Archie shouldered his rifle, and hurried off in the direction the Captain had gone. He pa.s.sed through the grove in safety, and when he reached the house he found that Mr. Brent and his men were still engaged in collecting all the movable property, and hauling it to the fort. The former knew that all his stock, barns, and crops would be destroyed, and it was his desire to save as much of his household furniture as possible.
Archie leaned his rifle in one corner, and worked with the rest until the wagon was loaded, and then sat down on the porch to await its return from the fort. He wished he had gone with it before many minutes had pa.s.sed over his head, for scarcely had the wagon disappeared when he heard a stealthy step behind him, and, upon looking up, he saw three trappers standing close at his elbow. Although he was startled by their sudden appearance, he was not alarmed, for he thought that he recognized them as some of the men belonging to Captain Porter"s expedition; but a second glance showed him that they were strangers. He sprang to his feet, and, boldly confronting the men, waited for them to make known their business. They looked at him closely for a moment, and then one of them said to his companions:
"That"s him, aint it?"
"I reckon it is," replied another. "Now, my cub, no screechin" or fussin". If you make the least noise, you"re a goner."
Archie did not hear all this warning, for, while the trapper was speaking, he had seized the boy in an iron grasp, and pressed a brawny hand over his mouth to stifle his cries for help; another tore his revolvers from his waist; the third caught up his feet and held them firmly under his arm; and, before Archie could fairly make up his mind what was going on, he was being carried rapidly across the valley toward the mountains. Astonished and enraged, he struggled furiously for a time, but all to no purpose; he was held as firmly as if he had been in a vice; and, exhausted at last by his efforts, he lay quietly in the grasp of his captors, wondering at this new adventure, and trying in vain to find some explanation for it. He was not kept long in ignorance, however, for in a few minutes the trappers had carried him across the valley, through the willows that skirted the base of the mountains, and into a deep, thickly-wooded ravine, and set him down in front of a camp-fire, before which stood a tall, fierce-looking man leaning on his rifle.
Archie was so bewildered that, for a minute or two, he could not have told whether he was awake or dreaming. He swallowed a few times to overcome the effect of the choking he had received, rubbed his eyes, and looked about him; and all the while the tall trapper stood regarding him, with a savage smile on his face, while his three companions seated themselves beside the fire, and coolly proceeded to fill their pipes.
"It"s him, aint it, Bill?" asked one, at length.
"Yes," replied the person addressed, still looking fixedly at his prisoner, and evidently enjoying his bewilderment, "it"s him. Seems to me you might have a good word to say to your uncle, seein" it"s so long since we"ve met one another."
"My uncle!" exclaimed Archie, now for the first time recovering the use of his tongue.
"Sartin. You aint agoin" to deny it? You aint agoin" back on me, are you? I"ve been through a heap since I seed you last--I"ve been chawed up by bars an" catamounts, an" been shot at by Injuns an" white fellers, an" mebbe I"ve changed a leetle. I never did brag much on my good looks, but I"m your uncle, fur all that."
"You!" almost shouted Archie, gazing in amazement at the trapper"s dark, scarred face; "you my uncle! Not if I know who I am, and I think I do.
Do you take me for a lunatic, or are you crazy yourself?"
"Nary one, I reckon. I take you fur my nephew--Adam Brent--an" I know what I"m sayin"."
"Well, if Adam has such a looking uncle as you are, I am sorry for him.
You"ve made a great mistake. My name is Winters, if it will do you any good to know it."
"No, I reckon not," replied the trapper, who seemed to be greatly pleased at his prisoner"s pluck and independence. "I reckon you"re Adam Brent."
"I guess I ought to know what my name is, hadn"t I?" exclaimed Archie, angrily. "Who are you, anyhow, and what business have you to take me away from my friends?"
"I"m your uncle--Bill Brent--Black Bill fur short; an" as fur the business I have in takin" you prisoner, it"s the business every man"s got to right the wrongs that"s been done him. That"s what"s the matter."
Archie very deliberately seated himself upon the ground, rested his chin on his hands, and looked up at the outlaw. "I know you now," said he, "and I have no desire for a more intimate acquaintance. Do you remember that, one night, in the latter part of June, a fellow about my age walked into your camp, and you and your cowardly companions robbed him of his horse?"
"I"ll allow I haint forgot it," replied the outlaw.
