As we galloped into Broadalbin Bush a house on our right loomed up black and silent, and I saw shutters and doors swinging wide open, and the stars shining through. There was something sinister in this stark and tenantless homestead, whose void cas.e.m.e.nts stared, like empty eye-sockets.
"They have gone to the Middle Fort--all of them except the Stoners,"
said Mount, pushing his horse up beside mine. "Look, sir! See what this red terror has already done to make a wilderness of County Try on--and not a blow struck yet!"
We pa.s.sed another house, doorless, deserted; and as I rode abreast of it, to my horror I saw two shining eyes staring out at me from the empty window.
"A wolf--already!" muttered Mount, tugging at his bridle as his horse sheered off, snorting; and I saw something run across the front steps and drop into the shadows.
The roar of the Kennyetto sounded nearer. Woods gave place to stump-fields in which the young corn sprouted, silvered by the stars.
Across a stony pasture we saw a rushlight burning in a doorway; and, swinging our horses out across a strip of burned stubble, we came presently to Stoner"s house and heard the noise of the stream rushing through the woods below.
I saw Sir George Covert immediately; he was sitting on a log under the window, dressed in his uniform, a dark military cloak mantling his shoulders and knees. When he recognized me he rose and came to my side.
"Well, Ormond," he said, quietly, "it"s a comfort to see you. Leave your horses with Elerson. Who is that with you--oh, Jack Mount? These are the riflemen, Elerson and Murphy--Morgan"s men, you know."
The two riflemen saluted me with easy ceremony and sauntered over to where Mount was standing at our horses" heads.
"h.e.l.lo, Catamount Jack," said Elerson, humorously. "Where "d ye steal the squaw-buckskins? Look at the macaroni, Tim--all yellow and purple fringe!"
Mount surveyed the riflemen in their suits of brown holland and belted rifle-frocks.
"Dave Elerson, you look like a Quakeress in a Dutch jerkin," he observed.
""Tis the nate turrn to yere leg he grudges ye," said Murphy to Elerson.
"Wisha, Dave, ye"ve the legs av a beau!"
"Bow-legs, Dave," commented Mount. "It"s not your fault, lad. I"ve seen "em run from the Iroquois as fast as Tim"s--"
The bantering reply of the big Irishman was lost to me as Sir George led me out of earshot, one arm linked in mine.
I told him briefly of my mission, of my new rank in the army. He congratulated me warmly, and asked, in his pleasant way, for news of the manor, yet did not name Dorothy, which surprised me to the verge of resentment. Twice I spoke of her, and he replied courteously, yet seemed nothing eager to learn of her beyond what I volunteered.
And at last I said: "Sir George, may I not claim a kinsman"s privilege to wish you joy in your great happiness?"
"What happiness?" he asked, blankly; then, in slight confusion, added: "You speak of my betrothal to your cousin Dorothy. I am stupid beyond pardon, Ormond; I thank you for your kind wishes.... I suppose Sir Lupus told you," he added, vaguely.
"My cousin Dorothy told me," I said.
"Ah! Yes--yes, indeed. But it is all in the future yet, Ormond." He moved on, switching the long weeds with a stick he had found. "All in the future," he murmured, absently--"in fact, quite remote, Ormond....
By-the-way, you know why you were to meet me?"
"No, I don"t," I replied, coldly.
"Then I"ll tell you. The General is trying to head off Walter Butler and arrest him. Murphy and Elerson have just heard that Walter Butler"s mother and sister, and a young lady, Magdalen Brant--you met her at Varicks"--are staying quietly at the house of a Tory named Beacraft. We must strive to catch him there; and, failing that, we must watch Magdalen Brant, that she has no communication with the Iroquois." He hesitated, head bent. "You see, the General believes that this young girl can sway the False-Faces to peace or war. She was once their pet--as a child.... It seems hard to believe that this lovely and cultivated young girl could revert to such savage customs.... And yet Murphy and Elerson credit it, and say that she will surely appear at the False-Faces" rites.... It is horrible, Ormond; she is a sweet child--by Heaven, she would turn a European court with her wit and beauty!"
"I concede her beauty," I said, uneasy at his warm praise, "but as to her wit, I confess I scarcely exchanged a dozen words with her that night, and so am no judge."
