"I might ask you the same question, I reckon," replied d.i.c.k. "What business had you to go roamin" off alone in the mountains, arter I had told you to keep your eyes open fur these Injuns? I knowed what was up the minute Archie come home without you; an" me an" Bob set out to find you. Bob"s old legs tuk him safe out of danger, but I was ketched. I am here "cause I can"t help myself."
"But, d.i.c.k, does Captain Porter know that these Indians have suddenly turned hostile?"
"Turned!" exclaimed d.i.c.k. "They"ve been hostile ever since they was born. Of course he knows it. Come up closer, youngster, so that I can whisper to you, an" I"ll tell you something."
While this conversation was going on, the prisoners were being conducted up the ravine toward the camp. The chief led the way, two Indians, who stepped exactly in his tracks, followed close at his heels, Frank and d.i.c.k, who walked side by side, came next, and two more Indians brought up the rear. The savages made no attempt to restrain their prisoners from talking, and Frank was glad it was so.
"The Cap"n didn"t like the way these Injuns acted this mornin", no more"n I did," continued the trapper, in a low tone. "He spoke to the major, an" told him that if he knowed when he was well off he would look out fur things a leetle; an" the ole feller tuk the hint an" set his soldiers to work on the fort. Thar"s too many ole trappers down in that valley, an" they can"t be tuk by surprise."
"You don"t know how overjoyed I am to hear that," whispered Frank, who now breathed more freely than at any time since he had fallen into the hands of the savages. "Then Archie will be safe, won"t he?"
"Sartin he will, unless he goes about pokin" his nose into danger like he allers does. He"s jest spilin" to have his har raised, Archie is, an"
it was all me an" ole Bob could do to keep him from comin" with us when we set out to look fur you. The chief"s goin" to make an Injun of you, I can see that easy enough."
"That"s what Black Bill says."
"Black Bill!" echoed the trapper. "Is he about here? Wal, if I don"t settle with him ole Bob will, so it"s all the same. I kinder thought, by the squint in the chief"s eye, that it would have been better fur you if you had kept away from that camp," he continued. "Injuns don"t giner"ly take sich a monstrous shine to white boys fur nothing. It won"t be long afore you"ll have a chance to see how the red skins treat their prisoners. Mebbe the chief will get up a show fur you to-night."
"A show!" repeated Frank.
"Yes. How would you like to see me tied to the stake, or runnin" the gauntlet?"
No one, to have heard the trapper speak these words, would have imagined that he had any fears that such would be his fate; but Frank knew that he expected nothing else.
"The chief is awful mad at me," continued d.i.c.k. "Thar were "leven men in his party, when me an" ole Bob first diskivered "em, an" now you don"t see but four, do you? Thar"s four more behind us, bringin" up the three that me an" Bob rubbed out. I"ll have to stand punishment fur that; but I don"t reckon that burnin" me or slashin" me with tomahawks will bring to life all the braves I have sent to the happy huntin" grounds."
A long, mournful yell from the chief interrupted the conversation. Frank looked up and saw the village in plain sight. The chief had given that yell to warn the camp of his arrival. d.i.c.k called it the "death-whoop,"
and said that one object of it was to inform the warriors that some of those, who had gone out on the scout with the chief, had fallen by the hands of their enemies. Presently an answer came echoing through the woods, then another, and another; and when they emerged from the ravine, Frank found the village, which had been so quiet when he left it but a few minutes before, alive with men, women, and children, who seemed wild with excitement and rage. When their eyes rested on the trapper, they gave utterance to savage yells of exultation, and almost before Frank was aware of it, he was standing alone, gazing after a crowd of struggling, frantic Indians, who were bearing his fellow prisoner toward the chief"s wigwam. Tomahawks and knives were flourished in the air close to d.i.c.k"s face, arrows and rifles were pointed at his breast, spears were thrust at him, and now and then hickory switches in the hands of those behind him, fell with stinging force on his head and shoulders. Before he was carried out of sight, his face was bleeding from more than one wound; but Frank looked in vain for any expression of fear. The trapper was apparently as calm and self-possessed as he would have been had he at that moment been smoking his pipe on the porch of Mr. Brent"s rancho. He never winced when the weapons of his savage foes pa.s.sed within an inch of his person--indeed, one would have thought, from his manner, that he did not see them all. Never before had Frank witnessed such an exhibition of courage and fort.i.tude.
When the trapper had disappeared from his view, Frank, who had stood rooted to the ground, horrified by the scene he was witnessing, awoke to a sense of his own situation, and began to look about him. Although there were Indians on all sides of him, no one seemed to take the least notice of him. His hands were tied behind his back, but he could move about as he pleased, for his feet were free. Scarcely knowing what he was doing, he followed in the direction the crowd had gone; and when he arrived at the chief"s lodge he found that some unusual event was about to take place. The yells were hushed, and most of the Indians were gathered in a body on one side of the council ground, in the center of which two or three warriors were busy kindling a fire. Upon looking around for the trapper, he discovered him at the opposite side of the ground, standing with his back to a post, to which he was securely bound. Near him stood a couple of armed Indians; and when Frank approached his friend, they motioned him angrily to retire.
