Lieutenant Flowers and two of the pa.s.sengers were wounded, but Will could not repress a smile at the excited a.s.surance of one of his fares that they (the pa.s.sengers) had "killed one Indian and driven the rest back." The stock-tenders smiled also, but said nothing. It would have been too bad to spoil such a good story.
The gravest fears for the safety of the coach had been expressed when it was known that the reds were on the war-path; it was not thought possible that it could get through unharmed, and troops were sent out to scour the country. These, while too late to render service in the adventure just related, did good work during the remainder of the winter. The Indians were thoroughly subdued, and Will saw no more of them.
There was no other adventure of special note until February. Just before Will started on his run, Trotter took him to one side and advised him that a small fortune was going by the coach that day, and extra vigilance was urged, as the existence of the treasure might have become known.
"I"ll do the best I can," said Will; and he had scarcely driven away when he suspected the two ill-favored pa.s.sengers he carried. The sudden calling away of the conductor, whereby he was left alone, was a suspicious circ.u.mstance. He properly decided that it would be wiser for him to hold up his pa.s.sengers than to let them hold up him, and he proceeded to take time by the forelock. He stopped the coach, jumped down, and examined the harness as if something was wrong; then he stepped to the coach door and asked his pa.s.sengers to hand him a rope that was inside. As they complied, they looked into the barrels of two c.o.c.ked revolvers.
"Hands up!" said Will.
"What"s the matter with you?" demanded one of the pair, as their arms were raised.
"Thought I"d come in first--that"s all," was the answer.
The other was not without appreciation of humor.
"You"re a cute one, youngster," said he, "but you"ll find more"n your match down the road, or I miss my guess."
"I"ll look after that when I get to it," said Will. "Will you oblige me by tying your friend"s hands? Thank you. Now throw out your guns. That all? All right. Let me see your hands."
When both outlaws had been securely trussed up and proven to be disarmed, the journey was resumed. The remark dropped by one of the pair was evidence that they were part of the gang. He must reach the relay station before the attack. If he could do that, he had a plan for farther on.
The relay station was not far away, and was safely reached. The prisoners were turned over to the stock-tenders, and then Will disposed of the treasure against future molestation. He cut open one of the cushions of the coach, taking out part of the filling, and in the cavity thus made stored everything of value, including his own watch and pocketbook; then the filling was replaced and the hole smoothed to a natural appearance.
If there were more in the gang, he looked for them at the ford where the Indians had sought to cut him off, and he was not disappointed. As he drew near the growth of willows that bordered the road, half a dozen men with menacing rifles stepped out.
"Halt, or you"re a dead man!" was the conventional salutation, in this case graciously received.
"Well, what do you want?" asked Will.
"The boodle you carry. Fork it over!"
"Gentlemen," said Will, smiling, "this is a case where it takes a thief to catch a thief."
"What"s that?" cried one of the outlaws, his feelings outraged by the frank description.
"Not that I"m the thief," continued Will, "but your pals were one too many for you this time."
"Did they rob you?" howled the gang in chorus, shocked by such depravity on the part of their comrades.
"If there"s anything left in the coach worth having, don"t hesitate to take it," offered Will, pleasantly.
"Where"s your strong-box?" demanded the outlaws, loath to believe there was no honor among thieves.
Will drew it forth and exposed its melancholy emptiness. The profanity that ensued was positively shocking.
"Where did they hold you up?" demanded the leader of the gang.
"Eight or nine miles back. You"ll find some straw in the road. You can have that, too."
"Were there horses to meet them?"
"On foot the last I saw them."
"Then we can catch "em, boys," shouted the leader, hope upspringing in his breast. "Come, let"s be off!"
They started for the willows on the jump, and presently returned, spurring their horses.
"Give them my regards!" shouted Will. But only the thud! thud! of horsehoofs answered him. Retribution was sweeping like a hawk upon its prey.
Will pushed along to the end of his run, and handed over his trust undisturbed. Fearing that his ruse might have been discovered, he put the "extra vigilance" urged by Trotter into the return trip, but the trail was deserted. He picked up the prisoners at the relay station and carried them to Fort Kearny. If their companions were to discover the sorry trick played upon them, they would have demanded his life as a sacrifice.