"Ah!" he said, with an absent-minded stare.
"I naturally devoted myself to my cousin Dorothy," I added, irritated, without knowing why.
"Quite so--quite so," he mused. "As I was saying, it seems cruel to suspect Magdalen Brant, but the General believes she can sway the Oneidas and Tuscaroras.... It is a ghastly idea. And if she does attempt this thing, it will be through the infernal machinations and devilish persuasions of the Butlers--mark that, Ormond!"
He turned short in his tracks and made a fierce gesture with his stick.
It broke short, and he flung the splintered ends into the darkness.
"Why," he said, warmly, "there is not a gentler, sweeter disposition in the world than Magdalen Brant"s, if no one comes a-tampering to wake the Iroquois blood in her. These accursed Butlers seem inspired by h.e.l.l itself--and Guy Johnson!--What kind of a man is that, to take this young girl from Albany, where she had forgotten what a council-fire meant, and bring her here to these savages--sacrifice her!--undo all those years of culture and education!--rouse in her the dormant traditions and pa.s.sions which she had imbibed with her first milk, and which she forgot when she was weaned! That is the truth, I tell you! I know, sir! It was my uncle who took her from Guy Park and sent her to my aunt Livingston. She had the best of schooling; she was reared in luxury; she had every advantage that could be gained in Albany; my aunt took her to London that she might acquire those graces of deportment which we but roughly imitate.... Is it not sickening to see Guy Johnson and Sir John exercise their power of relationship and persuade her from a good home back to this?... Think of it, Ormond!"
"I do think of it," said I. "It is wrong--it is cruel and shameful!"
"It is worse," said Sir George, bitterly. "Scarce a year has she been at Guy Park, yet to-day she is in full sympathy with Guy and Sir John and her dusky kinsman, Brant. Outwardly she is a charming, modest maid, and I do not for an instant mean you to think she is not chaste! The Irish nation is no more famed for its chast.i.ty than the Mohawk, but I know that she listens when the forest calls--listens with savant ears, Ormond, and her dozen drops of dusky blood set her pulses flying to the free call of the Wolf clan!"
"Do you know her well?" I asked.
"I? No. I saw her at my aunt Livingston"s. It was the other night that I talked long with her--for the first time in my life."
He stood silent, knee-deep in the dewy weeds, hand worrying his sword-hilt, long cloak flung back.
"You have no idea how much of a woman she is," he said, vaguely.
"In that case," I replied, "you might influence her."
He raised his thoughtful face to the stars, studying the Twin Pointers.
"May I try?" he asked.
"Try? Yes, try, in Heaven"s name, Sir George! If she must speak to the Oneidas, persuade her to throw her influence for peace, if you can. At all events, I shall know whether or not she goes to the fire, for I am charged by the General to find the False-Faces and report to him every word said.... Do you speak Tuscarora, Sir George?"
"No; only Mohawk," he said. "How are you going to find the False-Faces"
meeting-place?"
"If Magdalen Brant goes, I go," said I. "And while I"m watching her, Jack Mount is to range, and track any savage who pa.s.ses the Iroquois trail.... What do you mean to do with Murphy and Elerson?"
"Elerson rides back to the manor with our horses; we"ve no further use for them here. Murphy follows me.... And I think we should be on our way," he added, impatiently.
We walked back to the house, where old man Stoner and his two big boys stood with our riflemen, drinking flip.
"Elerson," I said, "ride my mare and lead the other horses back to Varicks". Murphy, you will pilot us to Beacraft"s. Jack, go forward with Murphy."
Old Stoner wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, bit into a twist of tobacco, spat derisively, and said: "This pup Beacraft swares he"ll lift my haar "fore he gits through with me! Threatened men live long.
Kindly tell him me an" my sons is to hum. Sir George."
The big, lank boys laughed, and winked at me as I pa.s.sed.
"Good trail an" many skelps to ye!" said old Stoner. "If ye see Francy McCraw, jest tell him thar"s a rope an" a apple-tree waitin" fur him down to Fundy"s Bush!"
"Tell Danny Redstock an" Billy Bones that the Stoner boys is smellin"
almighty close on their trail!" called out the elder youth.