"Well, that fellow was my cousin. He and I were on our way to California, with d.i.c.k Lewis and Bob Kelly, and an uncle, who looks about as much like you as you look like a white man. You"ve got the wrong buck by the horn, if you take me for Adam Brent. He is at the fort, and among friends, where he is safe. I left him there not more than an hour ago."
"Now jest look a-here, Adam," said Black Bill; "that story won"t go down--not by no means. If I hadn"t never seed you afore, it might do you some good to talk to me in that fashion; but I know you as well as I know any of my mates here. I"ve got you now, an" I"m goin" to hold fast to you."
"But what do you intend to do with me?" asked Archie.
"I"m goin" to do jest what I told your father I should do when I got my hands on you: I"m goin" to make you jest sich a man as I am."
"You"ll have a good time of it, and you can"t do it. It is my intention to be of some use in the world, and I"d like to see you or any body else drag me down as low as you are. But I tell you that I am not Adam Brent, and neither am I any relative of his."
"Hold your hosses. I know jest what I am about, an" all your talkin" an"
fussin" won"t do you no "arthly good whatsomever; so you might jest as well shut up. I"m goin" to make a renegade of you. Arter you have been with me a few years, you"ll larn to hate white folks as bad as I do, an"
will fight "em like any Injun, I told your father that I would make him sorry for all he"s done agin me, an" I"m goin" to keep my word. Jack, jest tie his hands behind his back, an" then we"ll trot along. I"ve spent the most of my time, durin" the last ten years, hangin" around this yere valley, watchin" fur a chance to get hold of you," continued the outlaw, while his companion was confining Archie"s arms with a thong of buckskin, "but the ole man tuk mighty good care to keep you out of my sight. The fust time I sot eyes on you, since you was six years old, was to-day, at the fort, when them fellers run that race; but I knowed you in a minute. I"ve got you now, an" the next time your father sees you, you will be like me--half Injun an" half trapper, an" an enemy of your own race."
Archie had learned something during this interview with the outlaw, and now thought he could understand why Mr. Brent had been so careful never to allow Adam far out of his sight. In years gone by--perhaps when they were young men together--he had done something to incur the displeasure of this unnatural brother, who had resolved to be revenged upon him by dragging his son down as low as he was himself. But the outlaw"s plans were not working as smoothly as he imagined. He had made a mistake in the boy; and Adam, of whom he had been trying to make a prisoner for ten years, was still safe under the protection of his father.
"He is barking up the wrong tree, if he only knew it," said Archie to himself; "but I don"t think I shall trouble myself to tell him so again.
The way he eyed me the last time I told him I wasn"t Adam Brent, makes me think that it wouldn"t take a great deal to induce him to use his bowie on me; and that would be disagreeable. Never mind; I am not afraid that I shall long remain a prisoner, while d.i.c.k and Bob are alive."
When Archie"s arms had been securely bound, two of the outlaws started down the ravine in Indian file, and the others, one of whom was Black Bill, seized their captive by the shoulders, and a.s.sisted him over logs and through the bushes in a way that would have called forth from him a stubborn resistance, if his arms had been free. The trappers seemed to be in great haste; and whenever Archie stumbled in the darkness and pitched forward, they did not stop, but hurried on as fast as ever, leaving him to regain his feet if he could, or be dragged along the ground behind them. He wondered if this was a fair sample of the treatment he was to receive as long as he remained in the hands of the outlaws. It did not seem to him that he could endure it long, but he did endure it until ten miles had been accomplished, and then, to his intense amazement and alarm, he suddenly found himself on the outskirts of an Indian village. His captors kept straight ahead with him, until they arrived at the council ground, and there they left him to take care of himself, and went forward to join the circle of chiefs seated around the fire.
CHAPTER VI.
THE MEDICINE-MAN.
"You keerless feller! You"re here arter all, haint you?"
Archie looked up, and for the first time discovered that he had a companion in trouble. It was d.i.c.k Lewis, who was standing bound to a post by a band of hickory bark, which was drawn tight about his breast and arms. It is hard to tell which was the more astonished, the trapper or Archie. Numerous questions were asked and answered on both sides, and when Archie told of the mistake the outlaws had made, and how he came to be taken prisoner, d.i.c.k drew a long breath of relief.
"I"ll allow that it makes me feel a heap easier to know that you aint in no danger of bein" ma.s.sacreed," said he. "This is a leetle the wust sc.r.a.pe I ever seed you in yet; but as long as me an" old Bob are alive, you won"t want fur friends to help you. Do you see that feller standin"
over thar?"
