Day came, and at the suggestion of Willet they rested again in the thickets. Robert was not really weary, at least the spirit uplifted him, though he knew that he must not overtask the body. His enthusiasm, based upon such a sanguine temperament, continued to rise. Again he foresaw glittering success. They would shake off all their foes, reach the fort in time, and lead the garrison and the people who had found refuge there safely out of the wilderness.
Where they lay the bushes were very dense. Before hiding there they had drunk abundantly at a little brook thirty or forty feet away, and now they ate with content the venison that formed their breakfast. Over the vast forest a brilliant sun was rising and here the leaves and gra.s.s were not burned much by summer heat. It looked fresh and green, and the wind sang pleasantly through its cool shadows. It appealed to Robert.
With his plastic nature he was all for the town when he was in town, and now in the forest he was all for the forest.
"I can understand why you love it so well," he said to Tayoga, waving his hand at the verdant world that curved about them.
"My people and their ancestors have lived in it for more generations than anyone knows," said the Onondaga, his eyes glistening. "I have been in the white man"s schools, and the white man"s towns, and I have seen the good in them, but this is my real home. This is what I love best. My heart beats strongest for the forest."
"My own heart does a lot of beating for the woods," said Willet, thoughtfully, "and it ought to do so, I"ve spent so many years of my life in them--happy years, too. They say that no matter how great an evil may be some good will come out of it, and this war will achieve one good end."
"What is that, Great Bear?"
"It will delay the work of the ax. Men will be so busy with the rifle that they will have mighty little time for the ax. The trees will stop falling for a while, and the forest will cover again the places where it has been cleared away. Why, the game itself will increase!"
"How long do you think we"d better stay here?" asked Robert, his eager soul anxious to be on again.
"Patience! patience, my lad," replied Willet. "It"s one thing that you"ll have to practice. We don"t want to run squarely into De Courcelles, Tandakora and their band, and meanwhile we"re very comfortable here, gathering strength. Look at Tayoga there and learn from him. If need be he could lie in the same place a week and be happy."
"I hope the need will not come," laughed the Onondaga.
Robert felt the truth of Willet"s words, and he put restraint upon himself, resolved that he would not be the first to propose the new start. He had finished breakfast and he lay on his elbow gazing up through the green tracery of the bushes at the sky. It was a wonderful sky, a deep, soft, velvet blue, and it tinted the woods with glorious and kindly hues. It seemed strange to Robert, at the moment, that a forest so beautiful should bristle with danger, but he knew it too well to allow its softness and air of innocence to deceive him.
It was almost the middle of the morning when Willet gave the word to renew the march, and they soon saw they had extreme need of caution.
Evidence that warriors had pa.s.sed was all about them. Now and then they saw the faint imprint of a moccasin. Twice they found little painted feathers that had fallen from a headdress or a scalplock, and once Tayoga saw a red bead lying in the gra.s.s where it had dropped, perhaps, from a legging.
"We shall have to pa.s.s by Tandakora"s band and perhaps other bands in the night," said Tayoga.
"It"s possible, too," said Willet, "that they know we"re on our way to the fort, and may try to stop us. Our critical time will soon be at hand."
They listened throughout the afternoon for the signals that bands might make to one another, but heard nothing. Willet, in truth, was not surprised.
"Silence will serve them best," he said, "and they"ll send runners from band to band. Still, if they do give signals we want to know it."
"There is a river, narrow but deep, about five miles ahead," said Tayoga, "and we"ll have to cross it on our way to the fort. I think it is there that Tandakora will await us."
"It"s pretty sure to be the place," said Willet. "Do you know where there"s a ford, Tayoga?"
"There is none."
"Then we"ll have to swim for it. That"s bad. But you say it"s a narrow stream?"
"Yes, Great Bear. Two minutes would carry us across it."
"Then we must find some place for the fording where the trees lean over from either side and the shadow is deep."
Tayoga nodded, and, after that, they advanced in silence, redoubling their caution as they drew near to the river. The night was not so bright as the one that had just gone before, but it furnished sufficient light for wary and watching warriors to see their figures at a considerable distance, and, now and then, they stopped to search the thickets with their own eyes. No wind blew, their footsteps made no sound and the intense stillness of the forest wove itself into the texture of Robert"s mind. His extraordinary fancy peopled it with phantoms. There was a warrior in every bush, but, secure in the comradeship of his two great friends, he went on without fear.
