human chain -is led by One Eye—Sloan Young, the half-breed heretofore alluded to. -He and his comrades have come here to perform their part of the bloody -plan, to further which the Indian, Bob-tailed Horse, had been sent to -gain admittance into the cabin.</p> - -<p>"It is nearly time," muttered One Eye, in the Sioux dialect.</p> - -<p>"Yes, the pale-faces are asleep before now," added one of the Indians.</p> - -<p>"We will not wait any longer. Come, let us go," and One Eye entered the -clearing and glided stealthily toward the cabin that stood silent and -gloomy in the shadow of the hill.</p> - -<p>The half-breed paused when beside the rude structure and uttered -a call; one common to that place and time of year—the cry of the -night-hawk. Then he stepped forward and pressed gently against the door.</p> - -<p>To his surprise it did not yield. He again uttered the signal, upon -which the traitor was to throw wide the door, but still without the -desired result.</p> - -<p>"The fool has drank fire-water until his brain is asleep! He has -forgotten his duty," angrily hissed the half-breed.</p> - -<p>"It is growing late and our weapons are hungry for white blood. Let us -break open the lodge. They can do nothing," muttered the Indian who had -spoken before, who was evidently of higher rank than the others who -stood silently behind him.</p> - -<p>"We can do it. One rush will overpower them. But remember—the young -squaw must not be harmed. She is <i>mine</i>—for my squaw," earnestly added -Young.</p> - -<p>"It is well. One Eye shall have her," and then the chief spoke a few -words to his followers, who drew together and made a heavy rush against -the door.</p> - -<p>It flew open so suddenly that one-half their number fell in a sprawling -heap upon the floor, half-way across the room. Then with wild yells and -cries Young and the chief sprung over their forms, and glared around -for their anticipated victims.</p> - -<p>But where were they? Why did not their cries of wild alarm and terror -break forth upon the air? Surely there had been noise enough made to -awaken them from the soundest slumber!</p> - -<p>Raging furiously, Young rushed into the second room, but silence met -him there, as well. He could no longer doubt the truth.</p> - -<p>"A light—quick!" he snarled fiercely, in his rage speaking in English. -"They cain't all hev gone. Cusses on that drunken fool!"</p> - -<p>A light was speedily struck, and applied to a heap of clothing that lay -upon the floor. As the blaze shot up, the interior of the cabin was -rendered visible. Here, as at Wilson's, the disordered furniture and -various articles strewn about the floor, told of a hasty and recent -flight.</p> - -<p>The half-breed quickly ran through the rooms, and found nothing there -to wreak his fury upon. The loft, likewise, was empty. His anger and -disappointment was fearful.</p> - -<p>Led by him the Indians procured lights and ran outside to find, if -possible, some trace of the fugitives. While some searched for a trail, -others sought among the brush and hollows along the hillside, in the -faint hope that the fugitives had sought shelter there.</p> - -<p>A faint ruddy glow now appeared upon the sky in the south-east, -growing momentarily more vivid and clear. One of the Indians pointed it -out to Sloan Young, who replied with a diabolical grin:</p> - -<p>"It is the work of Dusky Dick. He has had better fortune than we."</p> - -<p>Then as if this sight had reminded him of it, the renegade ran to the -building and stirred up the dying fire, piling on clothes, bed-ticks, -furniture and every thing movable, that would burn. Then he retreated -once more, uttering a fiendish yell of delight.</p> - -<p>Soon the flames burst through the open doorway, roaring and crackling -as though in high glee at thus being turned loose to work its will. -A torch was applied to the straw-thatched stables, and then as the -affrighted stock ran lowing or neighing around their corrals, the dusky -demons shot them down, uttering wild yells of diabolical exultation.</p> - -<p>But the half-breed and his chief glided around, striving to decipher -the meaning of the many tracks that covered the ground. They were -moving toward the forest, where their own party had not so defaced -the ground with their trampling to and fro, when an unexpected sound -startled them.</p> - -<p>It was a cry, long and unearthly, seeming like, yet unlike a human -voice. But if indeed one, then it must proceed from some person either -in agonizing pain or mortal terror.</p> - -<p>Again and again it came to their ears, with increasing distinctness, -and even more startling than at first. And the dusky crowd glanced at -each other in mute alarm.</p> - -<p>They knew not what to make of it. Wherever they turned, from that point -the horrible shrieks seemed to issue. If they looked, it appeared to -come down from the skies.</p> - -<p>The savages ceased their work of barbarous destruction and gathered -together. They felt alarm, that was rapidly increasing, at they knew -not what.</p> - -<p>The chief was scarcely less impressed, but Sloan Young did not exhibit -the same symptoms. His face was eagerly turned toward the blazing -cabin, through whose roof the flames were now ascending. Then as -another yell broke upon his hearing, he said:</p> - -<p>"It is from the lodge! The pale-faces have hidden beneath it, and are -being <i>roasted alive</i>!"</p> - -<p>The terror of the savages quickly gave place to emotions of anger, at -thus being cheated out of the coveted scalps. The heat was now too -intense for them to accomplish any thing in the way of releasing the -sufferers.</p> - -<p>Then they started back with cries of wondering dismay. A shrill shriek -of fearful torture rung out, and then a figure sprung from the fiery -furnace and darted toward them; its arms flung wildly aloft, its -garments dropping in charred fragments from its limbs.</p> - -<p>Then with another long-drawn cry, it sunk to the ground, almost at the -feet of Sloan Young. The half-breed bent over it, but shrunk back at -the horrible stench of burning flesh that arose from the body. Still he -had recognized the unfortunate, burned and disfigured though it was.</p> - -<p>"It is Bob-tailed Horse!" he exclaimed, turning to the chief.</p> - -<p>And such was the case. He had been cast down the pit bound and gagged, -as detailed, but soon recovered his senses. There he lay until he heard -the angry voices of his confederates above him, and heard himself -blamed for the disappointment.</p> - -<p>He strove to cry out, but the gag had been firmly applied and his limbs -were useless. In striving to free himself, he rolled over upon his face.</p> - -<p>Then he heard the ominous crackling above him, and the pungent smoke -that soon came to his nostrils, told him of a new and fearful peril. -And yet he was helpless to avert it. His bonds would not give, nor -could he utter even a groan.</p> - -<p>The heat increased until the sweat streamed from every pore. The air -became so close and hot that he nearly suffocated. At every breath it -was like inhaling molten lead.</p> - -<p>His prison became lighter, and he knew that the floor was being burned -through. And still he struggled to burst his bonds; strove in vain. -The skin cracked and shriveled up beneath the intense heat, and his -tortures were excruciating.</p> - -<p>The floor above him was one mass of coals. Then cinders fell upon his -bare neck, hot and glowing. He shook his head, but the coal adhered to -the hissing flesh.</p> - -<p>Another and another fell, until his body was literally covered with the -blazing sparks. Either the cords had been weakened by fire, or else the -torturing coals had given Bob-tailed Horse a fictitious strength, for -with one mighty effort he burst them asunder, and snatching the gag -from his mouth, uttered a wild cry for help.</p> - -<p>His hair caught fire and blazed furiously about his face. His flesh was -fairly hissing beneath the heat, and it seemed as though he was one -mass of fire. He screamed and yelled with frantic fury.</p> - -<p>He sprung upward and caught at one of the glowing sleepers. It broke -beneath his weight, and he fell back, covered with the hotly-blazing -<i>debris</i>. Again he sprung to his feet and essayed to gain the level -floor; and again he fell back, screeching—dying.</p> - -<p>More of the floor crumbled away, and then he sprung upon the edge of -the narrow pit. With yet another cry, he fell forward upon his face in -the glowing mass of coals.</p> - -<p>He tottered to his feet and rushed blindly forward, sinking nearly -knee-deep in the burning embers. He ran against the still standing logs -and staggered back; his eyesight was gone.</p> - -<p>But he did not fall, and sprung ahead once more. This time he emerged -from the doorway, and then with a gasping yell, he fell to the ground.</p> - -<p>And yet, after all this torture, he still lived. Though he had -undergone enough to have killed a half-score of men, the spark of life -still flickered faintly in his breast.</p> - -<p>He knew he was among friends, and cried out for water. More from his -gestures, than aught else, he was understood, and Young hastened to -supply his wants. Not from motives of pity, but because he hoped to -gain some valuable information from the dying wretch.</p> - -<p>The spring was close by, and a hatful of cold water was brought the -scarred and mangled sufferer. He drank it down eagerly and begged -piteously for more.</p> - -<p>"Tell me first," said One Eye, in the Sioux dialect, "where are the -pale-faces?"</p> - -<p>"Gone—water—water!" gasped the wretch.</p> - -<p>"<i>Where?</i>" sternly cried Young. "Tell me all or you shall perish for -want of a drop of water. Tell me and you shall have all you wish."</p> - -<p>"Gone to—over <i>there</i>," was the husky reply.</p> - -<p>"To Wilson's?" asked Young, in English.</p> - -<p>"Yes—young brave tell 'um—they go—run 'way—"</p> - -<p>One Eye sprung to his feet with a peculiar cry. He had learned all he -wished.</p> - -<p>"Water—water!" gasped the sufferer, but his plea was unheeded.</p> - -<p>He could be of no further service to them. He might die a dog's death, -as he had lived a dog's life. What cared they?</p> - -<p>"Come—there is no time to lose. We must hasten or they will escape -us yet. Follow me, and their scalps shall hang at our girdles before -another sun!" yelled One Eye, as he dashed away from the burning cabin, -closely followed by the savages, leaving the dying wretch as he lay, to -gasp out his feeble remnant of life in fruitless appeals for water!</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<p class="ph2">CHAPTER VI.</p> - -<p class="center">AN UNEXPECTED MEETING.</p> - - -<p><span class="smcap">As</span> Dusky Dick turned from the loft, after his fruitless search, a loud, -shrill yell from one of his braves without, told him that the trail had -been found. He uttered a little cry of exultation and flung his blazing -brand upon the bed, as he dashed out of doors.</p> - -<p>The trail-hunters had found where the beasts had been mounted, and then -from that point the tracks led in a straight line toward the forest. -There seemed but one solution of this. The settler had taken alarm at -the threats of Dusky Dick, and had resolved to journey to the lower -settlements. The renegade bitterly cursed his precipitancy, and his -folly in losing sight of his intended victims even for a moment, when -the game was entirely in his own hands.</p> - -<p>"Look! the lodge is burning!" exclaimed a savage, to Dusky Dick.</p> - -<p>The brand the latter had thoughtlessly flung upon the bed had done its -work. The flames were shooting up, leaping hither and thither, roaring -and crackling as if in fiendish glee.</p> - -<p>"Let it burn. It will shelter no more of our enemies," and he turned -away with a grim smile.</p> - -<p>John Stevens was standing near, under guard of two brawny braves, -who kept a vigilant watch over him. His blood was boiling within him -at this last act of wanton malignancy, but fortunately he controlled -his anger before it broke forth into words, that, while they could do -him no good, might be productive of harm, in the wrathful mood of his -captors.</p> - -<p>Dusky Dick now renewed his instructions to the guards to keep careful -watch over the captive, and then set forward after such of his braves -as were tracing out the course of the fugitives by torchlight. The -hoof-tracks crossed the clearing, and entered the trail leading to the -lower settlements.</p> - -<p>Thus far it was plain sailing, and Dusky Dick thought he divined the -plans of the fugitives. He believed they were pressing on at a hot pace -for the safer country below, and resolved to give them chase.</p> - -<p>He could not proceed rapidly enough by torchlight trailing, and indeed, -knowing the lay of the country so well, he did not think there was any -further need of this aid. On foot he could proceed much more rapidly -than the fugitives upon horseback, through the tangled woods.</p> - -<p>But it would be impossible to carry his prisoner along. There would be -too great a risk of losing him, and besides, he would only delay them.</p> - -<p>So Dusky Dick turned to the two guards and bade them take Stevens and -hasten at once to the lodge by the great rock, where they were to -deliver him to Sloan Young, according to the bargain already made. Then -he and his braves dashed away at headlong speed along the trace.</p> - -<p>Ever since his capture, John had been busy. He knew that unless he -could effect his escape that night, his chances for life were very -slim. He would die by torture, most probably, for Sloan Young was a -bitter, relentless enemy.</p> - -<p>His hands had been bound behind him with strong deer-skin thongs. -Then another cord had been wound several times around his body, thus -pinioning his arms close to his sides. It seemed as though escape from -these bonds, unaided, was an impossibility.</p> - -<p>John had thoroughly tested the strength of the thong securing his -wrists, and knew that he could not break it while his arms were so -confined that he could not exert his strength to any advantage. He saw -that he must first rid himself of the cords around his arms and body.</p> - -<p>And to this end he had been working since before the cabin was reached. -While the search was being prosecuted, he had been backed up against -the building's side by his captors. Here he had caught one of the cords -upon a knot, and had succeeded in pulling it down over his hands; thus -the most difficult part of the task was accomplished.</p> - -<p>The rest was comparatively easy. The one turn, thus loosened, gradually -divided its surplus with the others, until John could work his hands -slightly up and down. When the party entered the woods, along the horse -trail, only one cord bound his arms!</p> - -<p>Then that slipped down, and during the consultation, John, with a -quick, dextrous twist, brought his bound hands up over his head, and -dropped them in front; the movement not being noticed in the gloom. -Cautiously raising his hands, Stevens applied his strong, sharp teeth -to the thongs, and though he had barely half a score moments to work -in, he improved this time so well that the thong parted at a quick pull -upon it.</p> - -<p>His first impulse was to turn and flee for life, but that would be too -great a risk, and the young settler had sufficient good sense to await -a more favorable opportunity.</p> - -<p>Then he was given to the two braves, to be conducted to the half-breed, -One Eye. Stevens felt a thrill of delight at this, for he felt that -his escape was all but assured. Surely, during the long three miles he -could effect an escape, now that only two were left to guard him.</p> - -<p>But a danger threatened him, that he had not foreseen. He was being led -back to the blazing cabin, and once within the broad circle of light -cast around it, it was highly probable one of the red-skins would -notice that the cord was broken around his wrists.</p> - -<p>However, that must be chanced, and as the young settler managed to -screen the broken ends, holding them under his hands, again crossed -behind his back, he believed they would pass muster. The clearing -was entered, a red-skin walking upon either side of him, clutching a -shoulder.</p> - -<p>The building was now blazing furiously, and Stevens felt a choking -sensation as he gazed upon it. Many a happy hour had he spent beneath -that roof, with those who, for aught he knew to the contrary, might -even then be lying cold and still in the embrace of death.</p> - -<p>He strove manfully to banish these ideas, but was not entirely -successful. There was a heavy weight at his heart, and a premonition of -coming evil rested upon his spirit.