Archie looked in the direction in which the trapper nodded his head, and was almost ready to drop with astonishment when he saw his cousin standing beside the chief"s wigwam, bound and helpless like himself. He knew now why Frank had not returned to the valley.
"How came he here?" asked Archie.
"Go over thar an" talk to him, an" he"ll tell you all about it," replied the trapper. "I want plenty of elbow room around here, "cause when I get ready I"m goin" to leave, an" any thing that stands in my way will most likely get hurt. You"ll hear something break purty soon, an" when I get started, jest keep your eye on me if you want to see runnin" as is runnin"."
Archie, judging from this that d.i.c.k did not want him there, walked slowly toward the place where his cousin was standing. As he pa.s.sed the post he took a hasty glance at his friend"s bonds, and wondered how he intended to escape from them. If he could break that piece of bark, he must be possessed of the power of a dozen men, for it was strong enough to hold an ox-team. But then d.i.c.k"s strength was something wonderful, and there was no knowing what he might do in an emergency like this.
The cousins did not spend much time in talking over their adventures, for they were too deeply interested in what was going on around them.
The commotion occasioned by the arrival of the outlaws had subsided, and the chiefs were ready to proceed with their business. The aged warrior again lighted the pipe of peace, which was pa.s.sed around the circle, each chief taking two or three puffs and handing it to his neighbor. The most profound silence was maintained in the village during this ceremony, which occupied several minutes; and while it was going on, the attention of the boys was attracted by a curious-looking object which suddenly made its appearance before them. They could not tell what it was, either by its size, shape, or movements. Sometimes it went on all fours, and then it looked like a bear with a crane"s head; then it threw itself flat on the ground, and waddled along like an alligator, turning its queer looking head and sharp bill about as if seeking something to devour; and when it reached the edge of the council-ground, it took the form of a ball, and rolled along, as swiftly as if it had been sent from a boy"s bat, until it reached the fire, when it stopped, and with a loud yell jumped to its feet and straightened out. Then the boys saw that it was an Indian, dressed in a most fantastic costume, and that he carried a tomahawk in one hand and a knife in the other.
"Oh, it"s the medicine-man," said Frank.
"Well, he"s a delightful looking fellow," observed Archie. "How would you like to have him prowling about your bed if you were sick? What is he going to do, I wonder?"
[Ill.u.s.tration: THE MEDICINE MAN AND d.i.c.k LEWIS.]
The boys were not kept long in doubt on this point, for the medicine-man had evidently come there on business of his own, and was not disposed to waste any time. He first began tramping in a circle about the place where the chiefs were sitting, and then the cousins saw that he carried the burden of many years on his shoulders, for he walked with tottering steps, and form half bent. But he seemed to have plenty of energy left in his old body, for he stamped the ground furiously as he moved along, causing the rattles which he wore around his legs to ring out musically, and expended a good deal of strength in flourishing his knife and tomahawk. Wondering eyes followed all his movements, broad-shouldered warriors stepped respectfully aside to let him pa.s.s, but he did not appear to notice any thing or any body. He moved with his eyes fastened upon the ground, and all the while singing a low, monotonous song. He made the circuit of the council-ground at least twenty times, without once looking up or changing his att.i.tude, and the boys began to wonder what object he could have in view in tramping about that way; when suddenly, as he was pa.s.sing the trapper, he raised his hatchet, and with one swift blow buried its bright blade in the post, almost to the handle and within an inch of d.i.c.k"s head, and left it there, while he continued on his walk around the council-ground.
An exclamation of horror burst from both the boys as they witnessed this act of the medicine-man. They thought, when they saw the tomahawk descending, that they had seen the trapper alive for the last time; but he was still erect and unharmed, although the tomahawk had pa.s.sed so close to his head that a lock of his hair was buried with it in the post. A less practiced hand than the medicine-man"s would have driven the weapon into d.i.c.k"s brain.
"Oh, don"t I wish I was free, and had my breech-loader in my hands!"
exclaimed Archie, who was so nearly beside himself with rage and alarm that he could scarcely speak plainly. "There would be one doctor less in this tribe. I"d up-end that old rascal so quick that he wouldn"t know what hurt him."
Frank did not say any thing, but his compressed lips and flashing eyes spoke volumes.