"Let McChesney go," said Clark sharply, "McChesney and Ray. I"ll warrant they can find "em."
Now I knew that Maisonville had gone out a-chasing Captain Willing"s brother,--he who had run into our arms. Lamothe was a noted Indian partisan and a dangerous man to be d.o.g.g.i.ng our rear that night. Suddenly there came a thought that took my breath and set my heart a-hammering.
When the Colonel"s back was turned I slipped away beyond the range of the firelight, and I was soon on the prairie, stumbling over hummocks and floundering into ponds, yet going as quietly as I could, turning now and again to look back at the distant glow or to listen to the rifles popping around the fort. The night was cloudy and pitchy dark. Twice the whirring of startled waterfowl frightened me out of my senses, but ambition p.r.i.c.ked me on in spite of fear. I may have gone a mile thus, perchance two or three, straining every sense, when a sound brought me to a stand. At first I could not distinguish it because of my heavy breathing, but presently I made sure that it was the low drone of human voices. Getting down on my hands and knees, I crept forward, and felt the ground rising. The voices had ceased. I gained the crest of a low ridge, and threw myself flat. A rattle of musketry set me shivering, and in an agony of fright I looked behind me to discover that I could not be more than four hundred yards from the fort. I had made a circle. I lay very still, my eyes watered with staring, and then--the droning began again. I went forward an inch, then another and another down the slope, and at last I could have sworn that I saw dark blurs against the ground.
I put out my hand, my weight went after, and I had crashed through a coating of ice up to my elbow in a pool. There came a second of sheer terror, a hoa.r.s.e challenge in French, and then I took to my heels and flew towards the fort at the top of my speed.
I heard them coming after me, leap and bound, and crying out to one another. Ahead of me there might have been a floor or a precipice, as the ground looks level at night. I hurt my foot cruelly on a frozen clod of earth, slid down the washed bank of a run into the Wabash, picked myself up, scrambled to the top of the far side, and had gotten away again when my pursuer shattered the ice behind me. A hundred yards more, two figures loomed up in front, and I was pulled up choking.
"Hang to him, Fletcher!" said a voice.
"Great G.o.d!" cried Fletcher, "it"s Davy. What are ye up to now?"
"Let me go!" I cried, as soon as I had got my wind. As luck would have it, I had run into a pair of daredevil young Kentuckians who had more than once tasted the severity of Clark"s discipline,--Fletcher Blount and Jim Willis. They fairly shook out of me what had happened, and then dropped me with a war-whoop and started for the prairie, I after them, crying out to them to beware of the run. A man must indeed be fleet of foot to have escaped these young ruffians, and so it proved. When I reached the hollow there were the two of them fighting with a man in the water, the ice jangling as they shifted their feet.
"What"s yere name?" said Fletcher, cuffing and kicking his prisoner until he cried out for mercy.
"Maisonville," said the man, whereupon Fletcher gave a war-whoop and kicked him again.
"That"s no way to use a prisoner," said I, hotly.
"Hold your mouth, Davy," said Fletcher, "you didn"t ketch him."
"You wouldn"t have had him but for me," I retorted.
Fletcher"s answer was an oath. They put Maisonville between them, ran him through the town up to the firing line, and there, to my horror, they tied him to a post and used him for a shield, despite his heart-rending yells. In mortal fear that the poor man would be shot down, I was running away to find some one who might have influence over them when I met a lieutenant. He came up and ordered them angrily to unbind Maisonville and bring him before the Colonel. Fletcher laughed, whipped out his hunting knife, and cut the thongs; but he and Willis had scarce got twenty paces from the officer before they seized poor Maisonville by the hair and made shift to scalp him. This was merely backwoods play, had Maisonville but known it. Persuaded, however, that his last hour was come, he made a desperate effort to clear himself, whereupon Fletcher cut off a piece of his skin by mistake. Maisonville, making sure that he had been scalped, stood groaning and clapping his hand to his head, while the two young rascals drew back and stared at each other.
"What"s to do now?" said Willis.
"Take our medicine, I reckon," answered Fletcher, grimly. And they seized the tottering man between them, and marched him straightway to the fire where Clark stood.
They had seen the Colonel angry before, but now they were fairly withered under his wrath. And he could have given them no greater punishment, for he took them from the firing line, and sent them back to wait among the reserves until the morning.
"Nom de Dieu!" said Maisonville, wrathfully, as he watched them go, "they should hang."
"The stuff that brought them here through ice and flood is apt to boil over, Captain," remarked the Colonel, dryly.
"If you please, sir," said I, "they did not mean to cut him, but he wriggled."
Clark turned sharply.
"Eh?" said he, "did you have a hand in this, too?"
"Peste!" cried the Captain, "the little ferret--you call him--he find me on the prairie. I run to catch him with some men and fall into the crick--" he pointed to his soaked leggings, "and your demons, they fall on top of me."
