As we made sure, we left no stone unturned in the effort to solve the mystery. No horse, ridden or led, could have lived to cross the pouring torrent of the main river, or to wade up or down its bed; and if the cavalcade had turned up the barrier stream its progress must have ended abruptly against the sheer wall of the cliff at the entrance to the low-arched cavern whence the tributary came into being. But if Falconnet and his following had ridden neither up nor down the bed of the barrier stream, it seemed equally certain that no horse of the troop had crossed it. The Indian trace, which held straight on up the gorge and presently came out above into a high upland valley, was unmarked by any hoof print, new or old.
"Well, now; I"ll be daddled if this here ain"t about the beatin"est thing I ever chugged up ag"inst," was the old borderer"s comment, when we had flogged our wits to small purpose in the search for some clue to the mystery. "What"s your mind about it, hey, Chief?"
Uncanoola shook his head. "Heap plenty slick. No go up-stream, no go down, no cross over, no go back. Mebbe go up like smoke--w"at?"
The hunter shook his head and would by no means admit the alternative.
"Ez I allow, that would ax for a merricle; and I reckon ez how when the good Lord sends a chariot o" fire after sech a clanjamfrey as this"n o"
the hoss-captain"s, it"ll be mighty dad-blame" apt to go down "stead of up."
We were standing on the brink of the barrier stream no more than a fisherman"s cast from the black rock-mouth that spewed it up from its underground maw. While the hunter was speaking, the Catawba had lapsed into statue-like listlessness, his gaze fixed upon the eddying flood which held the secret of the vanished cavalcade. Suddenly he came alive with a bound and made a quick dash into the water. What he retrieved was only a small piece of wood, charred at one end. But Ephraim Yeates caught at it eagerly.
"Now the Lord be praised for all His marcies!" he exclaimed. "It do take an Injun to come a-running whenst ever"body else is plumb beat out!
Ne"er another one of us had an eye sharp enough to ketch that bit o"
sign a-floating past. What say, Cap"n John?"
I shook my head, seeing no special significance in the token; and d.i.c.k asked: "What will it be, Ephraim, now that it is caught?"
The old man looked his pity for our dullard wit, and then set a moiety of it in words.
"Well, well, now; I"m fair ashamed of ye! What all d"ye reckon blackened the end o" this bit o" pine-branch?"
"Why, fire," says Richard, beginning, as I did, to see some glimmering of light.
"In course. And it come from yonder, didn"t it?" pointing to the cavern under the cliff. "More than that, "twas cut wi" a hatchet--this fresh end of it--no longer ago than last night, at the furdest; the pitch that the fire fried out"n it is all soft and gummy, yit. Gentlemen all: whenst we find where this here creek comes out into daylight again we"re a-going to find the hoss-captain and the whole enduring pa.s.sel o"
redskins and redcoats, immejitly, _if_ not sooner!"
What comment this startling announcement would have evoked I know not, for at the moment of its utterance the Catawba went flat upon the ground, making most urgent signs for us to do likewise. What he had seen we all saw a flitting instant later; the painted face of a Cherokee warrior as a setting for a pair of fierce basilisk eyes peering out of the low-arched cavern whence the stream issued, an apparition looking for all the world like a dismembered head floating on the surface of the outgushing flood.
"Twas the old borderer who took the initiative in the swift retreat, and we followed his lead like well-drilled soldiers. A crook in the stream, and the thickset underwood, screened us for the moment from the basilisk eyes; and in a twinkling we had rolled one after another into the mimic torrent and were quickly swept down to its mouth.
Here death lay in wait for us in the mad plungings of the main river; but we made shift to catch at the overhanging branches of the willows in pa.s.sing, to draw ourselves out, to scramble up the gorge and to gain a great boulder on the mountain side whence we could look down upon the scene of our late surprisal.
By this we saw, from the wings, as it were, the setting of the stage for a tragedy which might have been ours. One by one a score of heads with painted faces floated silently out of the spewing rock-mouth. One by one the glistening, bronze-red bodies appertaining thereto emerged from the water, each to take its place in an ambuscade enclosing the stream-crossing of the Indian path in a pocket-like line of crouching figures, with the mouth of the pocket open toward the lower valley.