</p> - -<p>As the clearing was crossed, the cabin being left directly behind the -trio, a low cry broke from John's lips. Before them, afar off, was a -ruddy glow, lighting up the skies high above the tree-tops. It needed -not a second glance to tell the young settler the meaning of this. The -position plainly revealed that. It was the conflagration built by One -Eye; the blazing of the second cabin.</p> - -<p>The Indians urged John along rapidly. One walked before, the other -behind, within arm's length of their prisoner. Evidently they did not -intend throwing away a chance, but were resolved to convey him safely -to his destination.</p> - -<p>They had not proceeded far from the Wilson cabin, when the foremost -Indian paused with a low hiss, and bent his ear toward the ground. To -the right and front he could distinguish the tramp of horses' hoofs.</p> - -<p>"Perhaps 'tis One Eye, crossing with horses captured from the people of -the lodge by the great rock," muttered the savage, whose hand rested -upon John's shoulder.</p> - -<p>"It may be. Let Tichenet wait here with the pale-face, while Asamee -goes to see," hastily muttered the other, arising and gliding away in -the forest, choosing a course so as to intercept the horsemen, whoever -they might be, leaving the other two where they stood.</p> - -<p>John believed that the time had now come for him to make a bold stroke -for freedom, assured that no other so good a chance would be given -him. And so, while waiting for Asamee to gain a safe distance, he -entirely freed his hands.</p> - -<p>Stealing a glance at his guard, Stevens saw that one hand rested upon a -knife-haft, while his head was bent in an attitude of acute attention. -His thoughts were mainly with his comrade, and the probable issue of -his venture.</p> - -<p>Stevens tightly clenched his hand, and gently drew it back. Suddenly -there came a startling interruption. A clear, spiteful crack -echoed through the forest, slowly followed by a wild, shrill yell, -unmistakably that of an Indian, probably that of Asamee, as the -direction corresponded with the one taken by him.</p> - -<p>Tichenet uttered a low cry, and, dropping his grasp from the prisoner's -shoulder, he started forward a pace, his nostrils dilating like those -of a hound upon a breast-high scent. The golden opportunity was -offered, and John was not a man to neglect it.</p> - -<p>His wiry right arm shot out, the tightly-clenched fist alighting full -beneath the red-skin's unguarded ear, felling him to the ground like -a dog, the blood gushing from his mouth and nostrils. Stevens did -not trust to this, but sprung upon the senseless form, plucking the -half-drawn knife from the nerveless grasp, he drove it deep down into -the red-skin's broad breast.</p> - -<p>Then John seized the fallen rifle, assuring himself it had received -no injury; after which he secured the ammunition and belt, placing in -it, when buckled around his waist, the knife and hatchet of his dead -foe. He could scarcely restrain a cry of exultation, as he felt himself -once more a free man, provided with means of offense or defense, as the -occasion might require.</p> - -<p>There was no need to repeat the blow. It had been delivered by a true -and strong hand. The red-skin's heart was literally cloven in twain.</p> - -<p>John paused and listened intently. He could hear no sounds save the -usual ones of a summer night in the forest; the hum of countless -insects, the chirp of the tree-toad, the sighing of the gentle breeze -amid the tree-tops.</p> - -<p>He knew that his friends were somewhere in the forest; the two blazing -cabins told him that, but just where, he had no means of knowing. But -he believed the party fired at by Asamee—if indeed it was his rifle -they had heard—were none other than his relatives, under convoy of -Fred Wilson, who had taken horses and were hastening toward the cabin -he had so lately left.</p> - -<p>But surely they must have noted the glare of the blazing building, and -it would tell them that foes were, or had lately been there. Then they -would naturally give it a wide berth, which would account for their -being off the main trail.</p> - -<p>Still, John thought it strange he heard no further sounds. If they had -fired at Asamee, why did not that worthy return? His yell had come -<i>after</i> the shot; neither was it a death-cry. That much Stevens felt -confident of.</p> - -<p>"John Stevens, you're a fool!" he disgustedly muttered, apostrophizing -himself, after a brief hesitation. "If you want to find out, why don't -you go where you can, instead of standing here like a simpleton."</p> - -<p>Acting upon this sensible advice, John turned and glided from the -blood-stained trace into the forest, as nearly as he could guess, in a -direct line toward the point from whence had proceeded the alarm. But -the delay had somewhat confused him, and he bore considerably to the -left.</p> - -<p>He was forced to advance slowly, for fear of coming into unexpected -collision with Asamee, and some little time was consumed ere he gained -the vicinity—as he believed—of the spot. Then he remained silent, -listening intently for some sound to tell him how matters stood.</p> - -<p>After what seemed an age—but in reality, only a few moments—he -fancied he could distinguish a faint rustling noise, at only a few -yards' distance; but if so, the person, whoever it might be, was going -from him, as the next moment he lost the sound entirely. John felt if -his weapons were in readiness for use, and then glided forward, as -noiselessly as possible, toward the point from whence had proceeded the -suspicious noise.</p> - -<p>Again he heard the sound, and now could quite plainly distinguish the -fall of irregular footsteps, evidently made by a human being. Believing -they were those of Asamee, and burning to wreak a bitter revenge upon -him for the threats and abuse he had so plentifully bestowed upon him -when a captive, Stevens drew his knife and followed the footsteps, -displaying considerable skill for one so little versed in woodcraft as -he was, making scarcely more noise than the velvet-pawed panther when -stealing upon its prey.</p> - -<p>In this manner John had proceeded for several hundred yards, then -growing warm in the chase, pressed on with more speed than caution, -eager to bring affairs to a termination. Suddenly the sound of -footsteps ceased, and he imitated the movement.</p> - -<p>But it was quite evident that he had been heard, despite his -promptness, and that the fugitive had taken the alarm, for the sound -was almost immediately resumed, this time evidencing more speed and -less caution than before. Stevens sprung forward, determined to -overtake the fugitive at all hazards.</p> - -<p>It was a difficult matter, this running through the tangled woods, but -above the noise made by himself, Stevens could hear that of the other, -showing that both had to encounter the same difficulties. Then came a -low, gasping cry—a heavy fall, and then John was upon the fugitive, -with knife uplifted to deal the fatal blow.</p> - -<p>But the gleaming weapon descended harmlessly, and also a cry of wonder -broke from his lips as he touched the prostrate form. <i>He felt the -flowing drapery of a woman's dress!</i></p> - -<p>"Mercy—mercy!" gasped the latter, in a voice trembling with fear and -apprehension.</p> - -<p>That voice! How well John knew it! No danger of his confounding it with -any other.</p> - -<p>"Annie—you here!" he uttered, in a tone of wondering surprise.</p> - -<p>"Mercy—have mercy!"</p> - -<p>It was evident that the maiden did not recognize his voice. Her terror -construed it into that of a deadly foe, thirsting for her life.</p> - -<p>"Annie—don't you know me? It is John—John Stevens," and he bent over -the prostrate and trembling form, winding his arms tenderly about her, -pressing his lips to her cold brow.</p> - -<p>It was the first time he had ever ventured so far, but the strange -and exciting circumstances must be his excuse. And the course, too, -answered a good purpose, for the maiden recognized him then, and with a -low cry, flung her arms around his neck, sobbing hysterically.</p> - -<p>The trying events, the sudden alarm, the heavy fall and shock, the -long chase and agony of feeling herself lying helplessly at the mercy -of a vindictive enemy, had proved too much for the usually strong, -self-reliant spirit of the girl. She had been a heroine once that -night; now she was only a weak and trembling woman.</p> - -<p>"John—thank God!" murmured Annie, sobbing from excess of joy. "I -thought it was an Indian."</p> - -<p>"No, it is me," he added; a rather needless assertion, but he was -hardly accountable for his words or actions then, as he clasped the -lovely form closely to his breast, and pressed more than one fervent -kiss upon her lips, now unresisting.</p> - -<p>But then Annie started up with a little cry. The truth had flashed upon -her mind, and brought her back once more to the stern realities of this -life.</p> - -<p>"I forgot—my father, mother—where are they?"</p> - -<p>"Don't you know? Where did they leave you? And you have not told me how -it is I find you here alone, at night," added John, curiously.</p> - -<p>"We were afraid of the Indians, and left home, intending to call -for your folks and then try to reach the lower settlements. But -something—somebody shot at us and frightened the horses. Mine ran -beneath a low limb, and I was brushed from his back. The fall must have -stunned me for a time, because I heard nothing more of them. Then as -I got up and walked away, trying to find where they went, I heard you -after me, and thought it was an Indian. The rest you know," hurriedly -explained the maiden.</p> - -<p>"I'm afraid we're all in a bad fix, Annie. If you look, you can see the -light from your house now. Dusky Dick set it on fire. <i>Our</i> home is on -fire, too. No—don't be frightened; the folks were not in it. Fred came -there and alarmed us, and I started on ahead to tell your folks the -news, but got captured by the Indians. Fred said he would bring on the -others to your house, when we all could go together."</p> - -<p>"And father is on the way up there! He will get killed—I know it!"</p> - -<p>"You said Tobe Castor was with them?"</p> - -<p>"Yes; he came just before dark."</p> - -<p>"Then he will save them from that. He is too old and cunning to walk -blindly into such a scrape. But <i>you</i> I am troubled the most about now."</p> - -<p>"Hark!" whispered Annie, as a startling sound broke the stillness of -the air.</p> - -<p>It was a loud, hoarse shout, closely followed by a shrill yell; and -then the confused noise as of a mortal struggle between strong men. -John quickly divined the cause.</p> - -<p>"It is your friends, returned to look for you. They have met the Indian -who was with the one I killed. Do you stay here, while I go forward and -help them."</p> - -<p>"No, I will go along," and then the young couple glided rapidly toward -the spot from whence proceeded the confused sounds.</p> - -<p>It was indeed as John had surmised. Tobe Castor had come into collision -with Asamee, and, well matched in point of strength and dexterity, they -were now rolling over the ground in a life and death grapple.</p> - -<p>Tobe had made one blow, his knife sinking deep into the shoulder of the -savage, inflicting a painful flesh wound, but in nowise disabling him. -As he received the wound, Asamee gave a quick twist, that wrenched the -knife from Castor's hand, tearing it from the wound, and hurling it -several yards away.</p> - -<p>However, he found his own hands full without attempting to draw a -weapon, and it bade fair to result in a test of relative strength -and endurance; their arms wound about each other, as they strove -desperately for the mastery. But such was not to be the case.</p> - -<p>Stevens dashed up, and paused before the contestants, with ready knife. -He could not distinguish one from the other; and then, resolving to -chance it, he spoke out.</p> - -<p>"Who is it—white or red?"</p> - -<p>"Both, I reckon—I kin answer fer the white, anyhow," muttered Castor, -the words issuing by jerks. "Who're you?"</p> - -<p>"John Stevens—let me help you," and the young man strove in vain to -gain a fair stroke at Asamee.</p> - -<p>"Gi' me the knife, hyar!" and as he spoke, Castor wrenched one arm -loose, and then dashed his fist with crashing force full in the -red-skin's face, who fell back, confused and bewildered.</p> - -<p>Then Castor seized the proffered weapon. One quick, deadly thrust, and -the contest was ended. Tobe coolly wrenched off the scalp, and then -arose, puffing and blowing like a human porpoise.</p> - -<p>"Wolf! Tough dog <i>thet</i>, fer a red. E'ena'most squoze my outsides in; -durned ef he didn't! But how'd you come here? Hain't see'd nothin' o' -ary stray gal—"</p> - -<p>"Uncle Tobe, where are father and mother?" said Annie, springing -forward, now assured that the strife was ended, by the conversation.</p> - -<p>"Ge—thunder!" ejaculated Tobe, in amazement. "What next? The gal—ef -'tain't, then I'm a liar!" and the old scout clasped Annie to his -breast, in a genuine "bear's hug," at the same time carrying the simile -further, by an uncouth shuffle, quite as graceful as some of bruin's -most finished antics.</p> - -<p>"Don't—you'll smother her!" cried John; and, lover-like, there was a -tinge of uneasiness in his tones, as he beheld another perform the same -thing he had, only a few minutes before; but <i>then</i> it was all right.</p> - -<p>"Nary time—will it honey? Gals ain't easy smothered <i>thet</i> a-way. B'ar -a good deal o' huggin', them critters will. Kinder comes nat'ral to -'em, I guess. Lord bless ye, honey! I've a good mind to scold ye, right -peert, now, fer your skeerin' us all so pesky bad!" but instead, Tobe -smacked her lips right heartily.</p> - -<p>"There, there, uncle Tobe!" and Annie twisted from his grasp. "You -ought to be ashamed of yourself—at such a time, too. But where are -they?"</p> - -<p>"The old folks? Out yonder. They hid while I kem back to hunt you up, -a'ter you jumped off to hunt <i>this</i> feller up. Did, didn't you? Then -how did you chance to find him?"</p> - -<p>"This is hardly the time for joking, Castor," rather crustily -interjected John.</p> - -<p>"Right, you be. Thar—I'm sober as a judge. But findin' thet honey-bird -thar, jest sorter sot me crazy. Did, fer a fact! Jest sot me right on -eend, like. Made me feel good—kinder squirmish all over, an' it had to -come out or bu'st; which wouldn't 'a' be'n pleasant—the bu'stin' part, -I mean. But come—the old folks 'll be mighty oneasy ontil we git back. -Gi' me your hand, honey, an' you, John, keep cluss op."</p> - -<p>"Where do you intend going, Castor?"</p> - -<p>"To your house, a'ter t'others."</p> - -<p>"Our house is like that of Mr. Wilson's—on fire, or burned to the -ground by this time. You can't see the light from here; but we did, a -little back."</p> - -<p>"You don't—then whar's your folks?" exclaimed Tobe, anxiously.</p> - -<p>"Out in the woods, somewhere. Fred gave the alarm—he overheard the -plan as he was coming through the woods toward our house. He sent -me on. He sent me ahead to warn Mr. Wilson, but Dusky Dick's devils -captured me. I saw him set fire to Wilson's house."</p> - -<p>"Then how'd you git away?"</p> - -<p>"He set off after you—along the Lower Trace—and sent me with two -Indians, as guards, to join Sloan Young's gang. We heard your horses, -and one of them ran out to see who it was. I killed the one left with -me. You finished the other, just now," hastily explained John.</p> - -<p>"You don't tell me! Gi' me your hand—no, thar hain't no time for -that <i>now</i>, but you're a trump, anyhow, if I <i>do</i> say so. It's a -peskier job 'n I 'lotted on, durned if 't'aint, now! Hev to use right -smart head-work to git out on it, too, ef we don't mind. <i>Drat</i> the -imps—what's got into 'em, anyhow?" and Tobe spoke in a voice of -intense disgust.</p> - -<p>"What do you think best to be done, now?"</p> - -<p>"Don't talk—I've got to <i>think</i>. Take the gal, an' keep cluss ahind -me. Thar—so."</p> - -<p>John passed one arm around the lithe waist of the maiden, who shrunk -back at first, but then, as his pressure increased, she yielded, -and felt all the better for so doing. Really, despite their ominous -surroundings, the young couple were progressing finely.</p> - -<p>Not another word was spoken until Tobe Castor paused and uttered the -agreed upon signal; the cry of the night-hawk. Then Wilson and his -wife sprung forward from their covert.</p> - -<p>"Annie—our child—where is she?" gasped the mother, breathlessly.</p> - -<p>"Here, mother!" and then the trio were locked in a close and warm -embrace.</p> - -<p>Tobe touched Stevens upon the arm, and drew him to one side. They were -the only ones of the party fit for sober consultation, now.