But first for their lair, where the spoil is to be part.i.tioned, and a change made in their toilet; there to cast off the costume of the savage, and resume the garb of civilisation.
Riding in twos across the river, on reaching its bank they make halt.
There is barely room for all on the bit of open ground by the embouchure of the ford road; and they get clumped into a dense crowd--in its midst their chief, Borla.s.se, conspicuous from his great bulk of body.
"Boys!" he says, soon as all have gained the summit of the slope, and gathered around him, "it ain"t no use for all o" us going to where I told Quantrell an" Bosley to wait. The approach to the oak air a bit awkward; therefore, me an" Luke Chisholm "ll slip up thar, whiles the rest o" ye stay hyar till we come back. You needn"t get out of your saddles. We won"t be many minutes, for we mustn"t. They"ll be a stirrin" at the Mission, though not like to come after us so quick, seeing the traces we"ve left behind. That"ll be a caution to them, I take it. And from what our friend here says," Borla.s.se nods to the half-blood, Fernand, who is seen seated on horseback beside him, "the settlers can"t muster over forty fightin" men. Calculatin" there"s a whole tribe o" us Comanches, they"ll be too scared to start out all of a suddint. Besides, they"ll not find that back trail by the bluff so easy. I don"t think they can before mornin". Still "twont do to hang about hyar long. Once we get across the upper plain we"re safe.
They"ll never set eyes on these Indyins after. Come, Luke! let you an"
me go on to the oak, and pick up the stragglers. An" boys! see ye behave yourselves till we come back. Don"t start nail, or raise lid, from any o" them boxes. If there"s a dollar missin", I"ll know it; an"
by the Eternal--well, I guess, you understan" Jim Borla.s.se"s way wi"
treeturs."
Leaving this to be surmised, the robber chief spurs out from their midst, with the man he has selected to accompany him; the rest, as enjoined, remaining.
Soon he turns into the up-river trace, which none of those who have already travelled it, knew as well as he. Despite his greater size, neither its thorns, nor narrowness, hinders him from riding rapidly along it. He is familiar with its every turn and obstruction, as is also Chisholm. Both have been to the big oak before, time after time; have bivouacked, slept under it, and beside booty. Approaching it now for a different purpose, they are doomed to disappointment. There is no sign of creature beneath its shade--horse, man, or woman!
Where is Quantrell? Where Bosley? What has become of them, and their captives?
They are not under the oak, or anywhere around it. They are nowhere!
The surprise of the robber chief instantly changes to anger. For a suspicion flashes across his mind, that his late appointed lieutenant has played false to him.
He knows that Richard Darke has only been one of his band by the exigency of sinister circ.u.mstances; knows, also, of the other, and stronger lien that has kept Clancy"s a.s.sa.s.sin attached to their confederacy--his love for Helen Armstrong. Now that he has her--the sister too--why may he not have taken both off, intending henceforth to cut all connection with the prairie pirates? Bosley would be no bar.
The subordinate might remain faithful, and to the death; still Quantrell could kill him.
It is all possible, probable; and Borla.s.se, now better acquainted with the character of Richard Darke, can believe it so. Convinced of his lieutenant"s treachery, he rages around the tree like a tiger deprived of its prey.
Little cares he what has become of Darke himself, or Helen Armstrong.
It is Jessie he misses; madly loving her in his course carnal fashion.
He had hoped to have her in his arms, to carry her on to the rendezvous, to make her his wife in the same way as Darke threatened to do with her sister.
Fortunately for both, the sky has become clouded, and the moon is invisible; otherwise he might see that the ground has been trodden by a half-dozen horses, and discover the direction these have taken. Though Simeon Woodley, with his party, is now a good distance off, it would still be possible to overtake them, the robbers being well mounted and better knowing the way. Woe to Helen and Jessie Armstrong were the moon shining, as when they parted from that spot!
Neither Borla.s.se nor his confederate have a thought that any one has been under the oak, save Quantrell, Bosley, and the captives. How could they? And now they think not that these have been there; for, calling their names aloud, they get no response. Little do the two freebooters dream of the series of exciting incidents that in quick succession, and so recently, have occurred in that now silent spot. They have no suspicion of aught, save that Bosley has betrayed his trust, Phil Quantrell instigating him, and that both have forsaken the band, taking the captives along.
At thought of their treachery Borla.s.se"s fury goes beyond bounds, and he stamps and storms.
To restrain him, Chisholm says, suggestingly, "Like as not, Cap", they"re gone on to head-quarters. I guess, when we get there we"ll find the whole four."
"You think so?"
"I"m good as sure of it. What else could they do, or would they?
Quantrell darn"t go back to the States, with that thing you spoke of hangin" over him. Nor is he like to show himself in any o" the settlements of Texas. And what could the two do by themselves out on the wild prairie?"
"True; I reckon you"re about right, Luke. In any case we musn"t waste more time here. It"s getting well on to morning and by the earliest glint of day the settlers "ll take trail after us. We must on to the upper plain."