"Oh, don"t I wish that my hands were unbound, and that I could have the free use of my knife for just one minute?" groaned Frank, as he reluctantly retraced his steps toward the chief"s wigwam. "d.i.c.k wouldn"t be in that fix long. He has saved me more than once, and I would risk any thing, if I could do as much for him now. Where is Bob, that he don"t bring the trappers up here and attack these Indians?"
Frank stood off by himself and watched the preparations going on around him, and wondered what would be the next torture the savages would devise for their prisoner. He could not have been more terrified if he had occupied d.i.c.k"s place, and had been every moment expecting to hear the death sentence pa.s.sed upon him. He did not like the deliberation and gravity with which the Indians conducted their proceedings, nor the scowls of mingled hatred and triumph which they threw across the council-ground toward the helpless trapper. He thought things looked exceedingly dark for his friend.
The huge fire that had been kindled by the warriors was well under way at last, and a dozen chiefs walked out from among their companions, and seated themselves in a circle around it. The first business in order was smoking the pipe of peace. The pipe was brought in by an aged warrior, who lighted it with a brand from the fire, and was about to present it to the princ.i.p.al chief, when the proceedings were interrupted by the arrival of a party of four men, who walked up to the fire without ceremony, and seated themselves near it. Frank recognized them at a glance; and that same glance showed him that they had not come alone.
They had brought a prisoner with them, and he was standing near the trapper, with his hands bound behind his back.
CHAPTER V.
ARCHIE FINDS A NEW UNCLE.
For an hour and a half after Frank left him, Archie walked up and down the banks of the brook, pulling out trout of a size and weight that astonished him. When nearly two hundred splendid fish had been placed upon his string, he put his line into his pocket, leaned his pole against a tree where he knew he could find it again if he should happen to want it, mounted his horse, and rode slowly toward the rancho, keeping a good lookout on every side for his cousin, and wondering what had become of him. It was getting late. The sun had sunk below the western mountains, the shadows of twilight were creeping through the valley, and Archie began to fear that Frank was in a fair way to pa.s.s the night among the grizzlies. He did not find him at the rancho; Adam had not seen him, and neither had d.i.c.k, who, upon finding that Archie had returned alone, pulled off his sombrero, and scratched his head furiously, as he always did when any thing troubled him.
"Where"s the boy that fit that ar Greaser?" he asked, with some anxiety in his tone.
"I am sure I don"t know," was the reply. "He went into the mountains to hunt up an elk for supper, and I haven"t seen him since."
"The keerless feller!" exclaimed the trapper.
"He"ll have to camp out all night if he doesn"t come back pretty soon,"
continued Archie. "Won"t he have a glorious time among the bears and panthers? I wish I had gone with him, for I know he will be lonesome."
"You can thank your lucky stars that you stayed at home. Thar"s a heap wusser things in the world than grizzlies an" painters."
The tone in which these words were spoken made Archie uneasy; and when d.i.c.k drew old Bob and the Captain off on one side, and held a whispered consultation with them, he began to be really alarmed. He had never seen the trapper act so strangely. Heretofore, when Frank had got into trouble, d.i.c.k had always said: "I jest know he"ll come out all right;"
but he did not say so now. Archie could see that there was something in the wind that he did not understand.
While the Captain and his men were conversing, a trapper galloped up to the porch, and hurriedly ascending the steps, communicated in a whisper what was plainly a very exciting piece of news, for an expression of anxiety overspread the Captain"s face, old Bob thumped the floor energetically with the b.u.t.t of his rifle, and d.i.c.k once more pulled off his sombrero and dug his fingers into his hair. Almost at the same moment a second horseman approached from another direction, and he had something to tell that increased the excitement. The Captain listened attentively to his story, and then gave a few orders in a low tone to d.i.c.k and Bob, who shouldered their rifles, sprang down the steps, and stole off into the darkness like two specters. They had not made many steps before Archie was at their heels.
"Now, then, you keerless feller, jest trot right back to the house agin," said d.i.c.k.
"If you are going out to look for Frank I want to go too," replied Archie. "I can keep up with you."
"Go back," repeated the trapper; "you"ll only be in the way. Thar"s goin" to be queer doin"s in this yere valley, an" you"ll see enough to make you glad to stay in the house."
"What"s up here, any how?" asked Archie, as he mounted the steps that led to the porch where Adam Brent was waiting for him.
"Indians," was the reply.
"Indians!" repeated Archie, who now thought he understood what the trapper meant when he said that there were things in the world more to be dreaded than bears and panthers. "You surely don"t expect trouble with them?"
"That"s what they say," replied Adam, coolly. "I heard Captain Porter tell father that they would be down on us, like a hawk on a Junebug, before we see the sun rise again."