</p> - -<p>"You say that pesky half-breed, Sloan Young, was at your house?" asked -the old scout.</p> - -<p>"Yes. I heard Dusky Dick say so."</p> - -<p>"You don't think he—that is, you think the folks got out safe?"</p> - -<p>"I do. If not, we would have heard of it. There was no shooting. -Besides, Fred got there soon after dark, and was to start right away -for here. He feared an attack would be made upon his people, too."</p> - -<p>"Then they're on the road, <i>some whars</i>. They must 'a' see'd the light, -as they hed higher ground to look frum, 'n we had. O' course Young 'd -set out a'ter 'em, hot-fut. Then you say Dusky Dick went out torst the -settlements?"</p> - -<p>"Yes. Along the Lower Trace. He believed you had gone that way."</p> - -<p>"I 'lowed he should. But mayhap 'twould 'a' bin better if we hed 'a' -kep' on, as 't turns out now. We'll hev 'em both afore an' ahind, -now—durn 'em! But we'll hev to run the chances, fer all I see," -gloomily muttered Tobe.</p> - -<p>"But our folks—what about them?" and there was a deep anxiety visible -in the young man's voice, as he spoke.</p> - -<p>"They're in the hands o' the good Lord, boy. We cain't do nothin' fer -'em now, onless we stumble onto 'em, like. The boy's with 'em, you say, -an' he's wuth a heap in a muss like this 'ere. If so be it's to be, -they'll git through all safe; but if not, then the Lord have marcy on -thar souls!" solemnly added the hunter.</p> - -<p>"Amen! But I fear the worst. I wish I was with them, now."</p> - -<p>"You could do them but little good, if the worst is to come. Fred is -thar, an' now you must kind o' take his place here. We'll need our -best licks to bring 'em through, I'm afeerd."</p> - -<p>"Tobe," said Wilson, approaching him, "what've we to do, now? Annie -says Fred is not at Stevens'."</p> - -<p>"We must turn 'bout face, an' strike fer the settlements. Not -deerect, thar, fer Dusky Dick is 'tween us an' them; but by a sort o' -circumbendibus like, thet'll throw them off o' the scent. We'll b'ar to -the east—"</p> - -<p>The further speech of the old hunter was abruptly cut short, by a -series of thrilling sounds. Full well the little party knew the meaning -of these, and each one shuddered convulsively at the dire visions -conjured up before their mind's eye.</p> - -<p>A rifle-shot, a shrill yell—other shots, followed by more cries and -yells; then a wild uproar, as of deadly strife, at close quarters.</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<p class="ph2">CHAPTER VII.</p> - -<p class="center">THE FOREST TRAGEDY.</p> - - -<p><span class="smcap">We</span> will now turn to and trace up the fortunes of the little party whom -we left just quitting the "lodge by the rock," and entering the gloomy -forest.</p> - -<p>A longing, lingering look was cast back at the rude but loved -structure, which had sheltered them for so long a time. But there was -no retreating now.</p> - -<p>Fred was probably the most anxious one of the party, for he knew, -better far than they, the real extent of the peril that menaced. He -knew that they would be fortunate indeed, were all members of both -families alive and well at the next day-dawning.</p> - -<p>He was not without some experience in Indian fighting, for before they -removed to Minnesota, he had spent several winters trapping in the -Blackfoot country, and with Tobe Castor, had, more than once, made -his mark upon the persons of the dusky-skinned heathen. And since -his residence here, Fred had kept his woodcraft brushed up, by long -hunting excursions with the old scout.</p> - -<p>So he cautioned his companions to step lightly and to avoid all -conversation, while he glided on some yards in advance, trusting to -discover any impending danger long enough beforehand to guard them from -it. Their progress was necessarily slow, but the value of the young -ranger's precautions was soon made apparent.</p> - -<p>Fred's keen ear caught the sounds of approaching footsteps, and rapidly -falling back, he drew his companions to one side on the narrow trace, -where they crouched down amid the bushes. Fred knelt before them, his -weapons ready for instant use, in case a collision was unavoidable.</p> - -<p>The light pattering sound drew nearer, and then one form after another -glided directly past the fugitives, who even held their breath, so -imminent seemed the risk of discovery. Then the last link of the living -chain passed by, and was lost to view amid the dense shadows.</p> - -<p>Not until the last sound died utterly away, did Fred venture to move or -speak. Then his voice was low, but full of uneasiness.</p> - -<p>"It was Sloan Young's gang. I recognized him. They have gone to your -home, and when they find their plans are discovered they will be after -us, half-wild."</p> - -<p>"Then let us hasten on at once," impatiently muttered Stevens. "We can -reach your house by the time they get to ours. With such a start there -is no danger of their overtaking us."</p> - -<p>"Not so. You forget that Dusky Dick's gang is somewhere near here, and -if we run across him, then we are lost indeed. A rifle-shot would call -those devils back, and then we would be massacred in a moment—or else -saved for the torture. No, we must use more caution now than ever. Will -you be guided by me? I have had more experience in these matters than -you have, or I should not ask such a thing," added Fred, modestly.</p> - -<p>"Yes—we will do as you say. Only be quick!"</p> - -<p>"Then we will go on as before. Only be as cautious in stepping as -possible, and don't press too close upon me."</p> - -<p>Fred reëntered the path and glided on in advance. He felt extreme -anxiety as to the probable result of the venture, now that he knew foes -were both before and behind.</p> - -<p>He was also anxious regarding the result of John Stevens' errand. If he -had been delayed, or had any thing happened to prevent his gaining the -cabin, matters would be gloomy indeed.</p> - -<p>Dusky Dick was evidently up to mischief, and as he was not with Sloan -Young, what more likely than that he would pay a visit to the Wilson -cabin? Should he do so, and find the inmates unsuspicious of their -danger, an easy victory would be his. No wonder the young settler felt -worried.</p> - -<p>And then he abruptly paused, with a slight exclamation of dismay. -Before him he could distinguish the fast widening trace of a -conflagration; the sky was rapidly reddening with what he knew must be -the glare of a burning cabin—and that cabin none other than his own!</p> - -<p>"See! the devils are at work!" he hissed, in a strained and unnatural -voice, as his companions drew nearer. "It is our cabin on fire!"</p> - -<p>The little party stood in mute anxiety. Their eyes roved from one face -to another. A terrible fear was upon them.</p> - -<p>They could just distinguish the sound of shrill yells, as of Indians, -borne to their ears by the favoring breeze. It sounded like the -death-knell to all their hopes.</p> - -<p>"What will you do now, Fred?" asked Stevens, breaking the painful -silence.</p> - -<p>"I must go ahead and see what that means. If John has been delayed by -any thing, I fear the worst—all is lost. And it looks that way, for I -hear no shooting."</p> - -<p>"Will it be safe?"</p> - -<p>"Not for the rest of you. You must stay here until I can find out how -the ground lies. It would be worse than folly to go forward now, not -knowing who we may meet. Come out here—it will be safer. So if any -red-skins chance along the Trace, they will not discover you, if you -are anyways careful."</p> - -<p>Fred did not pause for a reply, but led the way out a few yards from -the trail. Then he bade the fugitives crouch down amid the underbrush -and await his return, which would be as speedy as possible.</p> - -<p>"Would it not be better for us to keep right on toward the settlements? -It seems dangerous to waste time waiting here, like this."</p> - -<p>"No, it would never do. You would only lose your way, if indeed you did -not run into some ambush. You must stay here until I come back. It is -the best you can do, now."</p> - -<p>"But hasten, then," and the settler composed himself to await the -result with such patience as he could summon.</p> - -<p>As Fred glided noiselessly away through the gloom, a chill fell upon -the spirits of the little party, that seemed a premonition of coming -danger. Stevens started to his feet, intending to venture all, rather -than remain there in suspense, but the women finally persuaded him to -abide by the decision of the young ranger, whose experience in such -matters was far the greatest.</p> - -<p>To increase their anxiety, they now perceived the glow that marked the -destruction of their own home. The circle of death seemed narrowing -around them with each passing moment, and the suspense was absolutely -killing. Any thing, however bad, seemed preferable to this torture.</p> - -<p>The minutes rolled on, each one seeming like an hour of ordinary time, -and still no signs of Fred's return. Then came a rifle-shot from some -point not far distant—a wild yell, followed by the loud crashing of -what seemed horses' hoofs, passing through the forest at headlong -speed. Tremblingly the three fugitives awaited the result, fearing to -move from their covert.</p> - -<p>The glowing beacons upon either hand of them, grew more faint as the -moments passed on, and then were entirely shut out from view by the -gathering clouds, and the thickly clustering tree-tops.</p> - -<p>And still no sign of Fred's return. Stevens could stand the suspense no -longer, but arose to his feet, saying:</p> - -<p>"I will wait no longer. Something must have happened, or he would have -been back long ago. It is throwing away our only chance by stopping -here. Come, let us go."</p> - -<p>"But Fred said"—uttered Jennie, falteringly.</p> - -<p>"I know that, but something must have happened to hinder his coming -back. If we stay here, we will only be smelled out and killed by these -murdering red-skins. Come on," decisively added Stevens, as he moved -away from the spot.</p> - -<p>The women well knew that all resistance would be in vain, and arose to -obey.</p> - -<p>Stevens did not think it prudent to travel in the beaten Trace, lest he -should meet some of the enemy, and so kept along through the forest, -using such skill as he was possessed of, to proceed silently.</p> - -<p>But the danger foreseen by Fred, proved well founded. In the very -outset the borderer went astray. He had lost his bearings, and instead -of proceeding toward the lower settlements, he was pursuing an almost -directly opposite direction, or nearly toward his own cabin—or where -that had previously stood.</p> - -<p>In evading the tree-trunks and clumps of bushes, he deviated from a -direct course, now bearing to the right, now left, until he almost -struck the beaten trail they had lately traversed, when led by Fred -Wilson. And then Stevens ran headlong into the very danger he was most -anxious to avoid.</p> - -<p>The settler came first, then his wife, and after her, Jennie. The dress -of the latter caught upon a root, and she paused to loosen it; a fact -that probably saved her life.</p> - -<p>For just then a wild yell rung out from close before Stevens, -accompanied by a sharp crack and broad glare that lighted up the scene -for a moment, with startling vividness. By it the settler saw the dusky -figures of some half-score savages, and with impulse of the moment, he -threw up his rifle, firing at the foremost one.</p> - -<p>A thrilling death-yell that followed told that his shot had not been -spent in vain, but then a return volley rung out, and he staggered -back, wounded unto death. He stumbled over the prostrate form of his -wife, whom the first shot had stricken down, but recovered himself as -the enemy sprung forward with exultant whoops and yells.</p> - -<p>For a brief moment the settler battled with frantic fury, but all was -in vain. The bullet that first struck him had reached the seat of life, -and then a knife pierced his side. Still defiant, he sunk down, with a -hoarse cry, upon the body of his murdered wife. And over them raged the -red-skins, fighting for the coveted scalps like demons incarnate.</p> - -<p>Jennie was sheltered by the intervening tree-trunk, and although more -than one bullet shattered the rough bark, she was unharmed. Terror held -her enchained to the spot, despite herself.</p> - -<p>Then she heard the dying cry of her father, and knew that all was lost. -With a low cry of agony she turned and fled through the forest, half -dead with horror.</p> - -<p>The red-skins scrambling for the coveted trophies, heard her not, but -one other ear did; that of Sloan Young, and divining the truth, he -sprung forward after the fleeing girl, and knew that the coveted prize -he feared was lost, was now just within his grasp. He gave vent to a -long, loud yell of diabolical exultation.</p> - -<p>But Jennie's feet seemed gifted with more than mortal speed, and she -fled over the rough ground, through the bushes and tangled shrubbery, -fully holding her vantage-ground, hard as the half-breed strove to -overtake her. Uttering furious curses, he dashed madly on—<i>to his -death</i>!</p> - -<p>Jennie sped on, blindly, half unconsciously. A horrible sound filled -her ears—the death-cry of her father—the gasping groan of her -murdered mother. She knew not her own danger; she only felt some -frightful danger was driving her on, she knew not whither.</p> - -<p>She sped on past a dark, crouching form, and then felt, rather than -saw, another figure rise up before her. With a low gasping moan she -sunk unresistingly into the outstretched arms; her senses fled and she -fainted.</p> - -<p>The half-breed also heard the cry and answered it with one of exultant -triumph, for he believed that the fugitive must soon drop from -exhaustion, when she would become an easy prey to him. But he was -doomed to a bitter disappointment.</p> - -<p>He noted the abrupt cessation of Jennie's footsteps, and tricky -himself, he suspected some ruse upon her part; most probably an attempt -at doubling upon him. To defeat this he paused and listened intently.</p> - -<p>He saw a dark figure rise up almost within arm's length of him, -and believing it to be his intended victim, he sprung forward with -outstretched hands, crying:</p> - -<p>"You may as well gi' up, my dear—"</p> - -<p>Thus far he spoke, and no further. For a strong hand clutched his -throat, and as the tall form towered above him, the gleam of a -descending knife-blade filled his eyes. The half-breed made one -desperate effort to free himself; he was not given time for more.</p> - -<p>But he was held like a child, and then the keen knife hissed down—then -with a horrible <i>thud</i>, the hilt fairly struck against his chest. The -long blade had cloven his heart in twain.</p> - -<p>Still he made a desperate effort—his death-throe, it was—and freed -his throat from the vise-like grip fastened upon it. A single wild yell -broke from his lips, and then he sunk a lifeless weight in the arms of -his conqueror, a corpse.</p> - -<p>Still the alarm was given, and that last cry bade fair to avenge its -author's death. For it had reached the ears of the still scuffling -savages, and awoke them to their folly.</p> - -<p>They recognized the voice of their leader, and one of them had placed -the sound; and he quickly communicated it to his comrades. Then with -shrill yells of anger they sprung forward, eager to assist or avenge -their chief, as the case might be.</p> - -<p>"Put the gal down, Jack," muttered Tobe Castor—for it was indeed -him—speaking in a quick tone. "The imps is a comin' hot fut. Let the -women hunker down cluss ahind the log. It's <i>fight</i> now, an' we'll hev -our hands full 'thout <i>them</i>!"</p> - -<p>The trio—Castor, Wilson and Stevens—drew together, the better to meet -the shock they knew must soon come. They could not avoid it by flight; -that course would be certain destruction, as they well knew.</p> - -<p>The three women had been placed in a clump of bushes bordering and -overhanging a large fallen tree and against this, on the opposite side, -the men backed, as by it they secured themselves from being assailed -upon all sides at the same time. Tobe again spoke:</p> - -<p>"Fire as I do, an' then drap down on yer faces. Ef they shoot at the -bleeze, thet'll mebbe save us. Then do the best you know how, with cold -steel an' clubbed rifles, ef so be they make a rush."</p> - -<p>There was no time for further instructions, if such had been needed. -But the others knew what lay before them well enough. They knew it -would probably result in a hand-to-hand combat, that could scarcely end -otherwise than in their destruction. And yet they did not flinch. They -had dear and helpless ones to fight for, as well as their own lives.