At this he heads his horse back into the narrow trail; and, hurrying along it, rejoins his followers by the ford.
Soon as reaching them, he gives the command for immediate march; promptly obeyed, since every robber in the ruck has pleasant antic.i.p.ation of what is before, with ugly recollection of what is, and fears of what may be, behind him.
CHAPTER SIXTY SIX.
A SCOUTING PARTY.
Throughout all this time, the scene of wild terror, and frenzied excitement, continues to rage around the Mission. Its walls, while echoing voices of lamentation, reverberate also the shouts of revenge.
It is some time ere the colonists can realise the full extent of the catastrophe, or be sure it is at an end. The gentlemen, who dined with Colonel Armstrong, rushing back to their own homes in fearful antic.i.p.ation, there find everything, as they left it; except that their families and fellow settlers are asleep. For all this, the fear does not leave their hearts. If their houses are not aflame, as they expected to see them--if their wives and children are not butchered in cold blood--they know not how soon this may be. The Indians--for Indians they still believe them--would not have attacked so strong a settlement, unless in force sufficient to destroy it. The ruin, incomplete, may still be impending. True, the interlude of inaction is difficult to understand; only intelligible, on the supposition that the savages are awaiting an accession to their strength, before they a.s.sault the _rancheria_. They may at the moment be surrounding it?
Under this apprehension, the settlers are hastily, and by loud shouts, summoned from their beds. Responding to the rude arousal, they are soon out of them, and abroad; the women and children frantically screaming; the men more calm; some of them accustomed to such surprises, issuing forth armed, and ready for action.
Soon all are similarly prepared, each with gun, pistol, and knife borne upon his person.
After hearing the tale of horror brought from the Mission-building, they hold hasty council as to what they should do.
Fear for their own firesides restrains them from starting off; and some time elapse before they feel a.s.sured that the _rancheria_ will not be attacked, and need defending.
Meanwhile, they despatch messengers to the Mission; who, approaching it cautiously, find no change there.
Colonel Armstrong is still roaming distractedly around, searching for his daughters, Dupre by his side, Hawkins and Tucker a.s.sisting in the search.
The girls not found, and the frantic father settling down to the conviction that they are gone--lost to him forever!
Oh! the cruel torture of the truth thus forced upon him! His children carried off captive, that were enough. But to such captivity! To be the a.s.sociates of savages, their slaves, their worse than slaves--ah! a destiny compared with which death were desirable.
So reasons the paternal heart in this supreme moment of its affliction.
Alike, distressed is he, bereaved of his all but bride. The young Creole is well-nigh beside himself. Never has he known such bitter thoughts; the bitterest of all--a remembrance of something said to him by his betrothed that very day. A word slight but significant, relating to the half-blood, Fernand; a hint of some familiarity in the man"s behaviour towards her, not absolute boldness, but presumption: for Jessie did not tell all. Still enough to be now vividly recalled to Dupre"s memory, with all that exaggeration the circ.u.mstances are calculated to suggest to his fancy and fears. Yes; his trusted servant has betrayed him, and never did master more repent a trust, or suffer greater pain by its betrayal.
The serpent he warmed has turned and stung him, with sting so venomous as to leave little of life.
Within and around the Mission-building are other wailing voices, besides those of its owners. Many of the domestics have like cause for lamentation, some even more. Among the ma.s.sacred, still stretched in their gore, one stoops over a sister; another sees his child; a wife weeps by the side of her husband, her hot tears mingling with his yet warm blood; while brother bends down to gaze into the eyes of brother, which, gla.s.sy and sightless, cannot reciprocate the sorrowing glance!
It is not the time to give way to wild grief. The occasion calls for action, quick, immediate. Colonel Armstrong commands it; Dupre urges it. Soon as their first throes of surprise and terror have subsided, despair is replaced by anger, and their thoughts turn upon retaliation.
All is clear now. Those living at the _rancheria_ have not been molested. The savages have carried off Dupre"s silver. Despoiled of his far more precious treasure, what recks he of that? Only as telling that the object of the attacking party was robbery more than murder; though they have done both. Still it is certain, that, having achieved their end, they are gone off with no intention to renew the carnage of which all can see such sanguinary traces. Thus reasoning, the next thought is pursuit.
As yet the other settlers are at the _rancheria_, clinging to their own hearths, in fear of a fresh attack, only a few having come up to the Mission, to be shocked at what they see there.
But enough for Dupre"s purpose; which receives the sanction of Colonel Armstrong, as also that of the hunters, Hawkins and Tucker.
It is decided not to wait till all can be ready; but for a select party to start off at once, in the capacity of scouts; these to take up the trail of the savages, and send back their report to those coming after.
To this Colonel Armstrong not only gives consent, but deems it the most prudent course, and likeliest to secure success. Despite his anxious impatience, the strategy of the old soldier tells him, that careless haste may defeat its chances.
In fine, a scouting party is dispatched, Hawkins at its head as guide, the Creole commanding.
Armstrong himself remains behind, to organise the main body of settlers getting ready for pursuit.