"It is _yours_!" she repeated firmly; "mine is this handsome, plump hen--"
"I _won"t_ claim that magnificent gobbler! Little Tiger, didn"t Miss Cardross shoot this bird?"
"Gobbler top bird," nodded the Seminole proudly.
"You fired at the top bird, Shiela! That settles it! I"m perfectly delighted over this. Little Tiger, you stalked them beautifully; but how on earth you ever managed to roost them in the dark I can"t make out!"
"See um same like tiger," nodded the pleased Seminole. And, to Shiela: "Pen-na-waw-suc-chai! I-hoo-es-chai." And he lighted his lantern.
"He says that the turkeys are all gone and that we had better go too, Mr. Hamil. What a perfect beauty that gobbler is! I"d much rather have him mounted than eat him. Perhaps we can do both. Eudo skins very skilfully and there"s plenty of salt in camp. Look at that mist!"
And so, chattering away in highest spirits they fell into file behind the Seminole and his lantern, who, in the thickening fog, looked like some slim luminous forest-phantom with great misty wings atrail from either shoulder.
Treading the narrow way in each other"s footsteps they heard, far in the darkness, the gruesome tumult of owls. Once the Indian"s lantern flashed on a snake which rose quickly from compact coils, hissing and distending its neck; but for all its formidable appearance and loud, defiant hissing the Indian picked up a palmetto fan and contemptuously tossed the reptile aside into the bog.
"It"s only a noisy puff-adder," said Shiela, who had retreated very close against Hamil, "but, oh, I don"t love them even when they are harmless." And rather thoughtfully she disengaged herself from the sheltering arm of that all too sympathetic young man, and went forward, shivering a little as the hiss of the enraged adder broke out from the uncongenial mud where he had unwillingly landed.
And so they came to their horses through a white mist which had thickened so rapidly that the Indian"s lantern was now only an iridescent star ringed with rainbows. And when they had been riding for twenty minutes Little Tiger halted them with lifted lantern and said quietly:
"Chi-ho-ches-chee!"
"Wh-at!" exclaimed the girl, incredulous.
"What did he say?" asked Hamil.
"He says that he is lost!"
Hamil stared around in dismay; a dense white wall shut out everything; the Indian"s lantern at ten paces was invisible; he could scarcely see Shiela unless she rode close enough to touch his elbow.
"Catch um camp," observed Little Tiger calmly. "Loose bridle! Bimeby catch um camp. One horse lead. No be scared."
So Hamil dismounted and handed his bridle to the Indian; then Shiela cast her own bridle loose across the pommel, and touching her horse with both heels, rode forward, hands in her jacket pockets. And Hamil walked beside her, one arm on the cantle.
Into blank obscurity the horse moved, bearing to the left--a direction which seemed entirely wrong.
"Catch um camp," came the Indian"s amused voice through the mist from somewhere close behind.
"It doesn"t seem to me that this is the right direction," ventured Shiela doubtfully. "Isn"t it absurd? Where are you, Mr. Hamil? Come closer and keep in touch with my stirrup. I found you in a fog and I really don"t want to lose you in one."
She dropped one arm so that her hand rested lightly on his shoulder.
"This is not the first mist we"ve been through together," he said, laughing.
"I was thinking of that, too. They say the G.o.ds arrive and go in a mist.
Don"t go."
They moved on in silence, the horse stepping confidently into the crowding fog. Once Hamil stumbled over a root and Shiela"s hand slipped around his neck, tightening a moment. He straightened up; but her hand slid back to his coat sleeve, resting so lightly that he could scarce feel the touch.
Then the horse stumbled, this time over the tongue of the camp wagon.
Little Tiger was right; the horse had brought them back.
Hamil turned; Shiela swung one leg across the pommel and slipped from her saddle into his arms.
"Have you been happy, Shiela?"
"You know I have.... But--you must release me."
"Perfectly happy?"
"Ah, yes. Don"t you know I have?" ... And in a low voice: "Release me now--for both our sakes."
She did not struggle nor did he retain her by perceptible force.
"Won"t you release me?"
"Must I?"
"I thought you promised to help me--on the firing line?" She forced a little laugh, resting both her hands on his wrists against her waist.
"You said," she added with an effort at lightness, "that we are under heavy fire now."
"The fire of circ.u.mstances?"
"The cross-fire--of temptation.... Help me."
His arms fell; neither moved. Then a pale spark grew in the mist, brighter, redder, and, side by side, they walked toward it.
"What luck!" cried Gray, lifting a blazing palmetto fan above his head.
"We got ten mallard and a sprig! Where"s your game? We heard you shoot four times!"
Shiela laughed as the Seminole loomed up in the incandescent haze of the camp fire, buried in plumage.
"Dad! Dad! Where are you? Mr. Hamil has shot a magnificent wild turkey!"
"Well, upon my word!" exclaimed Cardross, emerging from his section; "the luck of the dub is proverbial! Hamil, what the deuce do you mean by it? That"s what" I want to know! O Lord! _Look_ at that gobbler! Shiela, did you let this young man wipe both your eyes?"
"Mine? Oh, I almost forgot. You see I shot one of them."
"Which?"
"It happened to be the gobbler," she said. "It was a mere chance in the dark.... And--if my section is ready, dad--I"m a little tired, I think.
Good night, everybody; good night, Mr. Hamil--and thank you for taking care of me."
Cardross, enveloped in blankets, glanced at Hamil.
"Did you ever know anybody so quick to give credit to others? It"s worth something to hear anybody speak in that fashion."
"That is why I did not interrupt," said Hamil.