</p> - -<p>The yelling red-skins came on at full speed, until within a short -distance of the borderers, when they abruptly paused; the ominous -stillness awed them. They could not comprehend it.</p> - -<p>One Eye did not answer; then he must be dead. Nothing could be heard of -his slayer or slayers. Therefore they could not have fled, or the sound -of their footsteps would have been heard. And would they have remained -here, unless in strong force, sufficient to successfully resist the -braves of the dead half-breed?</p> - -<p>But then the more impatient of the Sioux, excited by the slight taste -of blood they had in the death of the two fugitives, gave a cry and -sprung forward. The rest followed, in a compact mass; a fatal move upon -their part.</p> - -<p>The three men standing beside the fallen tree could now faintly -distinguish the enemy, as they surmounted a slight knoll. Knowing the -advantage of a first blow, Castor leveled his rifle, the action being -closely imitated by his comrades, and then fired.</p> - -<p>The three reports sounded almost as one, and carried death and dismay -into the ranks of the Sioux. The horrible death-yells and groans of -agony told how fatal had been the discharge, and, as with one impulse, -the survivors broke and fled, without firing one shot.</p> - -<p>But this panic was only momentary. Then they rallied, and proceeded to -concert some plan for the revenge the blood of their fallen comrades -demanded at their hands.</p> - -<p>The three borderers dropped to the ground, as agreed upon, but this -precaution was needless, as we have already seen. Then they began -hurriedly re-charging their weapons, full well knowing there would be -further need of them, ere the affair was over.</p> - -<p>"They are driven back—why not take the women and slip away?" whispered -Wilson, cautiously, he being nearest to Tobe.</p> - -<p>"Don't be a fool, Ed—<i>don't</i>, fer marcy's sake. They'd hear us, an' -then we'd be in a nice fix—I guess <i>not</i>. Thet's jest what they want -the most. They don't know how we're fixed now, and 'll fight shy fer a -time. No, we must stick it out here—fer a time, anyhow."</p> - -<p>Their weapons recharged, the three men crouched down in anxious -waiting. Especially was John Stevens troubled.</p> - -<p>He feared the worst. He had found Jennie, his sister, fleeing from a -spot where had been going on a desperate fight for life. But where were -the others? his father and mother? Were they dead, or also fugitives in -the forest?</p> - -<p>That was a query he feared to answer, but something down in his -heart told him that a great calamity had occurred: that he was now -parentless. Still, there was a faint hope. Jennie had escaped with -life; then might not the others have fared equally as well?</p> - -<p>Fortunately he had something to distract his thoughts, in a measure. -Otherwise he would have gone mad. But now he must bear up for the sake -of his sister—his loved one and her friends. They were in imminent -peril, and upon his arms partly depended their hopes of preservation.</p> - -<p>The groans of the dying wretches had ceased, and all was once more -still in the forest. Even the insects had seemed to cease their -humming, and the faint breeze to die utterly away. The stillness was -awful—depressing in the extreme.</p> - -<p>For despite this seeming peacefulness, they well knew that bloodthirsty -and unscrupulous foes were busily compassing their destruction. They -knew that some subtle plot was being concocted by the savages, who -would be fairly wild with rage and thirst for revenge. This suspense -was harder to bear than the deadliest strife would have been, for while -they knew their peril was imminent, they knew not in which direction it -would first appear, nor the shape it would assume.</p> - -<p>But they had not long to wait for the knowledge. A faint rustling sound -at some little distance first met their vigilant ears, although no -human form could be seen. This for a time puzzled them, as the sound -appeared confined to a circumscribed space, near the little knoll upon -which the Indians had stood when the fatal volley was discharged at -them.</p> - -<p>Then this rustling ceased, and another sound took its place. Castor -uttered a grunt of dismay, as though he comprehended the meaning of -this. Wilson whispered:</p> - -<p>"What is it, Tobe?"</p> - -<p>"Wait an' you'll see soon a plenty. <i>Cuss</i> the pesky imps!" and the old -scout fairly ground his teeth with intense ire.</p> - -<p>And in the course of a few moments they <i>did</i> see, sure enough. A -faint, flickering glow—not a blaze, at least visible to them—shone -forth upon the knoll, only a few yards distant from its crest. At this -moment, Stevens and Wilson divined the truth, as Castor had already -done.</p> - -<p><i>The Indians were building a fire!</i></p> - -<p>Their object in thus doing was plain. They felt assured their enemy had -not fled, and by this light they counted upon discovering their covert, -without serious risk to themselves.</p> - -<p>"<i>Cuss</i> the imp!" hissed Castor, wrathfully. "He's hid behind a rock -or log or somethin' else, or I'd soon sicken the dog, fer good. But we -must git out o' here, jest the quickest!"</p> - -<p>"But how? Surely they wouldn't leave a path open for us? They must have -surrounded us, to guard against any move like that," muttered Wilson.</p> - -<p>"I know thet—I ain't sech a pesky fool as to make a <i>run</i> fer it, -yit. But ef we stay here tell thet light bleezes up—as <i>'twill</i> -shortly—we're gone suckers, fer shore! But we must git over the log, -here. Thar's a big fork in it, whar we kin hunker down, an' hev the -bushes fer kiver, too. Then they cain't rout us out 'thout makin' a -rush fer it; which they won't be apt to do afore day, anyhow. So up -with ye, one at a time, an' git the wimmen onder kiver."</p> - -<p>"You go first—if you know where the fork is."</p> - -<p>"I'd <i>orter</i> know—seein's as how I durned nigh broke my neck over the -pesky thing a-tumblin' down whar we run up, a bit ago. But when you -come, don't make no n'ise, 'less you'll hev a load o' lead in your -karkidge as 'll be mighty onhandy to kerry about."</p> - -<p>So speaking, the old scout cautiously rose up and crawled upon the -log. The fire was now blazing up quite briskly, and already casting out -a circle of light that nearly reached the tree-trunk. There was no time -to be lost.</p> - -<p>Jennie was still half-senseless, and, stooping, the old scout gently -raised her in his arms, and, in a low, guarded whisper, bade the other -two women follow him. Though trembling with apprehension, they obeyed, -without a word.</p> - -<p>Castor glided through the bushes, along the log for a few paces, -and then pausing, lowered Jennie to the ground. It was a narrow -space between two forks of the tree, that were here some two feet in -thickness, while over and around them, grew a dense fringe of bushes -and vines.</p> - -<p>There was ample room for the entire party, and while hidden from the -enemies' view, by lying down, they were protected in a great measure -from any bullets that might be discharged into their covert. Upon -this fact Tobe had counted when he determined to remove from the spot -rendered untenable by the rapidly-increasing light of the fire.</p> - -<p>The women safe placed, Castor turned and whispered to his comrades. -Wilson was already over the log, and Stevens speedily followed his -example. Then they sought the new refuge, where they knelt down with -senses upon the keen alert, and rifles ready for use.</p> - -<p>"You wimmen keep cluss," continued Castor. "Them pesky reds is mighty -keerless, sometimes, an' one o' thar bullits mought chaince to hit ye. -Hurt, too, they would; bet yer life they <i>do</i>!"</p> - -<p>"What do you think they will do now?" anxiously queried Wilson.</p> - -<p>"Don't know. Tell you better a'ter a bit. But then you'll know jest as -soon's I will, come to think o' it. Hist! jes' lis'en to <i>thet</i>!"</p> - -<p>This exclamation was drawn forth by a series of sounds that suddenly -broke the stillness of the forest. They seemed to come from every -point of the compass, forming a terribly-significant concert, when the -listeners so well knew the true performers.</p> - -<p>The faint howling as of wolves; the whistle of the night-hawk; the -chirp of the tree-toad or ground squirrel; the mournful cry of the -rain-crow—with still other sounds, came from the forest depths, -telling the fugitives that their foes were upon the alert—that they -were surrounded by a cordon of bloodthirsty and cunning enemies, whose -every power would be strenuously exerted to wreak a fearful vengeance -upon the slayers of their fallen comrades.</p> - -<p>The fire blazed higher and more brightly, casting a flood of light over -all surrounding objects, plainly revealing the long log, behind which -crouched the fugitives. But still, not a trace of the savages could be -seen, though keen and practiced eyes swept every foot of the ground -revealed.</p> - -<p>Then the signals abruptly ceased, and even the fire appeared to burn -without noise. A stillness as of death swept over the forest. The -moment of action was evidently nigh at hand.</p> - -<p>"Keep your eyes peeled, boys," muttered Tobe Castor, as his teeth -clenched and his eyes glittered with a strange glow. "They know jest -about whar we be, an' 'll show thar hands 'fore long. Plug the fust -varmint as you kin draw a bead on, but don't waste 'ary shot."</p> - -<p>It was evident that the savages had determined upon the position of -the fugitives, but then a wide stretch was given them, for the log was -some fifty or sixty feet in length, the entire body of it fringed with -bushes, any point along it sufficiently dense for the fugitives to hide -in. This fact alone kept the Indians from making a desperate onset at -once.</p> - -<p>Then a rifle-shot rung out from the gloom beyond the broad circle of -light. The bullet sunk with a dull thud into the decayed log, some feet -from the fugitives.</p> - -<p>Another and another rung forth, from different points of the compass, -but still not a cry or a sound came to tell the Indians of the exact -spot occupied by their intended victims. One of the bullets tore its -way through the cheek of Tobe Castor, but he did not flinch or move, -save to brush the hot blood from his eyes.</p> - -<p>Then a series of cries ran along the cordon of dusky warriors. Its -meaning was comprehended by the old scout, who muttered:</p> - -<p>"It's comin' in airnest, now, boys! Pick yer game an' drap it. Then -load up, ef you hev time."</p> - -<p>The words still hissed upon his lips, when a wild whoop resounded from -every side of their position; and then a number of dusky figures -appeared in view. But they did not advance boldly; instead, they sprung -from side to side, yelling frightfully and brandishing their weapons in -the air above their heads.</p> - -<p>Castor was too wise a veteran to be fooled in the manner they evidently -counted upon. His hands checked the less experienced men, whose eyes -were already glancing along their rifle-barrels.</p> - -<p>"Don't shoot—fer yer lives don't shoot yit!" he hissed, warningly. -"They on'y want to find out whar we be. Don't ye see? Wait ontil they -make a gineral rush."</p> - -<p>His prudence was soon confirmed, for like magic the yelling crowd and -the dim, phantom-like figures disappeared as though they had sunk into -the ground. Evidently the red-skins were puzzled, knowing now that -either their prey had fled, or else were far more cunning then they had -given them credit for.</p> - -<p>Thus another half-hour expired, and still no direct assault was made, -although an occasional shot was discharged into the bush-screened -log. An overruling Providence seemed to shield the fugitives, for as -yet, the crease upon Tobe Castor's cheek was the only wound the party -had received, though more than once the hissing missiles had passed -so close that their venomous whistle could be distinguished by the -besieged.</p> - -<p>Then Tobe gave a faint hiss. His comrades gazed in the direction his -finger pointed, and they beheld a faint, shadowy figure upon the -ground, at only a few yards' distance. Under other circumstances this -would hardly have been noticed, or if so, would have been thought a -mere shadow; but now, with his senses sharpened by peril, Castor knew -that it was the form of an Indian, who was crawling up toward them, -evidently with the intention of learning their exact position; a sort -of forlorn hope, in which he risked his life to benefit his comrades -and work the ruin of his foes.</p> - -<p>"Leave the imp to me," muttered Tobe; "keep a good look-out on your -side fer more o' the same sort. Don't let 'em fool ye!"</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<p class="ph2">CHAPTER VIII.</p> - -<p class="center">A STROKE FOR VENGEANCE.</p> - - -<p><span class="smcap">With</span> painfully throbbing heart, Fred Wilson left his companions and -hastened along the narrow Trace toward the blazing cabin, to learn the -fate of his family. He dreaded the worst, for a strange sensation of -coming evil weighed heavily upon his mind.</p> - -<p>He was not given to superstition or a belief in omens, but now it -seemed as though the spirit of some loved one was hovering around him. -A firm belief assailed him that he was doomed to suffer some deep and -bitter loss.</p> - -<p>And in vain he strove to cast this thought aside; it would return -despite himself. And from a fancy, it became a settled conviction.</p> - -<p>Still it did not prevent him from displaying his usual caution and -skill, and he glided along the path, dark and gloomy though the woods -were, with almost the certainty and ease he would have displayed in -broad daylight. Only at times could he distinguish the reddish glow of -the blazing cabin; at others the densely clustering boughs concealed it -from his vision.</p> - -<p>In this manner he had proceeded over half a mile, when he fancied he -heard the faint sound of cautious footfalls before him. Instantly -pausing, he bent his ear to the ground. He was not deceived; some -person or persons were coming toward him.</p> - -<p>With a wild hope in his heart, the young scout softly drew to one side -of the Trace, and crouched down beside the trunk of a large tree, in -such a position that the passers-by, whoever they might chance to be, -would be momently outlined against a rift in the tree-tops beyond.</p> - -<p>The catlike footfalls came nearer, and then the travelers passed -before him. In the first one he recognized an Indian. He could just -distinguish the nodding plumes upon his head.</p> - -<p>And then the next one he noticed was the same. But he had, -unfortunately, looked one moment too long upon the first passer. By so -doing, he only caught a faint glimpse of the second. The last he saw -more closely.</p> - -<p>There were only three in number, and he believed them all Indians. -Had he known the truth, the entire course of the after events of that -memorable night would have been changed; perhaps for the better.</p> - -<p>For had he known that his friend, John Stevens, was of the number, he -would have dared all to rescue him, and thus learn definitely how the -young settler's mission had terminated. But he was not aware of this, -and so suffered them to pass by, unchallenged.</p> - -<p>Fred then arose and pressed rapidly on, his mind filled with -conflicting emotions. This party were coming direct from the burning -building; then what was he fated to find there? All was still in that -direction. Was the tragedy over?</p> - -<p>And then the young man paused upon the edge of the clearing. With -wildly-beating heart, he gazed out upon the scene of destruction that -lay before him.</p> - -<p>The cabin was one mass of glowing coals, though as yet the walls were -standing. And though his eyes roved keenly around upon the smooth -ground before the building, the dreaded sight met not his gaze. He had -feared he would behold the dead and mangled corses of his family lying -there, weltering in their blood.</p> - -<p>But, as we know, this sight did not greet his eyes, and he derived some -faint consolation from it. All might not yet be lost.</p> - -<p>And with these thoughts, he began cautiously circling around the -clearing, too wise to venture within the broad circle of light, while -ignorant whether there might not be a score of his enemies lurking -near, watching for some other unwary victim.</p> - -<p>He had gained a position nearly opposite the point where he had first -stood, when he received an evidence of the prudence of his caution. A -tall, dark form emerged from the shadows near the mouth of the Trace, -and then strode rapidly toward the building.