"There is no signal," whispered Tayoga at last. "They do not even imitate the cry of bird or beast, and it proves one thing, Great Bear."
"So it does, Tayoga."
"You know as well as I do, Great Bear, that they make no sound because they have set the trap, and they do not wish to alarm the game which they expect to walk into it."
"Even so, Tayoga. Our minds travel in the same channel."
"But the game is suspicious, nevertheless," continued Tayoga in his precise school English, "and the trap will not fall."
"No, Tayoga, it won"t fall, because the game won"t walk into it."
"Tandakora will suffer great disappointment. He is a mighty hunter and he has hunted mighty game, but the game that he hunts now is more wary than the stag or the bear, and has greater power to strike back than either."
"Well spoken, Tayoga."
The hunter and the Onondaga looked at each other in the dark and laughed. Their spirits were as wild as the wilderness, and they were enjoying the prospect of the Ojibway"s empty trap. Robert laughed with them. Already in his eager mind success was achieved and the crossing was made. After a while he saw dim silver through the trees, and he knew they had come to the river. Then the three sank down and approached inch by inch, sure that De Courcelles, Tandakora and their forces would be watching on the other side.
CHAPTER II
THE KINDLY BRIDGE
The thicket in which the three lay was of low but dense bushes, with high gra.s.s growing wherever the sun could reach it. In the gra.s.s tiny wild flowers, purple, blue and white were in bloom, and Robert inhaled their faint odor as he crouched, watching for the enemy who sought his life. It was a forest scene, the beauty of which would have pleased him at any other time, nor was he wholly unconscious of it now. The river itself, as Tayoga had stated, was narrow. At some points it did not seem to be more than ten or fifteen yards across, but it flowed in a slow, heavy current, showing depths below. Nor could he see, looking up and down the stream, any prospect of a ford.
Robert"s gaze moved in an eager quest along the far sh.o.r.e, but he detected no sign of Tandakora, the Frenchman or their men. Yet he felt that Tayoga and Willet were right and that foes were on watch there. It was inevitable, because it was just the place where they could wait best for the three. Nevertheless he asked, though it was merely to confirm his own belief.
"Do you think they"re in the brush, Dave?"
"Not a doubt of it, Robert," the hunter whispered back. "They haven"t seen us yet, but they hope to do so soon."
"And we also, who haven"t seen them yet, hope to do so soon."
"Aye, Robert, that"s the fact. Ah, I think I catch a glimpse of them now. Tayoga, wouldn"t you say that the reflection in the big green bush across the river is caused by a moonbeam falling on a burnished rifle barrel?"
"Not a doubt of it, Great Bear. Now, I see the rifle itself! And now I see the hands that hold it. The hands belong to a live warrior, an Ojibway, or a Pottowattomie. He is kneeling, waiting for a shot, if he should find anything to shoot at."
"I see him, too, Tayoga, and there are three more warriors just beyond him. It"s certainly the band of Tandakora and De Courcelles, and they"ve set a beautiful trap for three who will not come into it."
"It is so, Great Bear. One may build a splendid bear trap but of what use is it if the bear stays away?"
"But what are we to do?" asked Robert. "We can"t cross in the face of such a force."
"We"ll go down the stream," replied Willet, "keeping hidden, of course, in the thickets, and look for a chance to pa.s.s. Of course, they"ve sent men in both directions along the bank, but we may go farther than any of them."
He led the way, and they went cautiously through the thickets two or three miles, all the time intently watching the other sh.o.r.e. Twice they saw Indian sentinels on watch, and knew that they could not risk the pa.s.sage. Finally they stopped and waited a full two hours in the thickets, the contest becoming one of patience.
Meanwhile the night was absolutely silent. The wind was dead, and the leaves hung straight down. The deep, slow current of the river, although flowing between narrow banks, made no noise, and Robert"s mind, colored by the conditions of the moment, began to believe that the enemy had gone away. It was impossible for them to wait so long for foresters whom they did not see and who might never come. Then he dismissed imagination and impression, and turned with a wrench to his judgment. He knew enough of the warriors of the wilderness to know that n.o.body could wait longer than they. Patience was one of the chief commodities of savage life, because their habits were not complex, and all the time in the world was theirs.