"Listen: Redfeather does not take the part of his white friends against his comrades. You know that he never failed you in the war-path, and he would not fail you now if your cause were just. But the eyes of his comrades are shut. Redfeather knows what they do not know. The white hunter" (pointing to Jacques) "is a friend of Redfeather. He is a friend of the Knisteneux. He did not strike because you disputed with his bourgeois; he struck because Misconna _is his mortal foe_. But the story is long. Redfeather will tell it at the council fire."
"He is right," exclaimed Jacques, who had recovered his usual grave expression of countenance; "Redfeather is right. I bear you no ill-will, Injins, and I shall explain the thing myself at your council fire."
As Jacques spoke the Indians sheathed their knives, and stood with frowning brows, as if uncertain what to do. The unexpected interference of their comrade-in-arms, coupled with his address and that of Jacques, had excited their curiosity. Perhaps the undaunted deportment of their opponents, who stood ready for the encounter with a look of stern determination, contributed a little to allay their resentment.
While the two parties stood thus confronting each other, as if uncertain how to act, a loud report was heard just outside the doorway.
In another moment Mr. Whyte fell heavily to the ground, shot through the heart.
CHAPTER XXVII.
The chase--The fight--Retribution--Low spirits and good news.
The tragical end of the consultation related in the last chapter had the effect of immediately reconciling the disputants. With the exception of four or five of the most depraved and discontented among them, the Indians bore no particular ill-will to the unfortunate princ.i.p.al of Stoney Creek; and although a good deal disappointed to find that he was a stern, unyielding trader, they had, in reality, no intention of coming to a serious rupture with him, much less of laying violent hands either upon master or men of the establishment.
When, therefore, they beheld Mr. Whyte weltering in his blood at their feet, a sacrifice to the ungovernable pa.s.sion of Misconna, who was by no means a favourite among his brethren, their temporary anger was instantly dissipated, and a feeling of deepest indignation roused in their bosoms against the miserable a.s.sa.s.sin who had perpetrated the base and cowardly murder. It was, therefore, with a yell of rage that several of the band, immediately after the victim fell, sprang into the woods in hot pursuit of him, whom they now counted their enemy. They were joined by several men belonging to the fort, who had hastened to the scene of action on hearing that the people in the hall were likely to come to blows. Redfeather was the first who had bounded like a deer into the woods in pursuit of the fugitive. Those who remained a.s.sisted Charley and his friends to convey the body of Mr. Whyte into an adjoining room, where they placed him on a bed. He was quite dead, the murderer"s aim having been terribly true.
Finding that he was past all human aid, the young men returned to the hall, which they entered just as Redfeather glided quickly through the open doorway, and, approaching the group, stood in silence beside them, with his arms folded on his breast.
"You have something to tell, Redfeather," said Jacques, in a subdued tone, after regarding him a few seconds. "Is the scoundrel caught?"
"Misconna"s foot is swift," replied the Indian, "and the wood is thick.
It is wasting time to follow him through the bushes."
"What would you advise then?" exclaimed Charley, in a hurried voice. "I see that you have some plan to propose."
"The wood is thick," answered Redfeather, "but the lake and the river are open. Let one party go by the lake, and one party by the river."
"That"s it, that"s it, Injin," interrupted Jacques, energetically; "your wits are always jumpin". By crosin" over to Duck River, we can start at a point five or six miles above the lower fall, an" as it"s thereabouts he must cross, we"ll be time enough to catch him. If he tries the lake, the other party"ll fix him there; and he"ll be soon poked up if he tries to hide in the bush."
"Come, then; we"ll all give chase at once," cried Charley, feeling a temporary relief in the prospect of energetic action from the depressing effects of the calamity that had so suddenly befallen him in the loss of his chief and friend.
Little time was needed for preparation. Jacques, Charley, and Harry proceeded by the river; while Redfeather and Hamilton, with a couple of men, launched their canoe on the lake and set off in pursuit.
Crossing the country for about a mile, Jacques led his party to the point on the Duck River to which he had previously referred. Here they found two canoes, into one of which the guide stepped with one of the men, a Canadian, who had accompanied them, while Harry and Charley embarked in the other. In a few minutes they were rapidly descending the stream.
"How do you mean to act, Jacques?" inquired Charley, as he paddled alongside of the guide"s canoe. "Is it not likely that Misconna may have crossed the river already? in which case we shall have no chance of catching him."
"Niver fear," returned Jacques. "He must have longer legs than most men if he gets to the flat-rock fall before us, an" as that"s the spot where he"ll nat"rally cross the river, being the only straight line for the hills that escapes the bend o" the bay to the south o" Stoney Creek, we"re pretty sartin to stop him there."
"True; but that being, as you say, the _natural_ route, don"t you think it likely he"ll expect that it will be guarded, and avoid it accordingly?"