"Well, I--I--_Eh!_" stammered Archie, almost paralyzed by the information.
"Oh, it"s the truth. In the first place, they changed their camp very suddenly this afternoon, and without any cause; and since then they haven"t showed themselves in the valley. That"s a bad sign. When you know there are Indians about you, and you can"t see them, look out for them, for they mean mischief. But when they are all around you, and you have to watch them closely to keep them from stealing every thing you"ve got, there"s nothing to fear. In the next place, one of Captain Porter"s trappers, who was out hunting this afternoon, said that he crossed the trail of a war party, numbering at least five hundred men. Another trapper brought the information that there is a large camp of Indians about ten miles back in the mountains, and that the braves are all in war-paint. Father says it is plain enough to him that they have determined upon a general ma.s.sacre of all the settlers in the country.
There"ll be fun in this valley before morning, and you"ll hear sounds and see sights you never dreamed of."
Archie was astounded--not only at the news he had heard, but also at the free and easy manner in which it was communicated. He was trembling in every limb with suppressed excitement and alarm; and here was this new friend of his standing with his hands in his pockets, and talking about a fight with the Indians--which would be delayed but a few hours at the most--with as much apparent indifference and unconcern as if it had been some holiday pastime. But then Adam was accustomed to such things. The house in which he lived has been used as a fort in days gone by, and when trouble was expected with the savages, the settlers, for miles around, would flock into it for protection. It had withstood more than one siege, and Adam, before he was strong enough to lift a rifle to his shoulder, had heard the war-whoop echoing through the valley, and had molded bullets and cut patching for the men who were standing at his father"s side, defending the house against the a.s.saults of the savages.
Archie could have told of things that would have made Adam"s hair stand on end. He had ridden in the cars and on steamboats; and he had held the helm of the Speedwell in many a race around Strawberry island, when the white caps were running, and the wind blowing half a gale. Adam, in these situations, would have been as badly frightened as Archie was now.
While the latter was thinking over what he had heard, and wishing that his friend could impart to him some of his indifference and courage, Mr.
Brent, who, with his men, had been engaged in collecting the valuables in the house, and loading them into a wagon for transportation to the fort, approached, and said to his son:
"Adam, get your rifle and ammunition, and go down to the fort and stay there until I come. Archie, you had better go with him."
Archie thought this good advice. If the Indians had really determined on making a descent into the valley--and he knew that Mr. Brent had had too much experience to be deceived in such matters--the sooner he found a place of safety the better it would be for him. He had been considerably disappointed because he had not been allowed an opportunity to a.s.sist the settlers in their fight with Don Carlos and his men, but he had never expressed a desire to take part in a battle with the Indians. He trembled at the thought; and he was almost afraid to ride through the grove with Adam. He held his rifle in readiness for instant use, and so nervous and excited was he, that it might have been dangerous for even a friendly trapper to approach him unexpectedly. He and Adam reached the fort, however, without encountering any of their enemies; and then Archie drew a long breath of relief, and began to feel more like himself.
Every one of the hundred soldiers comprising the garrison was hard at work; and so were the trappers. Some were engaged in repairing the palisades, some were covering the roofs of the buildings with earth, to prevent the savages from setting them on fire with lighted arrows, others were cleaning and loading the weapons, and every thing was done without the least noise or confusion. Not a word was spoken above a whisper; the men moved about with cautious footsteps, and a person standing at a distance of fifty yards from the fort, could not have told that there was any one stirring within its walls. One thing that surprised Archie was, that among all these men, who had fought the Indians more than once, and who knew just what their fate would be if the fort proved too weak to resist the attacks of their savage foes, there was not one who seemed to be in the least concerned. There were some pale faces among them--pale with excitement rather than fear--but their manner was quiet and confident, and Archie began to gather courage.
His first care was to look up a place of safety for his horse. The garrison being composed entirely of cavalrymen, there was plenty of stable room in the fort, and Archie soon found an empty stall, in which he tied the mustang; and after strapping his revolvers around his waist, and filling his pockets with cartridges for his rifle, he went out to look about the fortifications. He found Adam in the soldiers" quarters, sitting beside a fire, and engaged in running bullets. He kept him company for a while, but he was too uneasy and excited to remain long in one place, and finally he went out again, and resumed his wanderings about the fort. He watched the soldiers at their work, looked at the loop-holes, and tried to imagine how he should feel standing at one of them when the bullets and arrows were whistling about his ears, and the fort was surrounded by hundreds of yelling Indians thirsting for his blood, and at last he found his way out of the gate to the prairie where Frank had run the foot-race a few hours before. How lonesome the place seemed now, and what an unearthly silence brooded over it! Archie felt his courage giving away again, and aroused himself with an effort.
"I am getting to be a regular coward," said he, to himself. "If Frank were here he would be ashamed of me. I"d like to know where he is, and what he is doing. I hope he has made his camp where the Indians will not stumble upon it. There"s the Captain going back to the house. If it is safe there for him, I guess it is safe for me, too."