"Take your time," he said, and he went back to the porch. Erskine could hear and see him through the latticed blinds.
"Hugh," said the lad in a low, cold voice, "I am host here, and if you don"t like this you can take that path."
"You are right," was the answer; "but you wait until Uncle Harry gets home."
The matter was quite plain to Erskine within. The presence of Dane Grey made it plain, and as Erskine dipped both hands into the cold water he made up his mind to an understanding with that young gentleman that would be complete and final. And so he was ready when he and Harry were on the porch again and Barbara and Grey emerged from the rose-bushes and came slowly up the path. Harry looked worried, but Erskine sat still, with a faint smile at his mouth and in his eyes. Barbara saw him first and she did not rush forward. Instead she stopped, with wide eyes, a stifled cry, and a lifting of one hand toward her heart. Grey saw too, flushed rather painfully, and calmed himself. Erskine had sprung down the steps.
"Why, have I changed so much?" he cried. "Hugh didn"t seem to know me, either." His voice was gay, friendly, even affectionate, but his eyes danced with strange lights that puzzled the girl.
"Of course I knew you," she faltered, paling a little but gathering herself rather haughtily-a fact that Erskine seemed not to notice. "You took me by surprise and you have changed-but I don"t know how much." The significance of this too seemed to pa.s.s Erskine by, for he bent over Barbara"s hand and kissed it.
"Never to you, my dear cousin," he said gallantly, and then he bowed to Dane Grey, not offering to shake hands.
"Of course I know Mr. Grey." To say that the gentleman was dumfounded is to put it mildly-this wild Indian playing the courtier with exquisite impudence and doing it well! Harry seemed like to burst with restrained merriment, and Barbara was sorely put to it to keep her poise. The great dinner-bell from behind the house boomed its summons to the woods and fields.
"Come on," called Harry. "I imagine you"re hungry, cousin."
"I am," said Erskine. "I"ve had nothing to eat since-since early morn."
Barbara"s eyes flashed upward and Grey was plainly startled. Was there a slight stress on those two words? Erskine"s face was as expressionless as bronze. Harry had bolted into the hall.
Mrs. Dale was visiting down the river, so Barbara sat in her mother"s place, with Erskine at her right, Grey to her left, Hugh next to him, and Harry at the head. Harry did not wait long.
"Now, you White Arrow, you Big Chief, tell us the story. Where have you been, what have you been doing, and what do you mean to do? I"ve heard a good deal, but I want it all."
Grey began to look uncomfortable, and so, in truth, did Barbara.
"What have you heard?" asked Erskine quietly.
"Never mind," interposed Barbara quickly; "you tell us."
"Well," began Erskine slowly, "you remember that day we met some Indians who told me that old Kahtoo, my foster-father, was ill, and that he wanted to see me before he died? I went exactly as I would have gone had white men given the same message from Colonel Dale, and even for better reasons. A bad prophet was stirring up trouble in the tribe against the old chief. An enemy of mine, Crooked Lightning, was helping him. He wanted his son, Black Wolf, as chief, and the old chief wanted me. I heard the Indians were going to join the British. I didn"t want to be chief, but I did want influence in the tribe, so I stayed. There was a white woman in the camp and an Indian girl named Early Morn. I told the old chief that I would fight with the whites against the Indians and with the whites against them both. Crooked Lightning overheard me, and you can imagine what use he made of what I said. I took the wampum belt for the old chief to the powwow between the Indians and the British, and I found I could do nothing. I met Mr. Grey there." He bowed slightly to Dane and then looked at him steadily. "I was told that he was there in the interest of an English fur company. When I found I could do nothing with the Indians, I told the council what I had told the old chief." He paused. Barbara"s face was pale and she was breathing hard. She had not looked at Grey, but Harry had been watching him covertly and he did not look comfortable. Erskine paused.
"What!" shouted Harry. "You told both that you would fight with the whites against both! What"d they do to you?"
Erskine smiled.
"Well, here I am. I jumped over the heads of the outer ring and ran.
Firefly heard me calling him. I had left his halter loose. He broke away. I jumped on him, and you know nothing can catch Firefly."
"Didn"t they shoot at you?"
"Of course." Again he paused.
"Well," said Harry impatiently, "that isn"t the end."
"I went back to the camp. Crooked Lightning followed me and they tied me and were going to burn me at the stake."
"Good heavens!" breathed Barbara.
"How"d you get away?"
"The Indian girl, Early Morn, slipped under the tent and cut me loose.
The white woman got my gun, and Firefly-you know nothing can catch Firefly." The silence was intense. Hugh looked dazed, Barbara was on the point of tears, Harry was triumphant, and Grey was painfully flushed.
"And you want to know what I am going to do now?" Erskine went on. "I"m going with Captain George Rogers Clark-with what command are you, Mr.
Grey?"
"That"s a secret," he smiled coolly. "I"ll let you know later," and Barbara, with an inward sigh of relief, rose quickly, but would not leave them behind.
"But the white woman?" questioned Harry. "Why doesn"t she leave the Indians?"
"Early Morn-a half-breed-is her daughter," said Erskine simply.
"Oh!" and Harry questioned no further.
"Early Morn was the best-looking Indian girl I ever saw," said Erskine, "and the bravest." For the first time Grey glanced at Barbara. "She saved my life," Erskine went on gravely, "and mine is hers whenever she needs it." Harry reached over and gripped his hand.
As yet not one word had been said of Grey"s misdoing, but Barbara"s cool disdain made him shamed and hot, and in her eyes was the sorrow of her injustice to Erskine. In the hallway she excused herself with a courtesy, Hugh went to the stables, Harry disappeared for a moment, and the two were left alone. With smouldering fire Erskine turned to Grey.
"It seems you have been amusing yourself with my kinspeople at my expense." Grey drew himself up in haughty silence. Erskine went on:
"I have known some liars who were not cowards."
"You forget yourself."
"No-nor you."
"You remember a promise I made you once?"
"Twice," corrected Erskine. Grey"s eyes flashed upward to the crossed rapiers on the wall.
"Precisely," answered Erskine, "and when?"
"At the first opportunity."
"From this moment I shall be waiting for nothing else."
Barbara, reappearing, heard their last words, and she came forward pale and with piercing eyes:
"Cousin Erskine, I want to apologize to you for my little faith. I hope you will forgive me. Mr. Grey, your horse will be at the door at once. I wish you a safe journey-to your command." Grey bowed and turned-furious.
Erskine was on the porch when Grey came out to mount his horse.
"You will want seconds?" asked Grey.
"They might try to stop us-no!"
"I shall ride slowly," Grey said. Erskine bowed.