"You must be _very_ careful, b.u.t.tercup," said Mary in a low voice, "_not_ to fire till I tell you, and to point only _where_ I tell you, else you"ll shoot father. And _do_ keep your finger off the trigger!
By the way, have you c.o.c.ked it?"
"O missy, I forgit dat," answered the damsel with a self-condemned look, as she corrected the error. "But don" you fear, Missy Mary. I"s use"
to dis yar blunn"erbus. Last time I fire "im was at a raven. Down hoed de raven, blow"d to atims, an" down hoed me too--cause de drefful t"ing kicks like a Texas mule. But bress you, I don" mind dat. I"s used to it!"
b.u.t.tercup gave a little sniff of grave scorn with her flat nose, as though to intimate that the ordinary ills of life were beneath _her_ notice.
We have said that all fires had been extinguished, but this is not strictly correct, for in the room where the two maidens watched there was an iron stove so enclosed that the fire inside did not show, and as it was fed with charcoal there were neither flames nor sparks to betray its presence. On this there stood a large cast-iron pot full of water, the bubbling of which was the only sound that broke the profound stillness of the night, while the watchers scarcely breathed, so intently did they listen.
At last the patient and self-restraining d.i.c.k saw a dark object moving towards his side of the stockade, which he felt was much too real to be cla.s.sed with the creatures of his imagination which had previously given him so much trouble. Without a moment"s hesitation the rifle flew to his shoulder, and the prolonged silence was broken by the sharp report, while an involuntary half-suppressed cry proved that he had not missed his mark. The dark object hastily retreated. A neighbouring cliff echoed the sounds, and two shots from his comrades told the sailor that they also were on the alert.
Instantly the night was rendered hideous by a series of wild yells and whoops, while, for a moment, the darkness gave place to a glare of light as a hundred rifles vomited their deadly contents, and the sound of many rushing feet was heard upon the open sward in front of the ranch.
The three male defenders had ducked their heads below the protecting breast-work when the volley was fired, and then, discarding all idea of further care, they skipped along their respective lines, yelling and firing the repeaters so rapidly, that, to any one ignorant of the true state of things, it must have seemed as if the place were defended by a legion of demons. To add to the hullabaloo b.u.t.tercup"s blunderbuss poured forth its contents upon a group of red warriors who were rushing towards the front gate, with such a cannon-like sound and such wonderful effect, that the rush was turned into a sudden and limping retreat. The effect indeed, was more severe even than b.u.t.tercup had intended, for a stray buckshot had actually taken a direction which had been feared, and grazed her master"s left arm! Happily the wound was very slight, and, to do the poor damsel justice, she could not see that her master was jumping from one place to another like a caged lion. Like the same animal, however, he gave her to understand what she had done, by shouting in a thunderous ba.s.s roar that fully justified his sobriquet--
"Mind your eye, b.u.t.tercup! Not so low next time!"
The immediate result of this vigorous defence was to make the Indians draw off and retire to the woods--presumably for consultation. By previous arrangement the negro girl issued from the house with three fresh repeaters in her arms, ran round to the combatants with them and returned with their almost empty rifles. These she and Mary proceeded to reload in the hall, and then returned to their post at the upper front window.
The morning was by this time pretty well advanced, and Jackson felt a little uncertain as to what he should now do. It was still rather dark; but in a very short time, he knew, dawn would spread over the east, when it would, of course, be quite impossible to defend the walls of the little fort without revealing the small number of its defenders. On the other hand, if they should retire at once the enemy might find a lodgement within, among the outbuildings, before there was light enough to prevent them by picking off the leaders; in which case the a.s.sailants would be able to apply fire to the wooden wails of the house without much risk.
"If they manage to pile up enough o" brush to clap a light to," he grumbled to himself in an undertone, "it"s all up wi" us."
The thought had barely pa.s.sed through his brain, when a leaden messenger, intended to pa.s.s through it, carried his cap off his head, and the fire that had discharged it almost blinded him. Bigfoot, the chief of the savages, had wriggled himself, snake-fashion, up to the stockade unseen, and while Roaring Bull was meditating what was best to be done, he had nearly succeeded in rendering him unable to do anything at all.