</p> - -<p>Just then the walls fell in with a loud jar, and as the sparks ascended -skyward in a dense cloud, the blaze burst out afresh, and cast a -still more brilliant light over the scene. By its aid, Fred could see -that the new-comer was an Indian, and an angry glow filled his heart, -as he reflected that this same savage might have been an active agent -in the death of his family. For the young man still believed that he -would find them dead. In no other way could he account for the strange -depression that weighed upon his spirits.</p> - -<p>And he resolved that this one, at least, should never live to boast of -his bloody deeds. He should die, and by his hand. And then he set about -compassing this end.</p> - -<p>In this point again Fortune seemed favoring him. The red-skin stood -motionless for a moment, his eyes roving keenly around the clearing; -then his tall form stooped, and he glided to and fro, evidently -searching for some sign.</p> - -<p>Fred waited in eager anticipation for a moment more favorable than -this, although the range was short, and he could easily have picked off -the savage with his rifle. But this was a move he did not fancy, as he -did not know how many red-skins might be within hearing, and with the -lives of others partly depending upon him, Fred dared not run the risk -of a shot. The blow must be dealt with cold steel, if at all.</p> - -<p>The red-skin ceased his zig-zag movements, and now proceeded in a -direct line. Fred knew that he was following some trail, and to his -stern delight, found that trail led the Indian toward the Lower Trace.</p> - -<p>With sternly-compressed lips and eyes glowing with a strange light, the -young scout glided rapidly toward the point where the Trace began, a -long, keen knife firmly clenched in his hand. He was none too soon, for -scarcely had he crouched behind a tree-trunk, than the Indian entered -the bushes, his head still bowed toward the ground.</p> - -<p>Then he paused, with a slight grunt, as of disappointment. It was none -other than the petty chief who had been with One Eye, or Sloan Young, -and who had started off to put Dusky Dick upon the watch when it was -found the Stevens family had fled.</p> - -<p>Fred Wilson collected his energies and sprung upon the unprepared -red-skin, knife in hand. Ere the assailed could lift a finger in -self-defense, the keen weapon hissed through the air and then buried -itself, with a peculiar <i>thud</i>, deep in his broad chest.</p> - -<p>A low, gurgling cry arose to his lips, but then died away with the gush -of blood that filled his throat. Then, as the knife was withdrawn, the -tall form, so lately full of life and strength, tottered and sunk to -the ground, a lump of lifeless clay.</p> - -<p>"You are the first one—but will not be the last, by many more!" -muttered the young scout, with a terrible depth of hatred and revenge -in his tones, as he stooped over the dead man and adroitly removed his -scalp.</p> - -<p>Then he suddenly sprung erect. A significant sound met his ear. A -rifle-shot—an Indian yell, at no very great distance.</p> - -<p>It apparently proceeded from near the spot where he had left the -Stevens family, and Fred feared they had been discovered by the Sioux. -He could do no good by remaining here, as there were no traces of his -family, and he resolved to return at once, though fearing it would be -too late.</p> - -<p>The young scout was not one to hesitate, when once his mind was made -up, and securing the gory scalp to his waist, he entered the forest -once more, gliding with speedy footsteps toward the point where he had -left his friends in hiding. Still, despite his rapid progress, he was -too late.</p> - -<p>As he neared the covert, he uttered the signal agreed upon, but without -an answer. Then he crept forward to the clump of bushes. He parted them -and peered inside. They were untenanted by those whom he sought.</p> - -<p>Fred stood in angry disappointment, not unmingled with apprehension. -He did not know whether Stevens had disobeyed his strict injunctions, -and ventured forth in an attempt to escape unaided, or whether he had -been surprised and taken prisoner, and he dared not strike a light to -discover, lest it should prove a beacon to guide a treacherous bullet -or arrow to his life.</p> - -<p>Then, as he stood there, another sound met his ear; one similar to that -which had drawn him from the clearing, only louder and more protracted. -Two single rifle-shots and then what seemed a united volley, -accompanied by wild yells and whoops.</p> - -<p>There could be no mistaking this. He knew that one party, at least, of -his friends had been attacked by the Indians; most likely those whom he -had taken under his own charge.</p> - -<p>He did not hesitate, only long enough to determine the direction and -probable distance of the strife from where he stood, and then pressed -forward toward it, with as much speed as was consistent with safety. -And now he displayed in an astonishing degree, the skill he had -attained, thanks to the instructions of Tobe Castor.</p> - -<p>He glided through the forest at a half-run, with apparently as much -ease and celerity as though the intense gloom was replaced by broad -daylight, seeming to avoid the tree-trunks and other obstacles by -intuition. And his footfalls made scarcely more noise than those of the -deer, traversing its course with unhasted steps.</p> - -<p>Fred could still distinguish the faint sound of yells and cries, -as though the strife still continued, though there were no more -rifle-shots. This fact puzzled him not a little, though he did not -slacken his pace.</p> - -<p>Then the yells seemed to shift places, continuing only for a few -moments; then dying entirely away. Then again came the loud reports -of firearms, with shrill howls of anguish and terror. The plot was -becoming somewhat tangled and complicated, and Fred's wonder increased.</p> - -<p>Still he proceeded, though more deliberately, for under the -circumstances he thought prudence was the wisest course for him to -follow. Then he uttered a little exclamation as his foot struck against -something yielding. There could be no mistaking this peculiar touch; he -knew that he was standing over a corpse!</p> - -<p>A convulsive shudder ran through his frame as he leaped back apace; but -then he conquered this involuntary repugnance, and advancing, stooped -over the form. Eyesight could avail him nothing here; the sense of -feeling alone must be depended upon.</p> - -<p>His hand touched the body, and a thrill pervaded his form as his -fingers rested upon a soft, slimy substance. He knew it was blood, fast -coagulating. Then a glad hope filled his heart as his hand encountered -the smooth-shaven crown, with the long scalp-lock of an Indian. -Perhaps his friends had not perished, after all!</p> - -<p>He slowly moved away from the corpse, feeling along the ground with -his feet, but for some moments, felt in vain. Then he again touched -something that he knew was another victim.</p> - -<p>Stooping, his hand rested upon the unmistakable dress of a white man. -Gliding up the body, he then felt of the face. The long heavy beard -there confirmed his suspicions. He felt assured that the dead body of -Wesley Stevens lay before him.</p> - -<p>And then a low cry of agonizing horror broke from his lips, as he -touched a woman's dress. He staggered back and sunk to the ground, -trembling and unnerved. He feared the worst. He dreaded to move, lest -he should find the dead and mangled corse of his loved one—of sweet -Jennie Stevens.</p> - -<p>But then with an effort he aroused himself, and without a thought for -the danger he might thus incur, he struck a match and bent over the -forms of the ill-fated fugitives. By its faint flickering rays, he -recognized the father and mother; the light also showed him the bare -and gory skulls where the scalps had been ruthlessly torn away.</p> - -<p>He only saw this much, when the match burned to his finger tips and -then expired. Tremblingly he essayed to light another, but he was -too greatly unnerved. He sunk down upon the blood-stained ground and -covered his eyes as though he would shut out the horrible vision that -filled his brain.</p> - -<p>It was a moment of frightful torture, and it seemed as though he would -go mad. He believed that the dear one, whom he loved better than his -own life, was lying near at hand, dead—murdered like her parents.</p> - -<p>But then with an effort he aroused up. Though sick at heart, his hands -were steady as he struck another match. He had nerved himself to bear -the worst, now.</p> - -<p>The light cast a faint glow around, but the dreaded sight did not meet -his staring eyes. As he strode around the spot hope sprung up in his -heart, once more.</p> - -<p>A whip-like report broke the stillness of the air, so close that Fred -started back and dropped the match, believing that he had been the -target. But then he beheld his mistake, as another and yet another -shot rung out at some little distance to his left. He also heard shrill -yells, that he knew could only proceed from the throats of red-skins.</p> - -<p>His eyes flashed instinctively and he clutched his rifle with a firm -grip. He remembered now the second series of shots and yells he had -heard; these were probably a continuation of those. If so, then the -savages who had slain his friends were yet at hand, and if Jennie was -taken a prisoner, she must be there also.</p> - -<p>If so, perhaps he could effect her rescue now. But then who could be -the ones at whom the shots were fired? His family? Fred uttered a low -cry of eager hope as this idea flashed across his mind.</p> - -<p>The young scout listened for a moment, and then glided forward in the -direction from whence came the sounds. Scarcely had he made the first -step, when the cries died away. But still advancing, Fred soon caught a -glimpse of a bright light before him.</p> - -<p>More cautiously he crept on, every sense upon the keen alert, until he -paused beside a huge tree whose butt was surrounded by a dense growth -of bushes, and then gazed out upon the scene. He beheld a huge bonfire, -blazing upon a slight knoll. But not a living figure was in sight.</p> - -<p>Then as he gazed, a dark figure glided between him and the fire; the -light shining brightly, revealed the features of an Indian. Then, like, -a shadow, this melted away. The stillness began to be oppressive, and -Fred could scarcely comprehend the drama that was being enacted before -him.</p> - -<p>Leaving the tree, he glided stealthily along through the gloom, -intending to incircle the bonfire, and discover, if possible, who were -attacked by the Indians. He knew there were enemies close about him, -and he brought his keenest powers into play, making scarcely more noise -than would have done a serpent.</p> - -<p>He had gone but a few yards, when he heard a slight rustling a little -to one side, and, pausing, he speedily distinguished the form of a man, -evidently a red-skin. It seemed as though he must be discovered, and -Fred drew his limbs together for the emergency; but the savage brushed -past him, almost close enough for their extended arms to have met. If -he saw the dusky figure of the young scout, he evidently mistook it -for one of his own comrades.</p> - -<p>With a long-drawn breath of relief, Fred passed on, his eyes roving -keenly in every direction. Keeping at a certain distance from the -fire, he had covered nearly one-fourth of the distance necessary for a -complete circuit, when a new peril threatened him; one that he did not -see in time to avoid.</p> - -<p>He noted the form of an Indian coming toward him, just without the -circle of light. Anxiously he watched the movements of this foe. He -could not retreat, as that would only subject him to suspicion, and the -red-man was so close that the slightest movement would be heard.</p> - -<p>And yet the savage was coming directly toward him. Fred crouched lower -and drew his knife partly from its sheath. He had not time for more, -when the savage paused directly beside him, his eyes bent upon a long -line of bushes at but a few paces distance. Then he spoke in a low -tone, using the Sioux dialect.</p> - -<p>"Gray Bull is creeping up to find the pale-faces. Let my brother keep -his rifle ready to shoot them as they spring up."</p> - -<p>Fred did not reply, lest his voice should betray him, but he stealthily -drew his knife from its sheath. Then the savage turned toward him, in -evident surprise at not being answered.</p> - -<p>The fire blazed up afresh, as the topmost sticks broke and fell down. -A ray of light penetrated the bushes, and fell fairly athwart the pale -features of the scout and those of his copper-tinted companion.</p> - -<p>Fred beheld the wondering look—the quick change that told of -recognition, and knew that only the promptest action could preserve his -life. His left hand shot out and clutched the throat of the red-skin, -and then the keen knife hissed through the air.</p> - -<p>But with a sudden start back, the Indian freed his throat in time to -utter a wild yell of alarm, ere the weapon drank his life's blood. Then -for a brief moment all was still.</p> - -<p>Then a single rifle-shot rung out, and Fred felt the bullet crease his -neck. He knew that he was discovered and leaping to his feet he leveled -his rifle at an advancing Indian and fired. Then with a hoarse, defiant -shout, mingled with a death-yell from the stricken savage, he turned -and fled from the spot.</p> - -<p>A frightful tumult arose, and the woods echoed with the swift, heavy -tramp of the Sioux as they dashed in hot pursuit after their daring foe.</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<p class="ph2"> CHAPTER IX. </p> - -<p class="center">OUT OF THE TRAP.</p> - - -<p><span class="smcap">Tobe Castor</span> keenly watched the slowly approaching red-skin. He could -long since have disposed of him by a rifle-shot, had he felt so -inclined; but that he did not choose to do. If he did, then the main -object of the savages would be accomplished. Once given the exact -position of the pale-faces, such a storm of bullets would be poured in -upon them that death would be inevitable.</p> - -<p>The old scout had decided upon a plan of action that he believed might -work, though the chances were greatly against it. He saw that the -red-skin would strike the bushes, if he maintained the course he had -begun, at only a few feet from where crouched the fugitives.</p> - -<p>The bushes, interlaced with vines and creepers, were very dense, and a -person standing close upon the outside could not perceive those within, -by night, unless he first parted the screen. This was what the savage -would have to do, in case he accomplished his object.</p> - -<p>Castor hoped to be able to quiet this dangerous customer with the -knife, and so quietly that those who were watching his progress, -would still be at a loss as to their exact whereabouts. It would be -difficult, though he believed it could be done.</p> - -<p>Warning his comrades by a gesture to remain perfectly quiet, the old -scout moved along by slow degrees so as to intercept the savage. When -the point was gained directly in front of the creeping figure, Castor -paused and prepared his knife for use.</p> - -<p>But the trial was not yet to come. A strange and unexpected -interruption came and afforded the besieged a respite, none the less -welcome, because unlooked for.</p> - -<p>There resounded a hoarse, gurgling yell—a rifle-shot—another; and -then the defiant shout in the unmistakable voice of a white man. -Following, came wild cries and whoops from the red-skins.</p> - -<p>It was indeed the discovery of the young scout, Fred Wilson, although -his friends did not know it. And a most fortunate occurrence it proved -to be, at least for them.</p> - -<p>The savages were bewildered and knew not what to make of the affair. -But then all seemed clear.</p> - -<p>The strange silence of the pale-faces was now explained. They no longer -wondered that no reply had come from the bush-screened log, when they -had so plentifully bestowed their leaden favors upon it. They had been -upon a false scent, all the time. The hated pale-faces were not there, -but had given them the slip, and but for a fortunate discovery would -have crept entirely away and left them in the lurch.</p> - -<p>Much in this manner the Sioux reasoned, and then with their thrilling -war-whoop, they bounded after the fleeing scout, eager for his scalp, -though they believed it was the entire party instead of only one. Their -own footfalls prevented them from learning their mistake, by the tramp -of the fugitive.</p> - -<p>The red-skin who had acted on the "forlorn hope" also sprung up and -dashed away to join the pursuit. Others dashed by, while the concealed -fugitives held their breath at this strange proceeding.</p> - -<p>Castor turned and glided back to join his companions. He was as greatly -puzzled as were the others.