"I wish to heaven you had caught Lamothe instead, Davy," said the Colonel, and joined despite himself in the laugh that went up. Falling sober again, he began to question the prisoner. Where was Lamothe?
Pardieu, Maisonville could not say. How many men did he have, etc., etc.? The circle about us deepened with eager listeners, who uttered exclamations when Maisonville, between his answers, put up his hand to his bleeding head. Suddenly the circle parted, and Captain Bowman came through.
"Ray has discovered Lamothe, sir," said he. "What shall we do?"
"Let him into the fort," said Clark, instantly.
There was a murmur of astonished protest.
"Let him into the fort!" exclaimed Bowman.
"Certainly," said the Colonel; "if he finds he cannot get in, he will be off before the dawn to a.s.semble the tribes."
"But the fort is provisioned for a month," Bowman expostulated; "and they must find out to-morrow how weak we are."
"To-morrow will be too late," said Clark.
"And suppose he shouldn"t go in?"
"He will go in," said the Colonel, quietly. "Withdraw your men, Captain, from the north side."
Captain Bowman departed. Whatever he may have thought of these orders, he was too faithful a friend of the Colonel"s to delay their execution.
Murmuring, swearing oaths of astonishment, man after man on the firing line dropped his rifle at the word, and sullenly retreated. The crack, crack of the Deckards on the south and east were stilled; not a barrel was thrust by the weary garrison through the logs, and the place became silent as the wilderness. It was the long hour before the dawn. And as we lay waiting on the hard ground, stiff and cold and hungry, talking in whispers, somewhere near six of the clock on that February morning the great square of Fort Sackville began to take shape. There was the long line of the stockade, the projecting blockhouses at each corner with peaked caps, and a higher capped square tower from the centre of the enclosure, the banner of England drooping there and clinging forlorn to its staff, as though with a presentiment. Then, as the light grew, the close-lipped cas.e.m.e.nts were seen, scarred with our bullets. The little log houses of the town came out, the sapling palings and the bare trees,--all grim and gaunt at that cruel season. Cattle lowed here and there, and horses whinnied to be fed.
It was a dirty, gray dawn, and we waited until it had done its best.
From where we lay hid behind log house and palings we strained our eyes towards the prairie to see if Lamothe would take the bait, until our view was ended at the fuzzy top of a hillock. Bill Cowan, doubled up behind a woodpile and breathing heavily, nudged me.
"Davy, Davy, what d"ye see!"
Was it a head that broke the line of the crest? Even as I stared, breathless, half a score of forms shot up and were running madly for the stockade. Twenty more broke after them, Indians and Frenchmen, dodging, swaying, crowding, looking fearfully to right and left. And from within the fort came forth a hubbub,--cries and scuffling, orders, oaths, and shouts. In plain view of our impatient Deckards soldiers manned the platform, and we saw that they were flinging down ladders. An officer in a faded scarlet coat stood out among the rest, shouting himself hoa.r.s.e.
Involuntarily Cowan lined his sights across the woodpile on this mark of color.
Lamothe"s men, a seething ma.s.s, were fighting like wolves for the ladders, fearful yet that a volley might kill half of them where they stood. And so fast did they scramble upwards that the men before them stepped on their fingers. All at once and by acclamation the fierce war-whoops of our men rent the air, and some toppled in sheer terror and fell the twelve feet of the stockade at the sound of it. Then every man in the regiment, Creole and backwoodsman, lay back to laugh. The answer of the garrison was a defiant cheer, and those who had dropped, finding they were not shot at, picked themselves up again and gained the top, helping to pull the ladders after them. Bowman"s men swung back into place, the rattle and drag were heard in the blockhouse as the cannon were run out through the ports, and the battle which had held through the night watches began again with redoubled vigor. But there was more caution on the side of the British, for they had learned dearly how the Kentuckians could measure crack and crevice.
There followed two hours and a futile waste of ammunition, the lead from the garrison flying harmless here and there, and not a patch of skin or cloth showing.
CHAPTER XX. THE CAMPAIGN ENDS
"If I am obliged to storm, you may depend upon such treatment as is justly due to a murderer. And beware of destroying stores of any kind, or any papers or letters that are in your possession; or of hurting one house in the town. For, by Heaven! if you do, there shall be no mercy shown you.
"To Lieutenant-Governor Hamilton."
So read Colonel Clark, as he stood before the log fire in Monsieur Bouton"s house at the back of the town, the captains grouped in front of him.
"Is that strong enough, gentlemen?" he asked.
"To raise his hair," said Captain Charleville.
Captain Bowman laughed loudly.
"I reckon the boys will see to that," said he.
Colonel Clark folded the letter, addressed it, and turned gravely to Monsieur Bouton.