"He _would_ do so, Mister Charles, if he thought we were _here_; but there are two reasons agin this. He thinks that he"s got the start o"
us, an" won"t need to double by way o" deceivin" us; and then he knows that the whole tribe is after him, and consekintly won"t take a long road when there"s a short one, if he can help it. But here"s the rock.
Look out, Mister Charles. We"ll have to run the fall, which isn"t very big just now, and then hide in the bushes at the foot of it till the blackguard shows himself. Keep well to the right an" don"t mind the big rock; the rush o" water takes you clear o" that without trouble."
With this concluding piece of advice, he pointed to the fall, which plunged over a ledge of rock about half-a-mile ahead of them, and which was distinguishable by a small column of white spray that rose out of it. As Charley beheld it his spirits rose, and forgetting for a moment the circ.u.mstances that called him there, he cried out--
"I"ll run it before you, Jacques. Hurrah! Give way, Harry!" and in spite of a remonstrance from the guide, he shot the canoe ahead, gave vent to another reckless shout, and flew, rather than glided, down the stream. On seeing this, the guide held back, so as to give him sufficient time to take the plunge ere he followed. A few strokes brought Charley"s canoe to the brink of the fall, and Harry was just in the act of raising himself in the bow to observe the position of the rocks, when a shout was heard on the bank close beside them. Looking up they beheld an Indian emerge from the forest, fit an arrow to his bow, and discharge it at them. The winged messenger was truly aimed; it whizzed through the air and transfixed Harry Somerville"s left shoulder just at the moment they swept over the fall. The arrow completely incapacitated Harry from using his arm, so that the canoe, instead of being directed into the broad current, took a sudden turn, dashed in among a ma.s.s of broken rocks, between which the water foamed with violence, and upset. Here the canoe stuck fast, while its owners stood up to their waists in the water, struggling to set it free--an object which they were the more anxious to accomplish that its stern lay directly in the spot where Jacques would infallibly descend. The next instant their fears were realised. The second canoe glided over the cataract, dashed violently against the first, and upset, leaving Jacques and his man in a similar predicament. By their aid, however, the canoes were more easily righted, and embarking quickly they shot forth again, just as the Indian, who had been obliged to make a detour in order to get within range of their position, reappeared on the banks above, and sent another shaft after them--fortunately, however, without effect.
"This is unfortunate," muttered Jacques, as the party landed and endeavoured to wring some of the water from their dripping clothes; "an" the worst of it is that our guns are useless after sich a duckin", an" the varmint knows that, an" will be down on us in a twinklin"."
"But we are four to one," exclaimed Harry. "Surely we don"t need to fear much from a single enemy."
"Humph!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the guide, as he examined the lock of his gun.
"You"ve had little to do with Injins, that"s plain, You may be sure he"s not alone, an" the reptile has a bow with arrows enough to send us all on a pretty long journey. But we"ve the trees to dodge behind. If I only had _one_ dry charge!" and the disconcerted guide gave a look, half of perplexity, half of contempt, at the dripping gun.
"Never mind," cried Charley; "we have our paddles. But I forgot, Harry, in all this confusion, that you are wounded, my poor fellow. We must have it examined before doing anything further."
"Oh, it"s nothing at all--a mere scratch, I think; at least I feel very little pain."
As he spoke the tw.a.n.g of a bow was heard, and an arrow flew past Jacques"s ear.
"Ah, so soon!" exclaimed that worthy, with a look of surprise, as if he had unexpectedly met with an old friend. Stepping behind a tree, he motioned to his friends to do likewise; an example which they followed somewhat hastily on beholding the Indian who had wounded Harry step from the cover of the underwood and deliberately let fly another arrow, which pa.s.sed through the hair of the Canadian they had brought with them.
From the several trees behind which they had leaped for shelter they now perceived that the Indian with the bow was Misconna, and that he was accompanied by eight others, who appeared, however, to be totally unarmed; having, probably, been obliged to leave their weapons behind them, owing to the abruptness of their flight. Seeing that the white men were unable to use their guns, the Indians a.s.sembled in a group, and from the hasty and violent gesticulations of some of the party, especially of Misconna, it was evident that a speedy attack was intended.
Observing this, Jacques coolly left the shelter of his tree, and going up to Charley, exclaimed, "Now, Mister Charles, I"m goin" to run away, so you"d better come along with me."
"That I certainly will not. Why, what do you mean?" inquired the other, in astonishment.
"I mean that these stupid red-skins can"t make up their minds what to do, an" as I"ve no notion o" stoppin" here all day, I want to make them do what will suit us best. You see, if they scatter through the wood and attack us on all sides, they may give us a deal o" trouble, and git away after all; whereas, if we _run away_, they"ll bolt after us in a body, and then we can take them in hand all at once, which"ll be more comfortable-like, an" easier to manage."
As Jacques spoke they were joined by Harry and the Canadian; and being observed by the Indians thus grouped together, another arrow was sent among them.