</p> - -<p>"What is it, Tobe? I thought that sounded like Fred's voice," whispered -Wilson.</p> - -<p>"I didn't notice—but the last shot favored his gun mightily. Could it -be him?"</p> - -<p>"Mayn't it be a trick of theirs to get us to show ourselves?" suggested -John Stevens.</p> - -<p>"It mought—but I sca'cely think it. You see, too many o' them went. -An' they're kerryin' it too fur. Lis'en—you kin hear 'em a-screechin' -'way off thar yit," and Tobe harkened intently.</p> - -<p>"What shall we do? Stay here, or try to slip off?"</p> - -<p>"Jest as you think best. <i>I</i> b'lieve our plan is to travel. It <i>may</i> be -a trick, an' ef so, we're gone, shore. Ef not, we stand a show. Anyhow, -ef we stay here ontel day, they'll hev us then, easy. But jest as you -say—on'y be quick 'bout it, 'ca'se thar's no time to waste."</p> - -<p>"I think we had better risk it," added Wilson, resolutely.</p> - -<p>"All right, then. Here goes. I'll show up fust, an' ef they don't -plug me, do you foller. Step as though you was a-walkin' on sleepin' -rattlers, an' don't make no fuss. Ready?"</p> - -<p>A murmur gave assent, and then Tobe emerged from his covert, crouching -low down in the shade cast by the bushes, and gliding off from the -fire. Not a sound betrayed the presence of any enemy, and the others -ventured forth, using the same precautions that their leader had taken.</p> - -<p>They proceeded thus for full hundred yards, when Castor halted them. -They paused in momentary alarm, but his first words banished their -apprehensions.</p> - -<p>"It's all right yit. I on'y wanted to tell you what we must do. We'll -have to take to the hosses, ef the imps hain't found them, or they -hain't broken loose. Then we kin 'ither take the Trace, or cut through -the woods, jest's you think best."</p> - -<p>"We leave it all to you. But it's dangerous stopping here so close. -Some of those devils may come back and stumble upon us."</p> - -<p>"The more haste the wuss speed, you know. You must wait here ontil I go -an see if the animiles is safe. They may hev found 'em an' left a guard -thar to cut us off ef we tried to git to 'em. You wait here ontel you -hear me whistle; then come on as quiet as you kin."</p> - -<p>With these words Castor glided away in the darkness, leaving the little -party to uneasily await the result of his scout. But a few moments of -suspense were they forced to endure; then came the welcome whistle, and -with glad hearts they pressed forward. In a few moments more they were -beside the horses, that still stood as they had been left.</p> - -<p>It will be remembered that the Wilson party were yet consulting as to -the best course for them to pursue, at the point where Castor had left -the husband and wife, while he sought for the missing Annie, when the -uproar attending the attack upon the Stevens family broke upon their -hearing. Suspecting the truth, the party had left the horses as they -were hitched, and rushed forward toward the spot, hoping to be enabled -to assist their friends. Thus it is that we find them once more in -possession of their animals.</p> - -<p>"Now here's four critters, an' thar's six o' us. Let the wimmen an' -Ed ride—he's the least able to stand a ja'nt afoot. Up with ye—no -talkin', Ed. Ef so be't any one o' us two gits tuckered out, we'll -change 'th you."</p> - -<p>In another score of moments the little party were ready for a start. -Tobe Castor led the way, then the horses, and after them came John -Stevens.</p> - -<p>By mutual consent the old scout was allowed to direct their course, -and he chose to proceed, for some time at least, through the forest -as being safer than treading in the beaten Trace. He knew that along -it had hastened Dusky Dick and his gang of cut-throats, and felt -assured that they would soon discover the <i>ruse</i> by which they had -been deceived, and thus would naturally turn back to find where they -had lost the trail. By following the Trace, there would be danger of -meeting him.</p> - -<p>It was tedious traveling, but it was the road to safety, and the -fugitives bore their hardships with as good a grace as possible. The -spirits of all were gloomy enough, but the hearts of the brother and -sister were sore indeed.</p> - -<p>Jennie had told her story, and they knew their parents were both dead. -The blow was a bitter one, and only for the absolute necessity for -their restraining their feelings, in order to preserve their own lives, -both of them would have given way beneath it.</p> - -<p>And thus the night wore on. The forest was traversed and left behind -the fugitives, who had placed a full score of miles behind them ere the -light of day came over the western hills.</p> - -<p>The eyes of the old scout, who was some yards ahead of the party, roved -keenly and anxiously over the country, searching for what he hoped not -to find; some trace of their enemies. And for a time he was agreeably -disappointed.</p> - -<p>They were now in a sort of open prairie, at this point rolling and -uneven. Scattered hither and yon were small clumps of trees surrounded -with smaller bushes and shrubs. The prairie was covered nearly -waist-deep with a coarse grass, thickly mixed with weeds.</p> - -<p>To the left of the party, and extending some little distance to their -rear, was a line or chain of hills, rocky and bleak-looking. They were -not far distant at this point, hardly a mile.</p> - -<p>"Do you see any thing, Tobe?" asked Wilson, uneasily, glancing at the -guide.</p> - -<p>"Yas—a plenty, but nothin' to git skeered at, as I knows on. I don't -see ary a red. Reckon we gi' them the dirty shake last night."</p> - -<p>"I hope so. But will it be safe to rest a bit? The women need it, and -so do the animals. A bite of food will do no harm—though we have no -water."</p> - -<p>"I don't know but 'twould be best. We must stop some time, an' now 's -jest as good a time 's any. Thar at thet <i>motte</i> yander, we'll stop. -Thar's a good spring, too. So we'll not go thusty," said Castor, -indicating a small clump of timber some few hundred yards before them.</p> - -<p>The fugitives were now upon a ridge, whose hight afforded them a fair -view of the country, and while Castor spoke, his eyes were keenly -scrutinizing the prairie beyond. He suddenly paused, with a cry of -angry dismay.</p> - -<p>"What is it, Tobe?" cried Stevens, gliding forward.</p> - -<p>"Looky yander!—<i>Injuns, by the 'tarnal!</i>" hissed the old ranger, as he -extended an arm before him.</p> - -<p>Thus directed, the gaze of the party was riveted upon an alarming -sight. And as they gazed, their hearts sunk within them, for they saw -that Castor was right.</p> - -<p>Upon a ridge at perhaps a half-mile distance, could plainly be -distinguished a number of footmen, whose wild aspect as their plumed -and ornamented crests rose above the tall, still grass, told they were -indeed savages. Their number could not be much less than a score; -perhaps more.</p> - -<p>"Let's get out of sight in the hollow," muttered Stevens as he sprung -to the head of Annie's horse. "Quick! before they see us!"</p> - -<p>"Too late—too late, boy!" muttered Castor, his glowing eyes sweeping -around their position. "D'y' hear <i>that</i>?"</p> - -<p>As he spoke, faint, far-away yells of discovery came to their ears, -borne upon the light breeze. And then the savages were observed to -bound forward toward them, spreading out as if to surround their -intended prey.</p> - -<p>"Quick! to the timber—it is our only chance now!" shouted Stevens -excitedly, as he urged the snorting horse forward.</p> - -<p>"Back—hold on, boy," cried Castor, a determined expression resting -upon his countenance "'Twon't do—they'd rout us out o' thar in a -minnit. We must try somethin' else."</p> - -<p>"But what? My God! man, do you intend to stay here and let them murder -us all?" almost shrieked Wilson.</p> - -<p>"No—follow me. Let the hosses went—don't hold 'em in. Keep up 'th me -ef you kill the critters!"</p> - -<p>As Tobe spoke, he turned abruptly to the left, and dashed off at full -speed. For a moment the others hesitated, but his decisive action -overruled their doubts, and they hotly followed in his lead.</p> - -<p>It seemed a suicidal course, this one of the old scout's, for he was -leaving the friendly <i>motte</i> almost directly behind him, and was -speeding over the rolling prairie toward a point where there was -nothing to be seen save a bare hillside. And after them came the wildly -yelling red-skins, who now seemed confident of their prey, for the -thick, tangled weeds impeded the advance of a horse still more than -that of a footman.</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<p class="ph2">CHAPTER X.</p> - -<p class="center">A DOUBLE CHASE.</p> - - -<p><span class="smcap">Fred Wilson</span> little guessed the good his daring course had accomplished -for his friends, or he would not have so bitterly cursed his foolhardy -daring in thus running into such a scrape. But the harm was did and he -could only strive his best to free himself from the dangerous position -it threw him into.</p> - -<p>He slung his rifle across his back by the strap appended and thus with -his arms free, he dashed on with renewed speed; though the best pace -one could maintain there in such dense woods, was comparatively slow. -Still it tried one the greater, for a tree-trunk would not be visible -until almost run against, and then a quick, active leap was necessary -to avoid it.</p> - -<p>Fred could hear the rush of many feet behind him, and also the -continued signaling of his foes, telling him that a stern race for -life and death was to be the result. And almost unconsciously the -presentiment that had before assailed him, returned with augmented -force.</p> - -<p>Still he did not falter or neglect a single precaution by which his -case might be aided. His mind was made up to adopt a bold <i>ruse</i>, and -now he strained every nerve to its utmost tension in order to gain the -necessary vantage ground that would enable him to put this plan into -execution.</p> - -<p>As he gained the beaten Trace, Wilson turned and dashed down it, -although he would thus lose some ground if his pursuers had spread out, -as he felt assured they had. But then he could place full confidence in -his fleetness of foot, and felt that with a clear road, he could easily -regain the ground thus lost.</p> - -<p>Along the path he sped until he reached and passed the still-glowing -embers of his late home. But when about a half-mile beyond this, he -deemed his chance good enough, and pausing beneath a huge tree, he -clutched a low limb and adroitly swung himself up into the branches. -Here he lay still, striving to quiet his hard and rapid breathing, lest -it should betray his hiding.</p> - -<p>It was a full minute before the first red-skin passed beneath his -perch, and Fred found that he had gained more ground than he had -supposed. Not noticing the sudden cessation of his footsteps, the Sioux -pressed on at hot speed, little dreaming how narrowly they were missing -their intended victim.</p> - -<p>For some time after their passing Fred remained motionless, but then -he stealthily crept up higher until near the tree-top, where he could -remain hidden, even in the daytime, safe from all prying eyes, unless -their owner should take a fancy to climb the tree and make a close -examination; an occurrence that was not at all likely to take place, -as Fred's footprints had, in all probability, been obliterated by those -of the running savages.</p> - -<p>For full an hour Fred remained there, but then, hearing no sound of -his foes, he descended, and struck once more into the woods. He had -pondered long and well over his situation, and knowing he could effect -nothing for his friends, owing to his ignorance of their whereabouts, -he had resolved to set out for the settlements, and, if possible, there -raise a force to return and either rescue them, if captured, or avenge -their murder, if dead, as he feared they were.</p> - -<p>Before the day broke he had gained the open prairie, and then paused -in a clump of trees, in order to see if the coast was clear for his -further progress, as soon as the sun should arise. To hasten this end, -he scaled a tall tree, and from its top-branches, he eagerly scanned -the prairie, as well as the dim light would admit.</p> - -<p>But until the sun had fairly arisen, his search was useless. Then, -however, his heart beat rapidly, and he saw how wise had been his -precaution.</p> - -<p>At nearly a mile's distance, he could just distinguish the forms of a -number of human beings. Keenly observing them, he first saw that they -were in the direct Trace, and were approaching him at a rapid pace. -Then he perceived that they were Indians.</p> - -<p>Fred hastily descended a few feet to where the limbs were thick, and -then crouched down, his eyes once more bent fixedly upon the foe. The -sun shone full upon them now, and he counted over a score in all.</p> - -<p>As they descended into the hollow, he lost sight of them for a moment, -but then they reappeared upon the crest, next to the one upon which -stood the grove he had sought refuge in. The Trace ran within a few -yards of this <i>motte</i>, and the young man began to feel apprehensive as -to his own safety.</p> - -<p>The savages kept on, and now Fred could distinguish the form and -features of a white man; of Dusky Dick, and his teeth grated fiercely -together as he felt a stern desire to avenge the supposed destruction -of his family upon the renegade. But to do so now would be equivalent -to his own death.</p> - -<p>Then the party gained the ridge, and paused; some pointing toward the -<i>motte</i> where the young man was concealed. As Fred anxiously watched -their every motion, he heard them yell wildly, and believed he was -discovered.</p> - -<p>Throwing forward his rifle-muzzle, he glanced along the barrel. The -double sights drew full upon the head of the renegade, and only a -slight pressure of the forefinger would have sounded Dusky Dick's -death-knell.</p> - -<p>But that pressure was not given, for just then the red-skins, led by -Dusky Dick, turned and dashed down the hillside, with long, loud yells. -In surprise Fred glanced at the further ridge, and a cry of wonder -broke from his lips.</p> - -<p>He could quite plainly distinguish another party; these unmistakably -white. He also noted the flowing drapery of women; three in number. And -then the truth burst upon his mind like a revelation.</p> - -<p>These were his friends, who had successfully passed through the trials -of that eventful night, only to be again confronted by their bitter and -relentless enemies, when just upon the verge of safety!</p> - -<p>As he beheld them turn and flee, Fred hastily descended from his perch, -and then, without thought or reflecting upon the risk he would thus -incur, he dashed down the hill after the red-skins. Fortunately for -him, the entire thoughts of the Indians were turned upon the fugitives -before them, and not a backward glance was given, or else this rash -move would probably have resulted fatally for the young ranger. And -then they gained the ridge and passed beyond his sight.</p> - -<p>Before he also gained the crest, Fred's natural good sense returned, -and he proceeded with more circumspection.</p> - -<p>He kept tolerably well screened by the tall weeds, while descending, -until the savages were once more hidden from view behind a swell; and -then he dashed on with the velocity of a race-horse. As he gained the -second crest, Fred again paused.</p> - -<p>He could still distinguish both parties, and then, as his eyes rested -upon the hills beyond, a glad cry broke from his lips, a bright light -filled his eyes, and after hesitating for a moment, he turned and -dashed at full speed along the back track, his eyes sparkling with a -new-born determination.</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<p class="ph2">CHAPTER XI.</p> - -<p class="center">AT BAY!</p> - - -<p><span class="smcap">Tobe Castor</span> led the way at a rapid pace, his tall form making some -fairly wonderful leaps, doubling up in order to carry his long legs -clear of the dense weeds and shrubs. At any other time his queer antics -would have provoked a smile from the spectators, but now they were -entirely too much concerned about their own safety to indulge in such -demonstrations.</p> - -<p>Behind them, at less than a half-mile's distance, were a score of -bloodthirsty demons, yelling and whooping in eager exultation, as -though their hands were already upon the coveted scalps, and all -resistance was over. This knowledge, then, was not the most favorable -for awakening a sense of the ludicrous, and the only idea his great -bounds called forth was a desire to keep pace with him.