Up the river to the right he could faintly see dark woods, and he made toward and plunged into them with his eyes on the ground for signs of game, but he saw tracks only of c.o.o.n and skunk and fox, and he grunted his disgust and loped ahead for half an hour farther into the heart of the woods. An hour later he loped back on his own tracks. The cabins were awake now, and every pickaninny who saw him showed the whites of his eyes in terror and fled back into his house. He came noiselessly behind a negro woman at the kitchen-door and threw three squirrels on the steps before her. She turned, saw him, and gave a shriek, but recovered herself and picked them up. Her amazement grew as she looked them over, for there was no sign of a bullet-wound, and she went in to tell how the Injun boy must naturally just "charm "em right out o" de trees."
At the front door Harry hailed him and Barbara came running out.
"I forgot to get you another suit of clothes last night," he said, "and we were scared this morning. We thought you had left us, and Barbara there nearly cried." Barbara blushed now and did not deny.
"Come to breakfast!" she cried.
"Did you find anything to shoot?" Harry asked.
"Nothin" but some squirrels," said the lad.
Colonel Dale soon came in.
"You"ve got the servants mystified," he said laughingly. "They think you"re a witch. How _did_ you kill those squirrels?"
"I couldn"t see their heads-so I barked "em."
"Barked?"
"I shot between the bark and the limb right under the squirrel, an" the shock kills "em. Uncle Dan"l Boone showed me how to do that."
"Daniel Boone!" breathed Harry. "Do you know Daniel Boone?"
"Shucks, Dave can beat him shootin"."
And then Hugh came in, pale of face and looking rather ashamed. He went straight to the Kentuckian.
"I was rude to you last night and I owe you an apology."
He thrust out his hand and awkwardly the boy rose and took it.
"And you"ll forgive me, too, Barbara?"
"Of course I will," she said happily, but holding up one finger of warning-should he ever do it again. The rest of the guests trooped in now, and some were going out on horseback, some for a sail, and some visiting up the river in a barge, and all were paired off, even Harry.
"I"m going to drive Cousin Erskine over the place with my ponies," said Barbara, "and--"
"I"m going back to bed," interrupted Hugh, "or read a little Latin and Greek with Mr. Brockton." There was impudence as well as humor in this, for the tutor had given up Hugh in despair long ago.
Barbara shook her head.
"You are going with us," she said.
"I want Hugh to ride with me," said Colonel Dale, "and give Firefly a little exercise. n.o.body else can ride him."
The Kentucky boy turned a challenging eye, as did every young man at the table, and Hugh felt very comfortable. While every one was getting ready, Harry brought out two foils and two masks on the porch a little later.
"We fight with those," he said, pointing to the crossed rapiers on the wall, "but we practise with these. Hugh, there, is the champion fencer,"
he said, "and he"ll show you."
Harry helped the Kentucky boy to mask and they crossed foils-Hugh giving instructions all the time and nodding approval.
"You"ll learn-you"ll learn fast," he said. And over his shoulder to Harry:
"Why, his wrist is as strong as mine now, and he"s got an eye like a weasel."
With a twist he wrenched the foil from his antagonist"s hand and clattered it on the steps. The Kentuckian was bewildered and his face flushed. He ran for the weapon.
"You can"t do that again."
"I don"t believe I can," laughed Hugh.
"Will you learn me some more?" asked the boy eagerly.
"I surely will."
A little later Barbara and her cousin were trotting smartly along a sandy road through the fields with the colonel and Hugh loping in front of them. Firefly was a black mettlesome gelding. He had reared and plunged when Hugh mounted, and even now he was champing his bit and leaping playfully at times, but the lad sat him with an unconcern of his capers that held the Kentucky boy"s eyes.
"Gosh," he said, "but Hugh can ride! I wonder if he could stay on him bareback."
"I suppose so," Barbara said; "Hugh can do anything."
The summer fields of corn and grain waved away on each side under the wind, innumerable negroes were at work and song on either side, great barns and whitewashed cabins dotted the rich landscape which beyond the plantation broke against woods of sombre pines. For an hour they drove, the boy"s bewildered eye missing few details and understanding few, so foreign to him were all the changes wrought by the hand, and he could hardly have believed that this country was once as wild as his own-that this was to be impoverished and his own become even a richer land. Many questions the little girl asked-and some of his answers made her shudder.
"Papa said last night that several of our kinsfolk spoke of going to your country in a party, and Harry and Hugh are crazy to go with them.
Papa said people would be swarming over the c.u.mberland Mountains before long."
"I wish you"d come along."
Barbara laughed.
"I wouldn"t like to lose my hair."
"I"ll watch out for that," said the boy with such confident gravity that Barbara turned to look at him.
"I believe you would," she murmured. And presently:
"What did the Indians call you?"
"White Arrow."
"White Arrow. That"s lovely. Why?"
"I could outrun all the other boys."
"Then you"ll have to run to-morrow when we go to the fair at Williamsburg."
"The fair?"