"Well, well, Muster Okematan, it iss your own business; you will know best yourself. I will see to stowin" away my supper--whatever."
By the time supper was over, the moon had descended into a bank of black clouds on the horizon, and profound darkness brooded over land and water. It was a night such as an attacking party would hail as being most suitable for its work, and of course was proportionately unsuitable for the attacked. The Indian chief displayed no more concern about it than if nothing unusual were pending. After supper, however, he directed that the canoes should be launched and loaded. At the same time he gathered together as much wood as he could, and heaped it on the fire.
"You seem determined to give them plenty of light to do their work,"
remarked Davidson.
"They will wait till our fire burns low," said the chief. "By that time they will think we are asleep. A sleeping foe is not dangerous. They will come--slowly; step by step; with wide eyes glancing from side to side, and no noise, sly as foxes; timid as squaws! But by that time we will be far on our way back to Red River!"
"Ay--if we do not meet them comin" to attack us," said Fergus.
"And how shall we proceed!" asked Dan.
"As we came," answered the chief. "Okematan, with the two boys, will lead. Dan-ell an" Fergus will follow. Come."
Led by their guide, the party pa.s.sed out of the firelight into the dense thicket by which the spot was encompa.s.sed almost completely, so that the only visible sign of the encampment from outside was the forks of flame and sparks which rose high above the bushes.
On reaching the sh.o.r.e they found the two boys holding the canoes, close to the land. So intense was the darkness that they could not see the boys or canoes at all till close beside them. Without uttering a word, or making a sound with their moccasined feet, they stepped into the canoes, pushed gently off and glided, ghost-like, into the vast obscurity.
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE.
A MIDNIGHT CHASE, AND DAN IN EXTREMITY.
For some time they advanced in absolute silence, dipping their paddles so as to make no noise whatever; Dan following as close as possible in the wake of the chief, for it was one of those nights which people describe as being so dark that one cannot see one"s hand before one"s face.
On reaching the lower end of the lake-like expansion where the river narrowed suddenly and the stream began to be felt, it was discovered that the enemy was in advance of them--that, antic.i.p.ating some such attempt at escape, they had stationed an ambush at the narrows to cut off their retreat.
Archie was naturally the first to make this discovery, being in the bow of the canoe. He heard no sound, but suddenly there loomed out of the darkness another canoe close to them--so close that they were on the point of running into it when the sharp-witted boy saw it, and, with an adroit turn of his paddle prevented a collision. Then he ceased to paddle, and held his breath. Not knowing what to do next he wisely did nothing, but left matters to Oke and fate!
As they pa.s.sed, the steersman in the strange canoe uttered something in a low tone. Evidently he mistook them for his friends.
"Sh!" was Okematan"s prompt reply--or the Indian equivalent for that caution.
They glided silently and slowly past, but the suspicion of the strange Indian had obviously been aroused, for the paddles of his canoe were heard to gurgle powerfully. Hearing this, Okematan made a stroke that sent his canoe ahead like an arrow, and Archie, who appreciated the situation, seconded the movement.
"Stop!" exclaimed the strange Indian, in the Saulteaux tongue, but the Cree chief did not feel the duty of obedience strongly upon him just then. On the contrary, he put forth all his strength, but quietly, for he remembered that Dan Davidson was behind.
As there was now no need for concealment, the pursuer uttered a shrill war-whoop which was immediately answered and repeated until the woods rang with the fiendish sound, while half-a-dozen canoes dashed out from the banks on either side, and sought to bar the river.
"Now, Arch-ee," said the Cree chief in a low voice, "paddle for your life and be a man!"
"I"ll be two men, if you like, Oke," answered the boy, whose courage was of that type which experiences something almost like desperate glee in the presence of imminent danger.
The canoe, obedient to the double impulse and the power of the current, was soon out of hearing of the pursuers.
"O! if I only had a paddle I might help you," said Little Bill eagerly.
"Yes, an" bu"st your biler, or explode your lungs, or something o" that sort," said his brother. "No, no, Little Bill; you sit there like a lord or an admiral, an" leave men like Oke an" me to do all the dirty work."
While he spoke thus flippantly it is but justice to say that Archie was never more anxiously in earnest in his life, and that he strained at his paddle with a degree of energy that made him, perhaps, more than equal to many an average man. So that the canoe forged well ahead of the pursuers and finally got to a part of the river where three islets divided it into several channels, rendering further pursuit in the dark useless if not impossible.
Their comrades, however, were not so fortunate. Left behind by the sudden spurt of his leader, Davidson and his companion exerted themselves to overtake him, but the canoes of the enemy, which were just too late to cut off the retreat of Okematan, were in time to intercept the second canoe. In this emergency Dan swerved aside, hoping to get to the bank before the Saulteaux could discover his exact whereabouts. His intentions were thwarted by the want of caution in his companion.
"Iss it to the land ye are going?" asked Fergus.
"Yes--it"s our only chance," whispered Dan.