The shot was the signal for another onslaught. Once more the woods rang with fiendish yells and rattling volleys. Bigfoot, with the agility and strength of a gorilla, leaped up and over the stockade and sprung down into Jackson"s arms, while Darvall and Crux resumed their almost ubiquitous process of defence, and b.u.t.tercup"s weapon again thundered forth its defiance.
This time the fight was more protracted. Bigfoot"s career was indeed stopped for the time being, for Jackson not only crushed the life almost out of him by an unloving embrace, but dealt him a prize-fighter"s blow which effectually stretched him on the ground. Not a moment too soon, however, for the white man had barely got rid of the red one, when another savage managed to scale the wall. A blow from the b.u.t.t of Jackson"s rifle dropped him, and then the victor fired so rapidly, and with such effect, that a second time the Reds were repulsed.
Jackson did not again indulge in meditation, but blew a shrill blast on a dog-whistle--a preconcerted signal--on hearing which his two comrades made for the house door at full speed.
Only one other of the Indians, besides the two already mentioned, had succeeded in getting over the stockade. This man was creeping up to the open door of the house, and, tomahawk in hand, had almost reached it when d.i.c.k Darvall came tearing round the corner.
"Hallo! Crux," cried d.i.c.k, "that you?"
The fact that he received no reply was sufficient for d.i.c.k, who was too close to do more than drive the point of his rifle against the chest of the Indian, who went down as if he had been shot, while d.i.c.k sprang in and held open the door. A word from Jackson and Crux as they ran forward sufficed. They pa.s.sed in and the ma.s.sive door was shut and barred, while an instant later at least half-a-dozen savages ran up against it and began to thunder on it with their rifle-b.u.t.ts and tomahawks.
"To your windows!" shouted Jackson, as he sprang up the wooden stair-case, three steps at a time. "Fresh rifles here, Mary!"
"Yes, father," came in a silvery and most unwarlike voice from the hall below.
Another moment and three shots rang from the three sides of the house, and of the three Indians who were at the moment in the act of clambering over the stockade, one fell inside and two out. Happily, daylight soon began to make objects distinctly visible, and the Indians were well aware that it would now be almost certain death to any one who should attempt to climb over.
It is well known that, as a rule, savages do not throw away their lives recklessly. The moment it became evident that darkness would no longer serve them, those who were in the open retired to the woods, and potted at the windows of the ranch, but, as the openings from which the besieged fired were mere loop-holes made for the purpose of defence, they had little hope of hitting them at long range except by chance.
Those of the besiegers who happened to be near the stockade took shelter behind the breast-work, and awaited further orders from their chief-- ignorant of the fact that he had already fallen.
From the loop-holes of the room which Jackson had selected to defend, the shed with the saddled horses was visible, so that no one could reach it without coming under the fire of his deadly weapon. There was also a window in this room opening upon the back of the house and commanding the field which we have before mentioned as being undefended while the battle was waged outside. By casting a glance now and then through this window he could see any foe who might show himself in that direction.
The only part of the fort that seemed exposed to great danger now was the front door, where the half-dozen savages, with a few others who had joined them, were still battering away at the impregnable door.
d.i.c.k, who held the garret above, could not see the door, of course, nor could he by any manoeuvre manage to bring his rifle to bear on it from his loop-hole, and he dared not leave his post lest more Indians should manage to scale the front stockade.
b.u.t.tercup, in the room below, had indeed a better chance at her window, but she was too inexpert in warfare to point the blunderbuss straight down and fire with effect, especially knowing, as she did, that the sight of her arm in the act would be the signal for a prompt fusillade.
But the girl was not apparently much concerned about that, or anything else. The truth is that she possessed in an eminent and enviable degree the spirit of entire trust in a leader. She was under orders, and awaited the word of command with perfect equanimity! She even smiled slightly--if such a mouth could be said to do anything slightly--when Mary left her to take fresh rifles to the defenders overhead.
At last the command came from the upper regions, in tones that caused the very savages to pause a moment and look at each other in surprise.
They did not pause long, however!
"Now, b.u.t.tercup," thundered Roaring Bull, "give it "em--hot!"