Ephraim Yeates chuckled under his breath and smote softly upon his thigh.
"They tell ez how the good Lord has a mighty tender care for chillern and simples," he whispered. "Whenst we was a-coming a-rampaging up the trace a hour "r two ago, I saw the moccasin track o" that there spy, and was too dad-blame" biggity in my own consate to ax what it mought mean."
"What spy?" says d.i.c.k, matching the hunter"s low whisper.
"Why, the varmint that tracked me back from here "twixt dawn and daybreak, _to_ be sure. He waited till we broke camp and then took out up here ahead of us to tell his chief "twas e"ena"most time to set the trap for three white simples and a red one. Friends, I"m a-telling ye plain that the sperrit"s a-moving me mighty powerful to get down on my hunkers and--"
"For heaven"s sake, don"t do it here and now!" gasped d.i.c.k. "Let"s get out of this spider"s-web while we may."
The old hunter postponed his prayerful motion, most reluctantly, as it would seem, and led the way in a silent withdrawal from the dangerous neighborhood of the ambushment. When we had pushed on somewhat higher up the gorge and stood on the confines of the upland valley for which it served as the approach, there was a halt for a council of war.
Since it was now evident that the powder convoy was encamped in some hidden gorge or valley to which the cavern of the underground stream was one of the approaches, "twas plain that we must climb to some height whence we could command a wider view.
We were all agreed that the cavern entrance could not have been used by the entire company: this though the conclusion left the vanishing trail an unsolved riddle. For if the women could have been dragged through the low-springing arch of the waterway, we knew the horses could not--to say nothing of the certain destruction of the powder cargo in such a pa.s.sage.
So we addressed ourselves to the ascent of the northern mountain; though Richard and I would first beg a little s.p.a.ce in which to drain the water from our boots, and to wring some pounds" weight of it from our clothes.
That done, we fell in line once more; and being so fortunate as to hit upon a ravine which led to the cliff-crowned summit, the climb was shorn of half its toil and difficulty. Nevertheless, by the sun"s height it was well on in the forenoon before we came out, perspiring, like sappers in a steam bath, upon the mountain top.
As Yeates had guessed, this northern mountain proved to be a lofty table-land. So far as could be seen, the summit was an undulating plain, less densely forested than the valley, but with a thick sprinkling of pines to make the still, hot air heavy with their resinous fragrance. As it chanced, our ravine of ascent headed well back from the cliff edge, so we must needs fetch a compa.s.s through the pine groves before we could win out to any commanding point of view.
The old borderer took his bearings by the sun and laid the course quartering to bring us out as near as might be on the heights above the gorge. But when we had gone a little way, a thinning of the wood ahead warned us that we were approaching some nearer break in the table-land.
Five minutes later we four stood on the brink of a precipice, looking abroad upon one of nature"s most singular caprices. Conceive if you can a segment of the table-land, in shape like a broad-bilged man o" war, sunk to a depth of, mayhap, six or seven hundred feet below the general level of the plateau. Give this ship-shaped chasm a longer dimension of two miles or more, and a breadth of somewhat less than half its length; bound it with a wall-like line of cliffs falling sheer to steep, forested slopes below; p.r.i.c.k out a silver ribbon of a stream winding through gra.s.sy savannas and well-set groves of lordly trees from end to end of the sunken valley; and you will have some picture of the scene we looked upon.
But what concerned us most was a sight to make us crouch quickly lest sharp eyes below should descry us on the sky-line of the cliff. Pitched on one of the gra.s.sy savannas by the stream, so fairly beneath us that the smallest cannon planted on our cliff could have dropped a shot into it, was the camp of the powder train.
XXV
HOW UNCANOOLA TRAPPED THE GREAT BEAR
"Twas Richard Jennifer who first broke the noontide silence of the mountain top, voicing the query which was thrusting sharp at all of us.
