As it was impossible to bury so many bodies, the travellers resumed their journey, and left them to bleach there in the wilderness; but they rode the whole of that day almost without uttering a word. Meanwhile the Camanchees, who had observed the trio, and had ridden away at first for the purpose of deceiving them into the belief that they had pa.s.sed un.o.bserved, doubled on their track, and took a long sweep in order to keep out of sight until they could approach under the shelter of a belt of woodland towards which the travellers now approached.
The Indians adopted this course instead of the easier method of simply pursuing so weak a party, because the plains at this part were bordered by a long stretch of forest into which the hunters could have plunged, and rendered pursuit more difficult, if not almost useless. The detour thus taken was so extensive that the shades of evening were beginning to descend before they could put their plan into execution. The forest lay about a mile to the right of our hunters, like some dark mainland, of which the prairie was the sea, and the scattered clumps of wood the islands.
"There"s no lack o" game here," said d.i.c.k Varley, pointing to a herd of buffaloes which rose at their approach, and fled away towards the wood.
"I think we"ll ha" thunder soon," remarked Joe. "I never feel it onnatteral hot like this without looking out for a plump."
"Hah! den ve better look hout for one goot tree to get b"low," suggested Henri. "Voila!" he added, pointing with his finger towards the plain; "dere am a lot of wild hosses."
A troop of about thirty wild horses appeared, as he spoke, on the brow of a ridge, and advanced slowly towards them.
"Hist!" exclaimed Joe, reining up; "hold on, lads. Wild horses! my rifle to a pop-gun there"s wilder men on t"other side o" them."
"What mean you, Joe?" inquired d.i.c.k, riding close up.
"D"ye see the little lumps on the shoulder o" each horse?" said Joe.
"Them"s Injun"s _feet_; an" if we don"t want to lose our scalps we"d better make for the forest."
Joe proved himself to be in earnest by wheeling round and making straight for the thick woods as fast as his horse could run. The others followed, driving the pack-horses before them.
The effect of this sudden movement on the so-called "wild horses" was very remarkable, and to one unacquainted with the habits of the Camanchee Indians, must have appeared almost supernatural. In the twinkling of an eye every steed had a rider on its back, and before the hunters had taken five strides in the direction of the forest, the whole band were in hot pursuit, yelling like furies.
The manner in which these Indians accomplish this feat is very singular, and implies great activity and strength of muscle on the part of the savages.
The Camanchees are low in stature, and usually are rather corpulent. In their movements on foot they are heavy and ungraceful, and they are, on the whole, a slovenly and unattractive race of men. But the instant they mount their horses they seem to be entirely changed, and surprise the spectator with the ease and elegance of their movements. Their great and distinctive peculiarity as hors.e.m.e.n is the power they have acquired of throwing themselves suddenly on either side of their horse"s body, and clinging on in such a way that no part of them is visible from the other side save the foot by which they cling. In this manner they approach their enemies at full gallop, and without rising again to the saddle, discharge their arrows at them over their horses" backs, or even under their necks.
This apparently magical feat is accomplished by means of a halter of horsehair, which is pa.s.sed round under the neck of the horse, and both ends braided into the mane, on the withers, thus forming a loop which hangs under the neck and against the breast. This being caught by the hand, makes a sling, into which the elbow falls, taking the weight of the body on the middle of the upper arm. Into this loop the rider drops suddenly and fearlessly, leaving his heel to hang over the horse"s back, to steady him, and also to restore him to his seat when desired.
By this stratagem the Indians had approached on the present occasion almost within rifle range before they were discovered, and it required the utmost speed of the hunters" horses to enable them to avoid being overtaken. One of the Indians, who was better mounted than his fellows, gained on the fugitives so much that he came within arrow range, but reserved his shaft until they were close on the margin of the wood, when, being almost alongside of Henri, he fitted an arrow to his bow.
Henri"s eye was upon him, however; letting go the line of the pack-horse which he was leading, he threw forward his rifle, but at the same moment the savage disappeared behind his horse, and an arrow whizzed past the hunter"s ear.
Henri fired at the horse, which dropped instantly, hurling the astonished Camanchee upon the ground, where he lay for some time insensible. In a few seconds pursued and pursuers entered the wood, where both had to advance with caution, in order to avoid being swept off by the overhanging branches of the trees.
Meanwhile the sultry heat of which Joe had formerly spoken increased considerably, and a rumbling noise, as if of distant thunder, was heard; but the flying hunters paid no attention to it, for the led horses gave them so much trouble, and r.e.t.a.r.ded their flight so much, that the Indians were gradually and visibly gaining on them.
"We"ll ha" to let the packs go," said Joe, somewhat bitterly, as he looked over his shoulder. "Our scalps "ll pay for"t if we don"t."
Henri uttered a peculiar and significant _hiss_ between his teeth, as he said, "P"raps ve better stop and fight!"
d.i.c.k said nothing, being resolved to do exactly what Joe Blunt bid him; and Crusoe, for reasons best known to himself, also said nothing, but bounded along beside his master"s horse, casting an occasional glance upwards to catch any signal that might be given.