"It iss my opeenion--" murmured the Highlander.
"Hush!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Dan.
But the caution came too late. A listening Red-skin overheard the sounds, and, with a sudden dash was alongside of them. He did not, however, know the vigour of the men with whom he had to deal. While he was in the very midst of a triumphant war-whoop, Dan cut him over the head with the paddle so violently that the instrument became splinters, and the whoop ceased abruptly. At the same time Fergus caught hold of the bow of the enemy"s canoe with an iron grasp, and, giving it a heave that might have put Samson to shame, fairly overturned it.
"Ye can wet your whustle now--whatever," he muttered.
As he spoke, the canoe ran with extreme violence against the invisible bank. At the same moment a random volley was fired from the canoes in rear. Fear lest they should wound or kill a comrade probably caused them to send the whizzing bullets rather high, but for one instant the flame revealed the position of the fugitives, and those who had reserved their fire took better aim.
"Take to the bush, Fergus!" cried Dan, as he grasped his gun and leaped into the shallow water.
The Highlander stooped to lay hold of his weapon, which lay in the bow of the canoe, just as another volley was fired. The act was the means of saving his life, for at least half-a-dozen bullets whizzed close over his head. Before he could recover himself a strong hand grasped his neck and flung him backwards. Probably a desperate hand-to-hand fight would have ensued, for Fergus McKay had much of the bone, muscle, and sinew, that is characteristic of his race, but a blow from an unseen weapon stunned him, and when his senses returned he found himself bound hand and foot lying in the bottom of a canoe. He could tell from its motion, that it was descending the river.
Meanwhile Dan Davidson, under the impression that his comrade was also seeking safety in the bush, did his best to advance in circ.u.mstances of which he had never yet had experience, for, if the night was dark on the open bosom of the river, it presented the blackness of Erebus in the forest. Dan literally could not see an inch in advance of his own nose.
If he held up his hand before his face it was absolutely invisible.
In the haste of the first rush he had crashed through a ma.s.s of small shrubbery with which the bank of the stream was lined. Then on pa.s.sing through that he tumbled head over heels into a hollow, and narrowly missed breaking his gun. Beyond that he was arrested by a tree with such violence that he fell and lay for a minute or two, half-stunned.
While lying thus, experience began to teach him, and common sense to have fair-play.
"A little more of this," he thought, "and I"m a dead man. Besides, if it is difficult for me to traverse the forest in the dark, it is equally difficult for the savages. My plan is to feel my way step by step, with caution. That will be the quietest way, too, as well as the quickest.
You"re an excited fool, Dan!"
When a man begins to think, and call himself a fool, there is some hope of him. Gathering himself up, and feeling his gun all over carefully, to make sure that it had not been broken, he continued to advance with excessive caution, and, in consequence, was ere long a considerable distance from the banks of the river, though, of course, he had but a hazy idea as to what part of the country he had attained, or whither he was tending.
As the first excitement of flight pa.s.sed away, Dan began to feel uneasy p.r.i.c.kings of conscience at having so hastily sought safety for himself, though, upon reflection, he could not accuse himself of having deserted his comrades. Okematan and the boys, he had good reason to believe--at least to hope--had succeeded in evading the foe, and Fergus he supposed had landed with himself, and was even at that moment making good his escape into the forest. To find him, in the circ.u.mstances, he knew to be impossible, and to shout by way of ascertaining his whereabouts he also knew to be useless as well as dangerous, as by doing so he would make his own position known to the enemy.
He also began to feel certain p.r.i.c.king sensations in his right leg as well as in his conscience. The leg grew more painful as he advanced, and, on examination of the limb by feeling, he found, to his surprise, that he had received a bullet-wound in the thigh. Moreover he discovered that his trousers were wet with blood, and that there was a continuous flow of the vital fluid from the wound. This at once accounted to him for some very unusual feelings of faintness which had come over him, and which he had at first attributed to his frequent and violent falls.
The importance of checking the haemorrhage was so obvious, that he at once sat down and did his best to bind up the wound with the red cotton kerchief that encircled his neck. Having accomplished this as well as he could in the dark, he resumed his journey, and, after several hours of laborious scrambling, at last came to a halt with a feeling of very considerable, and to him unusual, exhaustion.
Again he sat down on what seemed to be a bed of moss, and began to meditate.
"Impossible to go further!" he thought. "I feel quite knocked up.
Strange! I never felt like this before. It must have been the tumbles that did it, or it may be that I"ve lost more blood than I suppose.
I"ll rest a bit now, and begin a search for Fergus by the first streak of dawn."
In pursuance of this intention, the wearied man lay down, and putting his head on a mossy pillow, fell into a profound sleep, which was not broken till the sun was high in the heavens on the following day.
When at last he did awake, and attempted to sit up, Dan felt, to his surprise and no small alarm, that he was as weak as a child, that his leg lay in a pool of coagulated gore, and that blood was still slowly trickling from the wound in his thigh.