"Now how in the name of all the fiends did they make shift to burrow from yonder bag-bottom into this?" he would say.
"Ez I allow, that"s jest what the good Lord fotched us here for--to find out," was Yeates"s rejoinder. "Do you and the chief, Cap"n John, circ.u.mambylate this here pitfall yon way, whilst Cap"n d.i.c.k and I go t"other way "round. By time we"ve made the circuit and j"ined company again, I reckon we"ll know for sartain whether "r no they climm" the mounting to get in."
So when we had breathed us a little the circuiting was begun, Ephraim Yeates and Jennifer going toward the lower end of the sink, and the Catawba and I in the opposite direction.
Since we must examine closely every rift and crevice in the boundary cliff, it was a most tedious undertaking; and I do remember how my great trooper boots, sun-drying on my feet, made every step a wincing agony.
They say an army goes upon its belly, but an old campaigner will tell you that you can march a soldier till he be too thin to cast a shadow if only he hath ease of his footgear.
Taking it all in all, it proved a slow business, this looping of the sunken valley; and when we had worked around to the eastern cliff and to a meeting point with the old hunter and Richard Jennifer, the sun was level in our faces and the day was waning.
Coming together again, we made haste to compare notes. There was little enough to add to the common fund of information, and the mystery of the lost trail remained a mystery. True, we, the Indian and I, had found a ravine at the extreme upper end of the valley through which, we thought, a sure-footed horse might be led at a pinch, up or down; but this ravine had not been used by the powder train, and apart from it there was no practicable horse path leading down from the plateau.
As for the hunter and Richard, they had made a discovery which might stand for what it was worth. At its lower extremity the sunken valley was separated from the great gorge without only by a ridge which was no more than a huge dam; and this diking ridge was evidently tunneled by the stream, since the latter had no visible outlet.
Inasmuch as the most favorable point of espial upon the camp below was the cliff whence we had first looked down into the sink, we harked back thither, pa.s.sing around the lower end of the valley and along the barrier ridge. Plan we had none as yet, for the preliminary to any attempt at a rescue must be some better knowledge of the way into and out of Falconnet"s cunningly chosen stronghold. True, we might win in and out again by the ravine which the chief and I had explored at the upper end, and d.i.c.k was for trying this when the night should give us the curtain of darkness for a shield. But the old hunter would hold this forlorn hope in reserve as a last resort.
"Sort it out for yourself, Cap"n d.i.c.k," he argued. "Whatsomedever we make out to do--four on us ag"inst that there whole enduring army o"
their"n--has got to be done on the keen jump, with a toler"ble plain hoss-road for the skimper-scamper race when it _is_ done. For, looking it up and down and side to side, we"ve got to have hosses--some o" their hosses, at that. I jing! if we could jest make out somehow "r other to lay our claws on the beasteses aforehand--"
We had reached the cliff and were once more peering down at the enemy"s camp. Though for the cliff-shadowed valley it was long past sunset and all the depths were blue and purple in the changing half-lights of the hour, the shadow veil was but a gauze of color, softening the details without obscuring them. So we could mark well the metes and bounds of the camp and p.r.i.c.k in all the items.
The camp field was the largest of the savannas or natural clearings. On the margin of the stream the Indian lodges were pitched in a semicircle to face the water. Farther back, Falconnet"s troop was hutted in rough-and-ready shelters made of pine boughs--these disposed to stand between the camp of the Cherokees and the tepee-lodge of the captive women which stood among the trees in that edge of the forest hemming the slope which b.u.t.tressed our cliff of observation.
At first we sought in vain for the storing-place of the powder. It was the sharp eyes of the Catawba that finally descried it. A rude housing of pine boughs, like the huts of the troopers, had been built at the base of a great boulder on the opposite bank of the stream; and here was the lading of the powder train.
From what could be seen "twas clear that the camp was no mere bivouac for the day; indeed, the Englishmen were still working upon their pine-bough shelters, building themselves in as if for a stay indefinite.