They had pa.s.sed over a considerable s.p.a.ce of ground, and were forcing their way, at the imminent hazard of their necks, through a densely-clothed part of the wood, when the sound above referred to increased, attracting the attention of both parties. In a few seconds the air was filled with a steady and continuous rumbling sound, like the noise of a distant cataract. Pursuers and fugitives drew rein instinctively, and came to a dead stand, while the rumbling increased to a roar, and evidently approached them rapidly, though as yet nothing to cause it could be seen, except that there was a dense, dark cloud overspreading the sky to the southward. The air was oppressively still and hot.
"What can"t be?" inquired d.i.c.k, looking at Joe, who was gazing with an expression of wonder, not unmixed with concern, at the southern sky.
"Dunno, boy. I"ve bin more in the woods than in the clearin" in my day, but I niver heerd the likes o" that."
"It am like t"ondre," said Henri; "mais it nevair do stop."
This was true. The sound was similar to continuous, uninterrupted thunder. On it came with a magnificent roar that shook the very earth, and revealed itself at last in the shape of a mighty whirlwind. In a moment the distant woods bent before it, and fell like gra.s.s before the scythe. It was a whirling hurricane, accompanied by a deluge of rain such as none of the party had ever before witnessed. Steadily, fiercely, irresistibly, it bore down upon them, while the crash of falling, snapping, and uprooting trees mingled with the dire artillery of that sweeping storm like the musketry on a battle-field.
"Follow me, lads!" shouted Joe, turning his horse and dashing at full speed towards a rocky eminence that offered shelter. But shelter was not needed. The storm was clearly defined. Its limits were as distinctly marked by its Creator as if it had been a living intelligence sent forth to put a belt of desolation round the world; and, although the edge of devastation was not five hundred yards from the rock behind which the hunters were stationed, only a few drops of ice-cold rain fell upon them.
It pa.s.sed directly between the Camanchee Indians and their intended victims, placing between them a barrier which it would have taken days to cut through. The storm blew for an hour, then it travelled onward in its might, and was lost in distance. Whence it came and whither it went none could tell; but, far as the eye could see on either hand, an avenue a quarter of a mile wide was cut through the forest. It had levelled everything with the dust; the very gra.s.s was beaten flat, the trees were torn, shivered, snapped across, and crushed; and the earth itself in many places was ploughed up and furrowed with deep scars. The chaos was indescribable, and it is probable that centuries will not quite obliterate the work of that single hour.
While it lasted, Joe and his comrades remained speechless and awe-stricken. When it pa.s.sed, no Indians were to be seen. So our hunters remounted their steeds, and, with feelings of grat.i.tude to G.o.d for having delivered them alike from savage foes and from the destructive power of the whirlwind, resumed their journey towards the Mustang Valley.
CHAPTER TWENTY SIX.
ANXIOUS FEARS FOLLOWED BY A JOYFUL SURPRISE--SAFE HOME AT LAST, AND HAPPY HEARTS.
One fine afternoon, a few weeks after the storm of which we have given an account in the last chapter, old Mrs Varley was seated beside her own chimney corner in the little cottage by the lake, gazing at the glowing logs with the earnest expression of one whose thoughts were far away. Her kind face was paler than usual, and her hands rested idly on her knee, grasping the knitting wires to which was attached a half-finished stocking.
On a stool near to her sat young Marston, the lad to whom, on the day of the shooting match, d.i.c.k Varley had given his old rifle. The boy had an anxious look about him, as he lifted his eyes from time to time to the widow"s face.
"Did ye say, my boy, that they were _all_ killed?" inquired Mrs Varley, awaking from her reverie with a deep sigh.
"Every one," replied Marston. "Jim Scraggs, who brought the news, said they wos all lyin" dead with their scalps off. They wos a party o"
white men."
Mrs Varley sighed again, and her face a.s.sumed an expression of anxious pain as she thought of her son d.i.c.k being exposed to a similar fate.
Mrs Varley was not given to nervous fears; but as she listened to the boy"s recital of the slaughter of a party of white men, news of which had just reached the valley, her heart sank, and she prayed inwardly to Him who is the husband of the widow that her dear one might be protected from the ruthless hand of the savage.
After a short pause, during which young Marston fidgeted about and looked concerned, as if he had something to say which he would fain leave unsaid, Mrs Varley continued:--
"Was it far off where the b.l.o.o.d.y deed was done?"
"Yes; three weeks off, I believe. And Jim Scraggs said that he found a knife that looked like the one wot belonged to--to--" the lad hesitated.
"To whom, my boy? Why don"t ye go on?"
"To your son d.i.c.k."
The widow"s hands dropped by her side, and she would have fallen had not Marston caught her.
"O mother dear, don"t take on like that!" he cried, smoothing down the widow"s hair as her head rested on his breast.
For some time Mrs Varley suffered the boy to fondle her in silence, while her breast laboured with anxious dread.
"Tell me all," she said at last, recovering a little. "Did Jim see-- d.i.c.k?"
"No," answered the boy. "He looked at all the bodies, but did not find his; so he sent me over here to tell ye that p"raps he"s escaped."
Mrs Varley breathed more freely, and earnestly thanked G.o.d; but her fears soon returned when she thought of his being a prisoner, and recalled the tales of terrible cruelty often related of the savages.
While she was still engaged in closely questioning the lad, Jim Scraggs himself entered the cottage, and endeavoured in a gruff sort of way to re-a.s.sure the widow.