"My father knows," continued Big Otter, "that when the pale-face chief went and brought Waboose back to Fort Wichikagan, Attick was staying there in his wigwam by the lake. The big chief of the pale-faces, who fears nothing, had forgiven him. Attick went to Waboose, and offered to take her to his wigwam; but the daughter of Weeum the Good turned away from him. Attick is proud, and he is fierce. He told Waboose that he would kill all the pale-faces. Although a fool, he does not boast.
Waboose knew that he was in earnest. She went to the pale-face Muxbee (by which name Big Otter styled my humble self), and told him all, for she has set her heart on Muxbee."
"Did she tell you so?" asked Muskrat, sharply.
"No; but the blue eyes of Waboose tell tales. They are like a kettle with holes in the bottom--they cannot hold secrets. They spoke to Attick as well as to me, and he became jealous. He swore he would take the scalp of Muxbee. One day, soon after the lake opened, Muxbee asked Waboose to go with him in a canoe to the valley at the head of lake Wichikagan. Attick followed in another canoe, but kept far behind.
They did not know it was Attick. Waboose found it out afterwards.
Muxbee did not talk to Waboose of love. The ways of the pale-faces are strange. Once I thought that Muxbee liked Waboose, and that, perhaps, he might wed with her, and stay with us as the Good Weeum did, but I doubt it now. He only asked her to take him to the stunted pine where her father was so fond of going with her. When there he went looking here and there about the rocks, and found a splendid thing--I know not what--but Waboose told me it shone and sparkled like the stars. Beside it was a bag of the yellow round things that the pale-faces love so much. He told her he had expected to find these things, but she must not ask him questions just then--he would tell her afterwards. I suppose he is a great medicine-man, and holds intercourse with the spirit-world." Big Otter paused thoughtfully a few seconds, and then continued:--
"When he was putting these things in his breast, Waboose caught sight of Attick among the bushes, and pointed him out. Muxbee sprang up and levelled his gun with the two pipes at him, but did not fire. Attick fled and they saw him no more."
"Did Waboose tell Big Otter all this?" asked the old chief.
"Yes. Waboose has no secrets from her mother"s brother."
"And why has Big Otter left the pale-faces, and brought Waboose away from them?" asked Muskrat.
"Because he fears for the pale-faces, that Attick will kill them and carry off Waboose. By bringing Waboose here with us we draw Attick along with us away from the pale-faces, and as long as Waboose is in our camp she is safe. Attick dare not harm her."
A gleam of intelligence lit up the swarthy features of the old chief as he said "Waugh!" with much satisfaction.
But both he and Big Otter were wrong in their calculations. So far, indeed, the latter was right. The presence of Waboose in the camp effectually drew Attick after them, and thus removed danger from the inhabitants of Fort Wichikagan, but they were wrong when they thought their camp a place of safety for the poor girl.
"Did Muxbee not care when Big Otter carried Waboose away?" asked the old man.
"He did not know she was going, and I did not tell her she was not to return. I took her away with her mother when Muxbee was out hunting. I told the big pale-face chief that I must go with my tribe to hunt the buffalo in the south, and that they must go with me. He was very unwilling to let them go at first but I was resolved, and Waboose is a good obedient girl."
That night two events occurred in the redskin camp which caused a good deal of surprise and commotion.
The first was the sudden disappearance of Waboose and her mother. They had been gone some time, of course, before any one thought of suspecting flight. The moment that suspicion was aroused, however, Big Otter went straight to the wigwam of Attick. It was deserted! He knew well the bad and weak men of the tribe who were led or swayed by Attick.
Hurrying to their tents he found that these also had fled. This was enough.
"Masqua," he said to the first Indian he chanced to meet at the moment of quitting the last wigwam, "Attick has carried off Waboose. a.s.semble some of the young men. Choose only the strong, and those whose horses are swift. Go yourself with your son Mozwa--gallop round the camp till you find in which direction they have gone--then return to me at the council tent and wait."
Masqua understood the value of prompt obedience. Without a word of reply he turned and bounded away.
Big Otter hurried to the council tent, where old Muskrat was already surrounded by his chiefs. There was less than usual of the grave deliberation of North American Indians in that meeting, for the case was urgent. Nevertheless, there was no bustle, for each bronzed warrior knew that the young men would require a little time to hunt up the trail of the fugitives, mingled as it must be with the innumerable footprints of man and beast in the neighbourhood of a camp; and, until that trail was found, they might as well deliberate calmly--especially as all the men met at the council armed, and ready to vault on the steeds which were already pawing the earth outside. These horses were restrained by youths who longed for the time when they too might be styled braves, and meet in council.