</p> - -<p>More than once the old scout was forced to slacken his pace, so as to -avoid distancing the jaded horses, and an uneasy light filled his eyes -as he noted how rapidly the savages were coming up with them, lessening -the intervening distance with every bound. And yet not more than -one-half the distance to the hill had been covered.</p> - -<p>"Make haste, Ed—dog-on it, man, <i>put</i> the critters down to it!" he -hissed, impatiently, at one of these slackenings. "Use your knife fer a -spur."</p> - -<p>"Where are you going? They're overtaking us fast!" apprehensively cried -the old settler, glancing backward over his shoulder.</p> - -<p>"To the hill yander—ef they let us. Use the knife, I tell ye—ef you -don't, we're goners!"</p> - -<p>Under the impulse of this novel spur, the horses dashed forward with -considerably-augmented speed, and now the hills loomed up quite near. -But so were the red-skins, who now began sending their compliments -after the fugitives, in the shape of sundry leaden bullets, but as -the Indians feared to pause in order to secure a good aim, lest the -fugitives should thus be able to distance them, there was little to -dread save from some random missile.</p> - -<p>Tobe Castor then cried out:</p> - -<p>"Foller right on through the openin' thar; then turn to your left, -right sharp."</p> - -<p>As he uttered these words, the old scout dashed ahead at an astonishing -rate of speed, and entered a narrow defile or pass, that here cut -through the range of hills. As his comrades could see, he turned to the -left, as he had directed them to do.</p> - -<p>With anxiously-beating hearts, the fugitives dashed through the pass, -and then, guided by a loud cry in the voice of their friend, turned to -the left and reached the spot where he was standing.</p> - -<p>"'Light—quicker'n thunder! You wimmen run into them bushes thar, an' -lay close. Ed, you an' Jack stan' by me. We'll sicken the imps fer -good, this time!" hurriedly muttered the scout, as he lifted Jennie -Stevens from his horse's back; then striking the animal violently with -his hand, it dashed off at full speed along the hill's foot.</p> - -<p>The other two women leaped to the ground, as did Wilson, who secured -the bundle of provisions, half-unconsciously. And this move was -completed none too soon, for the next moment the yelling savages sprung -into view through the pass, brandishing their weapons like mad.</p> - -<p>"Now—gi' them your rifles, an' then fall back to the bresh yander. -Ef they foller, let 'em hev your 'volvers," cried Tobe Castor, as his -long, heavy rifle uprose to a level.</p> - -<p>The Indians paused abruptly, uttering cries of wondering dismay. Why -this bold stand upon the part of the fugitives, and where were the -women who had so lately been with them? Could they still be fleeing -upon the horses, whose rapidly-retreating hoof-strokes could still be -distinguished?</p> - -<p>"<i>Now!</i>" hissed Castor, and the three rifles spoke.</p> - -<p>Two of the enemy went down without a struggle; a third reeled back with -an arm swinging helplessly at his side. But neither of them was the -renegade; he had not yet put in an appearance.</p> - -<p>"Now drap back to the bresh, boys," and Tobe coolly retreated.</p> - -<p>Just then Dusky Dick sprung into view, and with a wild yell, urged his -men on. As the borderers fell back, the Sioux dashed ahead, discharging -a few arrows; their firearms had all been long since emptied.</p> - -<p>"Gi' them some more," coolly muttered Tobe, as he drew a heavy -revolver, "Colt's Army," carrying a half-ounce ball with the range and -force of a rifle.</p> - -<p>And now quick and vicious the reports ring out from the three men -standing there at bay. Chamber after chamber was discharged with fair -effect.</p> - -<p>It was not in Indian nature to stand this long, more especially as -they had not the means of returning the compliment. Dusky Dick was one -of the first to fall, and then, missing his voice, his men retreated -to the entrance of the gap, concealing themselves as best they could -behind the numerous bowlders that there skirted the prairie.</p> - -<p>"Into the bresh an' load up, boys," said Castor, as he coolly leveled -his second pistol at a wounded red-skin, who was slowly crawling away -from the spot of death.</p> - -<p>The revolver cracked, and the Indian made no further motion. Then, with -a grim smile, the old scout also entered the bushes.</p> - -<p>A most welcome surprise here awaited the fugitives, with the exception -of Castor. The mouth of a cave was revealed behind the bushes, and into -it the women had already made their way.</p> - -<p>This, then, was why Castor had made what had seemed, at the time, a -suicidal move, in not taking to the timber <i>motte</i>, and Wilson now -expressed his regret at having spoken so harshly upon that occasion.</p> - -<p>"'Taint no matter, Ed. I don't blame you, for it <i>did</i> look a lettle -queer. But it was our on'y chaince, ye see. They'd 'a' cabbidged us -thar, easy; but in here we kin hold our own ontel they starve us out. -This is whar Fred 'n' me killed the b'ar this spring—'member, don't -ye?"</p> - -<p>"Yes, but—what's the matter now?"</p> - -<p>Castor had turned around to peer through the bushes while speaking, and -then with a bitter curse of angry chagrin he leveled his pistol and -fired. Another curse broke from his lips, as he half-parted the bushes, -as though he would have sprung forth.</p> - -<p>"What is it—are they coming again?" and the two men pressed forward.</p> - -<p>"No—he's gone, the pesky imp! He was a-playin' 'possum all the time, I -do r'ailly b'lieve! Don't b'lieve he was tetched ary time!"</p> - -<p>"Who—what do you mean?"</p> - -<p>"Why, Dusky Dick, <i>in</i> co'se. He's gone. I see'd him jest as he was -a-stealin' out o' sight. I sent a snap-shot at the cuss, but didn't -tech him. I spotted him in the fust rush, but he must 'a' dodged -it, an' then tumbled down to make us b'lieve he was dead," somewhat -incoherently added Castor, as he once more resumed loading his firearms.</p> - -<p>Though greatly chagrined, the borderers completed re-charging their -weapons, without further comment; meanwhile keeping a close watch upon -the open ground around the mouth of the defile. They felt assured that -their foes were still near, although concealed from sight, and that -they would not abandon the hunt without a desperate effort to avenge -the death of their comrades, several of whose bodies still lay out in -full view, stark and ghastly.</p> - -<p>"What do you think they'll do next, Tobe?" queried Wilson, dubiously.</p> - -<p>"Mebbe make a rush—but I don't think it. They've hed too good a taste -o' our shooters fer thet. We must look out fer tricks, now; they'll -pro'bly try sarcumvention fust. Mebbe try to smoke us out."</p> - -<p>"But can they <i>do</i> it?"</p> - -<p>"Not bad, they cain't. Jest step inside thar, an' you'll see. I ain't -so pesky green as to run in a hole thet'd be stopped up like <i>thet</i>," -chuckled the old ranger, grimly.</p> - -<p>Wilson stooped low down and entered the rude entrance of the cave, but -it soon enlarged sufficiently to admit of his standing erect, and gazed -curiously around him. It was dimly lighted, but sufficiently so for him -to discern the rocky sides and roof.</p> - -<p>It was small; not twenty feet in diameter at the most, and of a rude -circular form. The roof was arched; jagged and uneven, composed mainly -of rock. From several points Wilson could detect a lighter ray than -common, and he knew that there were numerous crevices leading to the -outer world, by which the fresh air could gain entrance, although so -crooked that no use could be made of them to gain a shot at those -within. Thus it would be an utter impossibility for the cave to be -filled completely with smoke, or even sufficient to smother the inmates.</p> - -<p>The three women were huddling together upon the rocky floor, at the -further extremity of the den, trembling with apprehension. Wilson -approached them, and tried to relieve their fears by repeating the -assurances of Tobe Castor. At this they brightened up a little, but -only temporarily.</p> - -<p>A low whistle from Castor now drew Wilson to the entrance, where he was -cautioned to silence by a finger warningly upheld by the old scout. -Listening intently, the settler fancied he could hear the sounds of -cautious footsteps overhead.</p> - -<p>Nothing was to be seen upon the plain beyond, save the dead savages. -All was quiet at the entrance of the defile, but still the besieged -knew that trouble was brewing. And they nerved themselves to meet it as -best they could.</p> - -<p>"Ready, boys," muttered Tobe, drawing back a little, until beneath the -projecting shelf. "They're comin' now!"</p> - -<p>And the next moment confirmed his assertion, for with loud yells -several dark figures sprung down from the ledge, alighting in the midst -of the bushes. Then, ere they could recover themselves, the affray -began.</p> - -<p>The pale-faces had the advantage of a dark background, while their -foes were quite plainly revealed, and as the revolvers began to play -rapidly, wild yells of rage and death agony told how true was their aim.</p> - -<p>And then, from the prairie beyond, came the sounds of rushing feet, and -the shrill war-whoop of the savage Sioux, telling of a simultaneous -onset, deadly and determined.</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<p class="ph2">CHAPTER XII.</p> - -<p class="center">EXIT DUSKY DICK.</p> - - -<p><span class="smcap">It</span> was a thrilling moment. Death stared the borderers full in the face, -yet they did not flinch. To do so would be annihilation, and full well -they knew that.</p> - -<p>The enemy who had sprung down from above, had probably hoped to take -them by surprise, being ignorant of the existence of the cave, and thus -hold them at bay until the others could approach from the defile below, -to deal the finishing stroke. But in this they had counted without -their host, and the ready action of the borderers speedily foiled their -calculations.</p> - -<p>Scarcely had the savages regained their feet from the leap, than they -were down again; this time for good. Three revolvers make quick work, -especially when the targets are at barely more than arm's length, and -held by desperate men, who are fighting for their own lives, as well as -those of ones even more dear to them.</p> - -<p>Thus before those coming from the defile could reach the bushes, the -first portion of the drama was over. Four dead or disabled forms lay -there; but where were the fugitive pale-faces? They speedily received -the answer to this natural query.</p> - -<p>"Back inside the hole, boys," uttered Tobe. "Back, or we're gone! We -must keep 'em from gittin' inside."</p> - -<p>And then at the mouth of the cave, but upon either side, where their -bodies were partly shielded by the jagged rocks, although where a shot -could be aimed without, if necessary, crouched the three men, sternly -defiant. And thus, with tightly-compressed lips they awaited the -assault, their rifles and half-empty pistols ready for instant use.</p> - -<p>Thus they were, when the savages reached the bushes and parted them. -Scarcely had the enemy time to note the mouth of the cave, thus laid -bare, when a simultaneous report rung out, and three rifle-bullets tore -their way through the living mass.</p> - -<p>The Indians staggered and fell back involuntarily, but not until a -second salute was given them. And then, despite the curses of Dusky -Dick, the entire party of survivors turned and fled in dismay, not even -pausing to remove their dead and dying.</p> - -<p>The besieged, fearing a ruse, did not emerge, and then Dusky Dick once -more succeeded in gaining cover in safety. And then while one kept -guard, the other two borderers hastily recharged the weapons, that had -stood them in such good stead.</p> - -<p>For at least two hours after this signal repulse, not a sound betrayed -the proximity of a foeman, but the old scout knew that the bushes -screening the cave-entrance were under the range of keen eyes, whose -owners would be only too glad of the chance to guide a bullet or an -arrow into any one of the besieged who might chance to expose himself. -And he was too wise to allow either of his comrades to commit an action -that might change the whole situation.</p> - -<p>Then there came an interruption. The sound of a human voice was heard; -the voice of a white man, for the words were accented in a manner that -no Indian could attain.</p> - -<p>"Hellow thar, you Wilson!"</p> - -<p>"It is Dusky Dick," muttered Tobe Castor.</p> - -<p>"What can he want? Shall I answer him?"</p> - -<p>"Yas—but don't show yourself. 'Twon't do no harm to hear what the cuss -hes to say, as I knows on," slowly returned the scout.</p> - -<p>"Hallo yourself! What is it you want with me, Dusky Dick?"</p> - -<p>"I want to have a quiet talk with you, and see if we can't come to some -sort o' tarms. Will I be safe if I come out thar? It's too fur away to -talk from here."</p> - -<p>"Tell him yas—ef he comes alone," said Tobe, in reply to the glance of -Wilson.</p> - -<p>"Yes. Come out, and if you act on the square, you sha'n't be hurt. But -come alone, and mind you don't let any of your red-skinned devils try -to crawl up on us, or you're a dead man. We can see all over from here."</p> - -<p>After a few moment's silence, the renegade arose from behind his -covert, and strode toward the cave-entrance. Although he bore weapons, -they were held carelessly, as if not for use.</p> - -<p>"Hold on thar, Mister Dusky Dick," called forth the old scout when the -renegade was within a score yards. "Don't come no nearer. You hain't -got the consumption, an' ken talk that fur, I reckon."</p> - -<p>"Tobe Castor!" exclaimed Morgan, in a tone of uneasiness.</p> - -<p>"Yas—it's old Tobe, fer shore. <i>You</i> know 'im, I reckon," chuckled the -scout, grimly, evidently pleased at this symptom of alarm.</p> - -<p>"I did not know you were here, but it don't matter. Who is the head man -among you? You or Wilson?"</p> - -<p>"You kin talk to Ed, here. I'll sorter lis'en. Shoot off yer mouth now, -lively, an' then travel. Your comp'ny ain't overly welcome to none on -us. D'y' hear?"</p> - -<p>"Then, Wilson," added Morgan, not noticing the insulting tones of -Castor, "what're your terms? You must see there is no use in your -trying to hold out against us any longer."</p> - -<p>"Isn't there? Your men didn't seem to think so, a while since, anyhow," -sneered the settler.</p> - -<p>"But we have been reinforced since then. Sloan Young is here with his -band, and—"</p> - -<p>"You lie, Dusky Dick, durn ye. You'll never see Young ontel the devil -hes his due. It's <i>thar</i> you'll find him, fer I put a eend to his -trapsein', this very night jest passed," retorted Castor.</p> - -<p>What Dusky Dick's answer would have been, was never known, for at that -moment a sharp report rung out from close behind Wilson, and then -with a choking groan the doomed renegade swayed feebly to and fro for -a moment, then sunk in a lifeless heap to the ground, the hot blood -spouting from his left breast.</p> - -<p>Quickly turning, the two borderers beheld the strangely convulsed -features of their young comrade, John Stevens, as he glared out upon -the dead man, the smoke still issuing from his rifle-muzzle. There was -a peculiar gleam in his eyes that told he was half crazed.</p> - -<p>The reproaches of the old scout died away upon his lips, for the young -settler then sunk back, pale and breathless, his features strangely -distorted. He was in a fit, probably brought on by the terrible trials -of mind, added to the deed of vengeance he had just accomplished.</p> - -<p>The Sioux uttered frightful yells of anger at the death of their chief, -but they did not venture forth from their covert. They had already -received a sufficiency of the pale-faces' favors at close quarters, and -had evidently resolved to await the slower but more sure process of -starvation.</p> - -<p>It was some little time before John recovered from his convulsion, as -there was no water to aid in his restoration, and then he lay back, -only half-conscious, as weak as a child.</p> - -<p>As the time wore on, the besieged began to suffer from want of water. -Their hunger had been appeased, but it only seemed to increase their -thirst. And yet there was not a single drop to be had.</p> - -<p>Their prospects looked gloomy indeed, for if they began to suffer thus -early what would they be forced to endure, were they closely besieged, -as there seemed no doubt they would be? Even Castor became gloomy and -despondent.</p> - -<p>Thus the hours rolled by, without any demonstrations from the Sioux, -save occasionally a rifle-shot that either flattened harmlessly -outside, or else spent its force against the walls of the cave, without -injury to the occupants.