At the word the girl calmly laid aside her weapon, lifted the big iron pot with familiar and businesslike facility, and emptied it over the window.
The result is more easily imagined than described. A yell that must have been heard miles off was the prelude to a stampede of the most lively nature. It was intensified, if possible, by the further action of the negress, who, seizing the blunderbuss, pointed it at the flying crowd, and, shutting both eyes, fired! Not a buckshot took effect on the savages, for b.u.t.tercup, if we may say so, aimed too low, but the effect was more stupendous than if the aim had been good, for the heavy charge drove up an indescribable amount of peppery dust and small stones into the rear of the flying foe, causing another yell which was not an echo but a magnified reverberation of the first. Thus b.u.t.tercup had the satisfaction of utterly routing her foes without killing a single man!
Daylight had fairly set in by that time, and the few savages who had not succeeded in vaulting the stockade had concealed themselves behind the various outhouses.
The proprietor of the ranch began now to have some hope of keeping the Indians at bay until the troops should succour him. He even left his post and called his friends to a council of war, when a wild cheer was heard in the woods. It was followed by the sound of firing. No sooner was this heard than the savages concealed outside of the breastwork rose as one man and ran for the woods.
"It"s the troops!" exclaimed d.i.c.k hopefully.
"Troopers never cheer like that," returned Jackson with an anxious look.
"It"s more like my poor cow-boys, and, if so, they will have no chance wi" such a crowd o" Reds. We must ride to help them, an" you"ll have to ride with us, Mary. We daren"t leave you behind, la.s.s, wi" them varmints skulkin" around."
"I"m ready, father," said Mary with a decided look, though it was evident, from the pallor of her cheek, that she was ill at ease.
"Now, look here, d.i.c.k," said Jackson, quickly, "you will go down and open the front gate. I"ll go with "ee wi" my repeater to keep an eye on the hidden reptiles, so that if one of them shows so much as the tip of his ugly nose he"ll have cause to remember it. You will go to my loophole, Crux, an keep your eyes open all round--specially on the horses. When the gate is open I"ll shout, and you"ll run down to the shed wi" the women.--You understand?" Crux nodded.
Acting on this plan d.i.c.k ran to the gate; Jackson followed, rifle in hand, and, having reached the middle of the fort, he faced round; only just in time to see a gun barrel raised from behind a shed. Before he could raise his own weapon a shot was heard and the gun-barrel disappeared, while the Indian who raised it fell wounded on the ground.
"Well done, Crux!" he exclaimed, at the same moment firing his own rifle at a head which was peeping round a corner. The head vanished instantly and Darvall rejoined him, having thrown the gate wide open.
"Come round wi" me an" drive the reptiles out," cried Jackson. At the same time he uttered a roar that a bull might have envied, and they both rushed round to the back of the outhouses where three Indians were found skulking.
At the sudden and unexpected onslaught, they fired an ineffectual volley and fled wildly through the now open gate, followed by several shots from both pursuers, whose aim, however, was no better than their own had been.
Meanwhile Crux and the girls, having reached the shed according to orders, mounted their respective steeds and awaited their comrades.
They had not long to wait. Jackson and d.i.c.k came round the corner of the shed at full speed, and, without a word, leaped simultaneously into their saddles.
"Keep close to me, girls,--close up!" was all that Jackson said as he dashed spurs into his horse, and, sweeping across the yard and through the gate, made straight for that part of the woods where yells, shouts, and firing told that a battle was raging furiously.
CHAPTER NINETEEN.
THE RESCUE AND ITS CONSEQUENCES.
The ground in the neighbourhood of the ranch favoured the operations of an attacking party, for it was so irregular and so c.u.mbered with knolls and clumps of trees that the defenders of the post scarce dared to make a sally, lest their retreat should be cut off by a detached party of a.s.sailants.
Hence Jackson would never have dreamed of quitting his house, or ceasing to act on the defensive, had he not been under the natural impression that it was his own returning cow-boys who had been attacked and out-numbered by the Indians. Great, therefore, was his surprise when, on rounding a bluff and coming into view of the battle-field, the party engaged with the Indians, though evidently white men, were neither his own men nor those of the US troops.