"Is all prepared?" asked the old chief, as Big Otter entered the tent.
"The young men are out," was the curt reply.
"Good. The night is dark, but my warriors have sharp eyes, and the moon will rise soon. No effort must be spared. The daughter of Weeum the Good must be brought back. It is not necessary to bring back Attick or his men. Their scalps will do as well."
"Waugh!" p.r.o.nounced with much emphasis showed that the old man"s words were not only understood, but thoroughly appreciated.
At this moment occurred the second event which I have said was the cause of surprise in the camp that night, if not of commotion. While the old chief was yet speaking, his words were checked by the sound of horses"
hoofs beating heavily on the prairie.
"The young men," said Muskrat; "they have been swift to find the trail."
"Young men in haste bringing news do not trot," said Big Otter.
"Waugh!" a.s.sented the council.
"There are but two riders," murmured the chief, listening intently to the pattering sounds, which rapidly grew louder.
He was right, for, a few seconds later, two hors.e.m.e.n were seen to trot into the camp, and make straight for the council fire. Some of the Indians had turned out with arms ready as they approached, but on hearing a word or two from one of the riders, they quietly let them pa.s.s.
Pulling up sharply, one of the strangers leaped to the ground, flung his reins to the other, and entered the council tent where he was received with looks of surprise, and with the e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n from Big Otter of the single word "Muxbee!"
Yes, good reader, that stranger was none other than myself, and my companion was Salamander. To account for our sudden appearance I must explain.
On returning to Fort Wichikagan four days after Big Otter had left, and hearing what had occurred, I told Lumley I would follow in pursuit and fetch Waboose back. He remonstrated, of course, but in vain.
"You know that a sacred trust has been imposed upon me," said I, earnestly, "and I have resolved to fulfil it. The manner in which I should set about it has perplexed me sorely, I confess, but this sudden departure relieves me, at all events, from uncertainty as to my present course of duty. If Waboose goes off with the tribe to no one knows where, she may never be found again. You are aware that she is still ignorant of the contents of the packet, and the value of the found treasure. I have kept her so, temporarily, by your advice. If I had told her and her kindred, she would not probably have gone away, but it is too late to regret that, now. By going off at once I may overtake the tribe. Three days" journey on foot will bring me to Indians who are rich in horses. Once well mounted I can push on, and will easily overtake them if you will lend me Salamander to aid in following up the trail."
"But what of the service?" asked Lumley, with a sad smile, for he saw I was resolved. "You are not yet free."
"True, but you know that Spooner is already on his way here to replace me, my resignation having been accepted. In a week, or two at farthest, he will arrive, when I shall be absolutely free to go where I please.
Meanwhile, to prevent even a shadow of impropriety, I ask your majesty for a fortnight"s leave of absence to go a-hunting. Surely you won"t refuse so small a favour? I will be sure to find Waboose, and bring her back by that time."
"Well, Max, my boy, I won"t refuse. Go, and G.o.d go with you. I shall expect to see you again in two weeks, if not sooner."
"Unless, of course, circ.u.mstances render my return so soon impossible."
"Of course, of course," said Lumley.
Thus we parted, and thus it was that Salamander and I found ourselves at last in the Indian camp. The pursuit, however, had been much longer than I had expected. More than the stipulated fortnight had already pa.s.sed.
But to return from this digression. After we had looked at each other silently for a few seconds in the council tent, as already described, I advanced to Big Otter and held out my hand. I then shook hands with the old chief, sat down beside him, and expressed a hope that I did not intrude.
"We palaver about the disappearance of Waboose," said the old chief.
"Disappearance! Waboose!" I exclaimed, turning abruptly to Big Otter.
"Attick has fled," said the Indian, sternly, "carrying Waboose and her mother along with him."
"And you sit here idly talking," I exclaimed, almost fiercely, as I sprang up.
Before I could take action of any kind, the young Indian, Mozwa, entered the tent abruptly, and said a few words to Muskrat. At the same moment the councillors rose.
"We go in pursuit," whispered Big Otter in my ear. "Mount, and join us."
Almost bewildered, but feeling perfect confidence in my Indian friend, I ran out, and vaulted into the saddle. Eager and quick though I was, the redskins were mounted as soon as myself. No one seemed to give orders, but with one accord they put their horses to the gallop, and swept out of the camp. The last words of the old chief as we darted off, were--
"Bring her back, my braves, and don"t forget the scalps of Attick and his men!"