At the end of this exciting trip he found a letter from Miss Frederici awaiting him. She urged him to give up the wild life he was leading, return East, and find another calling. This was precisely what Will himself had in mind, and persuasion was not needed. In his reply he asked that the wedding-day be set, and then he handed Trotter his resignation from the lofty perch of a stage-driver.
"I don"t like to let you go," objected Trotter.
"But," said Will, "I took the job only in order to save enough money to get married on."
"In that case," said Trotter, "I have nothing to do but wish you joy."
CHAPTER XV. -- WILL AS A BENEDICT.
WHEN Will reached home, he found another letter from Miss Frederici, who, agreeably to his request, had fixed the wedding-day, March 6, 1866.
The wedding ceremony was quietly performed at the home of the bride, and the large number of friends that witnessed it united in declaring that no handsomer couple ever bowed for Hymen"s benediction.
The bridal journey was a trip to Leavenworth on a Missouri steamer. At that time there was much travel by these boats, and their equipment was first-cla.s.s. They were sumptuously fitted out, the table was excellent, and except when sectional animosities disturbed the serenity of their decks, a trip on one of them was a very pleasant excursion.
The young benedict soon discovered, however, that in war times the "trail of the serpent" is liable to be over all things; even a wedding journey is not exempt from the baneful influence of sectional animosity.
A party of excursionists on board the steamer manifested so extreme an interest in the bridal couple that Louise retired to a stateroom to escape their rudeness. After her withdrawal, Will entered into conversation with a gentleman from Indiana, who had been very polite to him, and asked him if he knew the reason for the insolence of the excursion party. The gentleman hesitated a moment, and then answered:
"To tell the truth, Mr. Cody, these men are Missourians, and say they recognize you as one of Jennison"s Jayhawkers; that you were an enemy of the South, and are, therefore, an enemy of theirs."
Will answered, steadily: "I was a soldier during the war, and a scout in the Union army, but I had some experience of Southern chivalry before that time." And he related to the Indianian some of the incidents of the early Kansas border warfare, in which he and his father had played so prominent a part.
The next day the insolent behavior was continued. Will was much inclined to resent it, but his wife pleaded so earnestly with him to take no notice of it that he ignored it.
In the afternoon, when the boat landed at a lonely spot to wood up, the Missourians seemed greatly excited, and all gathered on the guards and anxiously scanned the riverbank.
The roustabouts were just about to make the boat fast, when a party of armed hors.e.m.e.n dashed out of the woods and galloped toward the landing.
The captain thought the boat was to be attacked, and hastily gave orders to back out, calling the crew on board at the same time. These orders the negroes lost no time in obeying, as they often suffered severely at the hands of these reckless marauders. The leader of the hors.e.m.e.n rode rapidly up, firing at random. As he neared the steamer he called out, "Where is that Kansas Jayhawker? We have come for him." The other men caught sight of Will, and one of them cried, "We know you, Bill Cody."
But they were too late. Already the steamer was backing away from the sh.o.r.e, dragging her gang-plank through the water; the negro roustabouts were too much terrified to pull it in. When the attacking party saw their plans were frustrated, and that they were balked of their prey, they gave vent to their disappointment in yells of rage. A random volley was fired at the retreating steamer, but it soon got out of range, and continued on its way up the river.
Will had prepared himself for the worst; he stood, revolver in hand, at the head of the steps, ready to dispute the way with his foes.
There was also a party of old soldiers on board, six or eight in number; they were dressed in civilians" garb, and Will knew nothing of them; but when they heard of their comrade"s predicament, they hastily prepared to back up the young scout. Happily the danger was averted, and their services were not called into requisition. The remainder of the trip was made without unpleasant incident.
It was afterward learned that as soon as the Missourians became aware of the presence of the Union scout on board, they telegraphed ahead to the James and Younger brothers that Will was aboard the boat, and asked to have a party meet it at this secluded landing, and capture and carry off the young soldier. Will feared that Louise might be somewhat disheartened by such an occurrence on the bridal trip, but the welcome accorded the young couple on their arrival at Leavenworth was flattering enough to make amends for all unpleasant incidents. The young wife found that her husband numbered his friends by the score in his own home; and in the grand reception tendered them he was the lion of the hour.