"Now, follow me," said Jacques, turning round with a loud howl and running away. He was closely followed by the others. As the guide had predicted, the Indians no sooner observed this than they rushed after them in a body, uttering horrible yells.
"Now, then; stop here; down with you."
Jacques instantly crouched behind a bush, while each of the party did the same. In a moment the savages came shouting up, supposing the white men were still running on in advance. As the foremost, a tall, muscular fellow, with the agility of a panther, bounded over the bush behind which Jacques was concealed, he was met with a blow from the guide"s fist, so powerfully delivered into the pit of his stomach that it sent him violently back into the bush, where he lay insensible. This event, of course, put a check upon the headlong pursuit of the others, who suddenly paused, like a group of infuriated tigers unexpectedly baulked of their prey. The hesitation, however, was but for a moment. Misconna, who was in advance, suddenly drew his bow again, and let fly an arrow at Jacques, which the latter dexterously avoided; and while his antagonist lowered his eyes for an instant to fit another arrow to the string, the guide, making use of his paddle as a sort of javelin, threw it with such force and precision that it struck Misconna directly between the eyes and felled him to the earth, In another instant the two parties rushed upon each other, and a general _melee_ ensued, in which the white men, being greatly superior to their adversaries in the use of their fists, soon proved themselves more than a match for them all although inferior in numbers. Charley"s first antagonist, making an abortive attempt to grapple with him, received two rapid blows, one on the chest and the other on the nose, which knocked him over the bank into the river, while his conqueror sprang upon another Indian. Harry, having unfortunately selected the biggest savage of the band as his special property, rushed upon him and dealt him a vigorous blow on the head with his paddle.
The weapon, however, was made of light wood, and, instead of felling him to the ground, broke into shivers. Springing upon each other they immediately engaged in a fierce struggle, in which poor Harry learned, when too late, that his wounded shoulder was almost powerless.
Meanwhile, the Canadian having been a.s.saulted by three Indians at once, floored one at the outset, and immediately began an impromptu war-dance round the other two, dealing them occasionally a kick or a blow, which would speedily have rendered them _hors de combat_, had they not succeeded in closing upon him, when all three fell heavily to the ground. Jacques and Charley having succeeded in overcoming their respective opponents, immediately hastened to his rescue. In the meantime, Harry and his foe had struggled to a considerable distance from the others, gradually edging towards the river"s bank. Feeling faint from his wound, the former at length sank under the weight of his powerful antagonist, who endeavoured to thrust him over a kind of cliff which they had approached. He was on the point of accomplishing his purpose, when Charley and his friends perceived Harry"s imminent danger, and rushed to the rescue. Quickly though they ran, however, it seemed likely that they would be too late. Harry"s head already overhung the bank, and the Indian was endeavouring to loosen the gripe of the young man"s hand from his throat, preparatory to tossing him over, when a wild cry rang through the forest, followed by the reports of a double-barrelled gun, fired in quick succession. Immediately after, young Hamilton bounded like a deer down the slope, seized the Indian by the legs, and tossed him over the cliff, where he turned a complete somersault in his descent, and fell with a sounding splash into the water.
"Well done, cleverly done, lad!" cried Jacques, as he and the rest of the party came up and crowded round Harry, who lay in a state of partial stupor on the bank.
At this moment Redfeather hastily but silently approached; his broad chest was heaving heavily, and his expanded nostrils quivering with the exertions he had made to reach the scene of action in time to succour his friends.
"Thank G.o.d!" said Hamilton softly, as he kneeled beside Harry and supported his head, while Charley bathed his temples--"thank G.o.d that I have been in time! Fortunately I was walking by the river considerably in advance of Redfeather, who was bringing up the canoe, when I heard the sounds of the fray, and hastened to your aid."
At this moment Harry opened his eyes, and saying faintly that he felt better, allowed himself to be raised to a sitting posture, while his coat was removed and his wound examined. It was found to be a deep flesh-wound in the shoulder, from which a fragment of the broken arrow still protruded.
"It"s a wonder to me, Mr. Harry, how ye held on to that big thief so long," muttered Jacques, as he drew out the splinter and bandaged up the shoulder. Having completed the surgical operation after a rough fashion, they collected the defeated Indians. Those of them that were able to walk were bound together by the wrists and marched off to the fort, under a guard which was strengthened by the arrival of several of the fur-traders, who had been in pursuit of the fugitives, and were attracted to the spot by the shouts of the combatants. Harry, and such of the party as were more or less severely injured, were placed in canoes and conveyed to Stoney Creek by the lake, into which Duck River runs at the distance of about half-a-mile from the spot on which the skirmish had taken place. Misconna was among the latter.
On arriving at Stoney Creek, the canoe party found a large a.s.semblage of the natives awaiting them on the wharf, and no sooner did Misconna land than they advanced to seize him.