</p> - -<p>But when the shades of night fell, the Indians built several fires upon -the prairie, around the besieged, and though at some little distance, -yet close enough to guard against their stealing forth from their -retreat unobserved. They made no attempt to surprise the cave inmates, -and well for them that they did not, for both Castor and Wilson kept -unceasing watch, with weapons in readiness to repel the assault in case -it should come.</p> - -<p>But toward morning, when the gray light in the east gave warning of -the coming sun, there arose a fearful tumult without, awakening the -sleeping women, who uttered loud cries of affright. And for a moment -the two sentinels were confused.</p> - -<p>But the truth flashed upon their minds. They knew they were saved!</p> - -<p>"Hooray! they're jest <i>more'n</i> ketchin' it!" yelled Castor, as he -sprung forth from the cave, uttering his wild war-cry; and then, -closely followed by Wilson, he dashed into the thick of the <i>melee</i>.</p> - -<p>They were indeed rescued, and by the aid of Fred Wilson. When that -worthy so abruptly turned from the chase, he knew the plans of Tobe -Castor.</p> - -<p>He remembered the bear's den, and saw that the fugitives were heading -directly toward it. Here he knew they could stand a pretty tough siege, -and so he resolved to speed at once to the settlements, raise a force -sufficient to rescue them, and return speedily.</p> - -<p>He succeeded in reaching Hutchinson, where he told his story, and found -no difficulty in raising a squad of men sufficient for his purpose. -In half an hour after his arrival, he was on the back track, and by -hurrying on at full speed, he arrived in time to surprise the Indians, -the most of whom were sleeping.</p> - -<p>The onslaught was deadly, and at most, but one or two of the war-party -escaped to tell the tragic tale. Then the stray horses were hunted up, -and upon these the women and John were placed, when the party retraced -their steps to the settlement.</p> - -<p>Dusky Dick had been somewhat premature in his attack, as the general -uprising did not take place for two days after, and the result of that -is familiar to all readers.</p> - -<p>Tobe Castor, John Stevens and Fred Wilson did good service in the -cause, and passed unharmed through the ordeal. They found and buried -the remains of the unfortunate settler and his wife, near the ruins of -their former home.</p> - -<p>Within a year after the events recorded, there occurred a double -wedding at St. Paul, in which Annie and Jennie, John and Fred were the -principal actors, though an outsider would have thought Tobe Castor -divided the honors pretty equally with them. That he "jest <i>more'n</i> -spread hisself," upon the occasion, we have his own word for.</p> - - -<p class="center">THE END.</p> - - - - -<p class="ph2" style="margin-top: 15em;">DIME POCKET NOVELS.</p> - -<p class="center">PUBLISHED SEMI-MONTHLY, AT TEN CENTS EACH.</p> - - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">1—Hawkeye Harry. By Oll Coomes.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">2—Dead Shot. By Albert W. Aiken.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">3—The Boy Miners. By Edward S. Ellis.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">4—Blue Dick. By Capt. Mayne Reid.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">5—Nat Wolfe. By Mrs. M.V. Victor.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">6—The White Tracker. Edward S. Ellis.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">7—The Outlaw's Wife. Mrs. Ann S. Stephens.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">8—The Tall Trapper. By Albert W. Aiken.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">9—Lightning Jo. By Capt. Adams.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">10—The Island Pirate. By Capt. Mayne Reid.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">11—The Boy Ranger. By Oll Coomes.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">12—Bess, the Trapper. By E.S. Ellis.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">13—The French Spy. By W.J. Hamilton.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">14—Long Shot. By Capt. Comstock.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">15—The Gunmaker. By James L. Bowen.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">16—Red Hand. By A.G. Piper.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">17—Ben, the Trapper. By Lewis W. Carson.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">18—Wild Raven. By Oll Coomes.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">19—The Specter Chief. By Seelin Robins.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">20—The B'ar-Killer. By Capt. Comstock.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">21—Wild Nat. By Wm. R. Eyster.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">22—Indian Jo. By Lewis W. Carson.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">23—Old Kent, the Ranger. Edward S. Ellis.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">24—The One-Eyed Trapper. Capt. Comstock.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">25—Godbold, the Spy. By N.C. Iron.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">26—The Black Ship. By John S. Warner.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">27—Single Eye. By Warren St. John.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">28—Indian Jim. By Edward S. Ellis.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">29—The Scout. By Warren St. John.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">30—Eagle Eye. By W.J. Hamilton.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">31—The Mystic Canoe. By Edward S. Ellis.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">32—The Golden Harpoon. By R. Starbuck.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">33—The Scalp King. By Lieut. Ned Hunter.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">34—Old Lute. By E.W. Archer.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">35—Rainbolt. Ranger. By Oll Coomes.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">36—The Boy Pioneer. By Edward S. Ellis.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">37—Carson, the Guide. By J.H. Randolph.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">38—The Heart Eater. By Harry Hazard.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">39—Wetzel. The Scout. By Boynton Belknap.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">40—The Huge Hunter. By Ed. S. Ellis.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">41—Wild Nat, the Trapper. Paul Prescott.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">42—Lynx-cap. By Paul Bibbs.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">43—The White Outlaw. By Harry Hazard.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">44—The Dog Trailer. By Frederick Dewey.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">45—The Elk King. By Capt. Chas. Howard.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">46—Adrian, the Pilot. By Col. P. Ingraham.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">47—The Man-hunter. By Maro O. Rolfe.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">48—The Phantom Tracker. By F. Dewey.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">49—Moccasin Bill. By Paul Bibbs.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">50—The Wolf Queen. By Charles Howard.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">51—Tom Hawk, the Trailer.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">52—The Mad Chief. By Chas. Howard.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">53—The Black Wolf. By Edwin E. Ewing.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">54—Arkansas Jack. By Harry Hazard.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">55—Blackbeard. By Paul Bibbs.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">56—The River Rifles. By Billex Muller.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">57—Hunter Ham. By J. Edgar Iliff.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">58—Cloudwood. By J.M. Merrill.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">59—The Texas Hawks. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">60—Merciless Mat. By Capt. Chas. Howard.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">61—Mad Anthony's Scouts. By E. Rodman.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">62—The Luckless Trapper. Wm. R. Eyster.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">63—The Florida Scout. Jos. E. Badger, Jr.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">64—The Island Trapper. Chas. Howard.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">65—Wolf-Cap. By Capt. Chas. Howard.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">66—Rattling Dick. By Harry Hazard.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">67—Sharp-Eye. By Major Max Martine.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">68—Iron Hand. By Frederick Forest.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">69—The Yellow Hunter. By Chas. Howard.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">70—The Phantom Rider. By Maro O. Rolfe.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">71—Delaware Tom. By Harry Hazard.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">72—Silver Rifle. By Capt. Chas. Howard.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">73—The Skeleton Scout. Maj. L.W. Carson.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">74—Little Rifle. By Capt. "Bruin" Adams.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">75—The Wood Witch. By Edwin Emerson.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">76—Old Ruff, the Trapper. "Bruin" Adams.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">77—The Scarlet Shoulders. Harry Hazard.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">78—The Border Rifleman. L.W. Carson.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">79—Outlaw Jack. By Harry Hazard.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">80—Tiger-Tail, the Seminole. R. Ringwood.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">81—Death-Dealer. By Arthur L. Meserve.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">82—Kenton, the Ranger. By Chas. Howard.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">83—The Specter Horseman. Frank Dewey.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">84—The Three Trappers. Seelin Robbins.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">85—Kaleolah. By T. Benton Shields, U.S.N.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">86—The Hunter Hercules. Harry St. George.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">87—Phil Hunter. By Capt. Chas. Howard.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">88—The Indian Scout. By Harry Hazard.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">89—The Girl Avenger. By Chas. Howard.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">90—The Red Hermitess. By Paul Bibbs.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">91—Star-Face, the Slayer.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">92—The Antelope Boy. By Geo. L. Aiken.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">93—The Phantom Hunter. By E. Emerson.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">94—Tom Pintle, the Pilot. By M. Klapp.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">95—The Red Wizard. By Ned Hunter.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">96—The Rival Trappers. By L.W. Carson.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">97—The Squaw Spy. By Capt. Chas. Howard.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">98—Dusky Dick. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">99—Colonel Crockett. By Chas. E. Lasalle.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">100—Old Bear Paw. By Major Max Martine.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">101—Redlaw. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">102—Wild Rube. By W.J. Hamilton.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">103—The Indian Hunters. By J.L. Bowen.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">104—Scarred Eagle. By Andrew Dearborn.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">105—Nick Doyle. By P. Hamilton Myers.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">106—The Indian Spy. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">107—Job Dean. By Ingoldsby North.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">108—The Wood King. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">109—The Scalped Hunter. By Harry Hazard.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">110—Nick, the Scout. By W.J. Hamilton.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">111—The Texas Tiger. By Edward Willett.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">112—The Crossed Knives. By Hamilton.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">113—Tiger-Heart, the Tracker. By Howard.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">114—The Masked Avenger. By Ingraham.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">115—The Pearl Pirates. By Starbuck.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">116—Black Panther. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">117—Abdiel, the Avenger. By Ed. Willett.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">118—Cato, the Creeper. By Fred. Dewey.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">119—Two-Handed Mat. By Jos. E. Badger.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">120—Mad Trail Hunter. By Harry Hazard.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">121—Black Nick. By Frederick Whittaker.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">122—Kit Bird. By W.J. Hamilton.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">123—The Specter Riders. By Geo. Gleason.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">124—Giant Pete. By W.J. Hamilton.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">125—The Girl Captain. By Jos. E. Badger.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">126—Yankee Eph. By J.R. Worcester.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">127—Silverspur. By Edward Willett.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">128—Squatter Dick. By Jos. E. Badger.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">129—The Child Spy. By George Gleason.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">130—Mink Coat. By Jos. E. Badger.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">131—Red Plume. By J. Stanley Henderson.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">132—Clyde, the Trailer. By Maro O. Rolfe.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">133—The Lost Cache. J. Stanley Henderson.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">134—The Cannibal Chief. Paul J. Prescott.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">135—Karaibo. By J. Stanley Henderson.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">136—Scarlet Moccasin. By Paul Bibbs.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">137—Kidnapped. By J. Stanley Henderson.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">138—Maid of the Mountain. By Hamilton.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">139—The Scioto Scouts. By Ed. Willett.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">140—The Border Renegade. By Badger.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">141—The Mute Chief. By C.D. Clark.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">142—Boone, the Hunter. By Whittaker.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">143—Mountain Kate. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">144—The Red Scalper. By W J. Hamilton.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">145—The Lone Chief. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">146—The Silver Bugle. Lieut. Col. Hazleton.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">147—Chinga, the Cheyenne. By Edward S. Ellis.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">148—The Tangled Trail. By Major Max Martine.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">149—The Unseen Hand. By J.S. Henderson.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">150—The Lone Indian. By Capt. C. Howard.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">151—The Branded Brave. By Paul Bibbs.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">152—Billy Bowlegs. The Seminole Chief.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">153—The Valley Scout. 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