Jonathan Zane gazed darkly into the steely, sightless eyes of the traitor. Death"s awful calm had set the expression; but the man"s whole life was there, its better part sadly shining forth among the cruel shadows.
His body was mutilated in a frightful manner. Cuts, stabs, and slashes told the tale of a long encounter, brought to an end by one clean stroke.
"Come here, Lew. You"ve seen men chopped up; but look at this dead Englishman," called Zane.
Mordaunt lay weltering in a crimson tide. Strangely though, his face was uninjured. A black bruise showed under his fair hair. The ghost of a smile seemed to hover around his set lips, yet almost intangible though it was, it showed that at last he had died a man. His left shoulder, side and arm showed where the brunt of Brandt"s attack had fallen.
"How"d he ever fight so?" mused Jonathan.
"You never can tell," replied Wetzel. "Mebbe he killed this other fellar, too; but I reckon not. Come, we must go slow now, fer Legget is near at hand."
Jonathan brought huge, flat stones from the brook, and laid them over Mordaunt; then, cautiously he left the glade on Wetzel"s trail.
Five hundred yards farther on Wetzel had ceased following the outlaw"s tracks to cross the creek and climb a ridge. He was beginning his favorite trick of making a wide detour. Jonathan hurried forward, feeling he was safe from observation. Soon he distinguished the tall, brown figure of his comrade gliding ahead from tree to tree, from bush to bush.
"See them maples an" chestnuts down thar," said Wetzel when Jonathan had come up, pointing through an opening in the foliage. "They"ve stopped fer some reason."
On through the forest the bordermen glided. They kept near the summit of the ridge, under the best cover they could find, and pa.s.sed swiftly over this half-circle. When beginning once more to draw toward the open grove in the valley, they saw a long, irregular cliff, densely wooded. They swerved a little, and made for this excellent covert.
They crawled the last hundred yards and never shook a fern, moved a leaf, or broke a twig. Having reached the brink of the low precipice, they saw the gra.s.sy meadow below, the straggling trees, the brook, the group of Indians crowding round the white men.
"See that point of rock thar? It"s better cover," whispered Wetzel.
Patiently, with no hurry or excitement, they slowly made their difficult way among the rocks and ferns to the vantage point desired.
Taking a position like this was one the bordermen strongly favored.
They could see everywhere in front, and had the thick woods at their backs.
"What are they up to?" whispered Jonathan, as he and Wetzel lay close together under a ma.s.s of grapevine still tenacious of its broad leaves.
"Dicin"," answered Wetzel. "I can see "em throw; anyways, nothin" but bettin" ever makes redskins act like that."
"Who"s playin"? Where"s Brandt?"
"I can make out Legget; see his s.h.a.ggy head. The other must be Case.
Brandt ain"t in sight. Nursin" a hurt perhaps. Ah! See thar! Over under the big tree as stands dark-like agin the thicket. Thet"s an Injun, an" he looks too quiet an" keen to suit me. We"ll have a care of him."
"Must be playin" fer Mordaunt"s gold."
"Like as not, for where"d them ruffians get any "cept they stole it."
"Aha! They"re gettin" up! See Legget walk away shakin" his big head.
He"s mad. Mebbe he"ll be madder presently," growled Jonathan.
"Case"s left alone. He"s countin" his winnin"s. Jack, look out fer more work took off our hands."
"By gum! See that Injun knock up a leveled rifle."
"I told you, an" thet redskin has his suspicions. He"s seen us down along ther ridge. There"s Helen, sittin" behind the biggest tree. Thet Injun guard, "afore he moved, kept us from seein" her."
Jonathan made no answer to this; but his breath literally hissed through his clenched teeth.
"Thar goes the other outlaw," whispered Wetzel, as if his comrade could not see. "It"s all up with Case. See the sneak bendin" down the bank. Now, thet"s a poor way. It"d better be done from the front, walkin" up natural-like, instead of tryin" to cover thet wide stretch.
Case"ll see him or hear him sure. Thar, he"s up now, an" crawlin".
He"s too slow, too slow. Aha! I knew it--Case turns. Look at the outlaw spring! Well, did you see thet little cuss whip his knife? One more less fer us to quiet. Thet makes four, Jack, an" mebbe, soon, it"ll be five."
"They"re holdin" a council," said Jonathan.
"I see two Injuns sneakin" off into the woods, an" here comes thet guard. He"s a keen redskin, Jack, fer we did come light through the brush. Mebbe it"d be well to stop his scoutin"."
"Lew, that villain Case is bullyin" Helen!" cried Jonathan.
"Sh-sh-h," whispered Wetzel.
"See! He"s pulled her to her feet. Oh! He struck her! Oh!"
Jonathan leveled his rifle and would have fired, but for the iron grasp on his wrist.
"Hev you lost yer senses? It"s full two hundred paces, an" too far fer your piece," said Wetzel in a whisper. "An" it ain"t sense to try from here."
"Lend me your gun! Lend me your gun!"
Silently Wetzel handed him the long, black rifle.
Jonathan raised it, but trembled so violently that the barrel wavered like a leaf in the breeze.
"Take it, I can"t cover him," groaned Jonathan. "This is new to me. I ain"t myself. G.o.d! Lew, he struck her again! _Again!_ He"s tryin" to kiss her! Wetzel, if you"re my friend, kill him!"
"Jack, it"d be better to wait, an"----"
"I love her," breathed Jonathan.
The long, black barrel swept up to a level and stopped. White smoke belched from among the green leaves; the report rang throughout the forest.
"Ah! I saw him stop an" pause," hissed Jonathan. "He stands, he sways, he falls! Death for yours, you sailor-beast!"
CHAPTER XX
The bordermen watched Legget and his band disappear into the thicket adjoining the grove. When the last dark, lithe form glided out of sight among the yellowing copse, Jonathan leaped from the low cliff, and had hardly reached the ground before Wetzel dashed down to the gra.s.sy turf.
Again they followed the outlaw"s trail darker-faced, fiercer-visaged than ever, with c.o.c.ked, tightly-gripped rifles thrust well before them, and light feet that scarcely brushed the leaves.
Wetzel halted after a long tramp up and down the ridges, and surveyed with keen intent the lay of the land ahead.
"Sooner or later we"ll hear from that redskin as discovered us a ways back," whispered he. "I wish we might get a crack at him afore he hinders us bad. I ain"t seen many keener Injuns. It"s lucky we fixed ther arrow-shootin" Shawnee. We"d never hev beat thet combination. An"
fer all of thet I"m worrin" some about the goin" ahead."