"But can they do this?" I inquired, doubting the possibility of our enemies being able to effect their purpose in that way; "can we not bear the smoke?"
"Bar it! Yur green, young fellur. Do "ee know what sort o" brush thur a-toatin" yander?"
"No," said I; "what is it?"
"It ur the stink-plant, then; an" the stinkinest plant "ee ever smelt, I reckin. The smoke o" it ud choke a skunk out o" a persimmon log. I tell "ee, young "un, we"ll eyther be smoked out or smothered whur we are; an" this child hain"t fit Injun for thirty yeern or better, to go under that a way. When it gets to its wurst I"m a-gwine to make a rush.
That"s what I"m a-gwine ter do, young fellur."
"But how?" I asked, hurriedly; "how shall we act then?"
"How? Yur game to the toes, ain"t "ee?"
"I am willing to fight to the last."
"Wal, than, hyur"s how, an" the only how: when they"ve raised the smoke so that they can"t see us a-comin", we"ll streak it out among "em. You hev the pistol, an" kin go fo"most. Shoot every niggur that clutches at ye, an" run like blazes! I"ll foller clost on yur heels. If we kin oncest git through the thick o" "em, we mout make the brush, an" creep under it to the big caves on t"other side. Them caves jines one another, an" we mout dodge them thur. I seed the time this "c.o.o.n kud "a run a bit, but these hyur jeints ain"t as soople as they wur oncest. We kin try neverthemless; an" mind, young fellur, it"s our only chance: do "ee hear?"
I promised to follow the directions that my never-despairing companion had given me.
"They won"t get old Rube"s scalp yit, they won"t. He! he! he!"
I turned towards him. The man was actually laughing at this wild and strangely-timed jest. It was awful to hear him.
Several armfuls of brush were now thrown into the mouth of the cave. I saw that it was the creosote plant, the ideodondo.
It was thrown upon the still blazing torch, and soon caught, sending up a thick, black smoke. More was piled on; and the fetid vapour, impelled by some influence from without, began to reach our nostrils and lungs, causing an almost instantaneous feeling of sickness and suffocation. I could not have borne it long. I did not stay to try how long, for at that moment I heard Rube crying out--
"Now"s your time, young fellur! Out, and gi" them fits!"
With a feeling of desperate resolve, I clutched my pistol and dashed through the smoking brushwood. I heard a wild and deafening shout. I saw a crowd of men--of fiends. I saw spears, and tomahawks, and red knives raised, and--
CHAPTER FORTY NINE.
A NOVEL MODE OF EQUITATION.
When consciousness returned, I found that I was lying on the ground, and my dog, the innocent cause of my captivity, was licking my face. I could not have been long senseless, for the savages were still gesticulating violently around me. One was waving them back. I recognised him. It was Dacoma!
The chief uttered a short harangue that seemed to quiet the warriors. I could not tell what he said, but I heard him use frequently the word Quetzalcoatl. I knew that this was the name of their G.o.d, but I did not understand, at the time, what the saving of my life could have to do with him.
I thought that Dacoma was protecting me from some feeling of pity or grat.i.tude, and I endeavoured to recollect whether I had shown him any special act of kindness during his captivity. I had sadly mistaken the motives of that splendid savage.
My head felt sore. Had they scalped me? With the thought I raised my hand, pa.s.sing it over my crown. No. My favourite brown curls were still there; but there was a deep cut along the back of my head--the dent of a tomahawk. I had been struck from behind as I came out, and before I could fire a single bullet.
Where was Rube? I raised myself a little and looked around. He was not to be seen anywhere.
Had he escaped, as he intended? No; it would have been impossible for any man, with only a knife, to have fought his way through so many.
Moreover, I did not observe any commotion among the savages, as if an enemy had escaped them. None seemed to have gone off from the spot.
What then had--? Ha! I now understood, in its proper sense, Rube"s jest about his scalp. It was not a _double-entendre_, but a _mot_ of triple ambiguity.
The trapper, instead of following me, had remained quietly in his den, where, no doubt, he was at that moment watching me, his scapegoat, and chuckling at his own escape.
The Indians, never dreaming that there were two of us in the cave, and satisfied that it was now empty, made no further attempts to smoke it.
I was not likely to undeceive them. I knew that Rube"s death or capture could not have benefited me; but I could not help reflecting on the strange stratagem by which the old fox had saved himself.
I was not allowed much time for reflection. Two of the savages, seizing me by the arms, dragged me up to the still blazing ruin. On, heavens!
was it for this Dacoma had saved me from their tomahawks? for this, the most cruel of deaths!
They proceeded to tie me hand and foot. Several others were around, submitting to the same treatment. I recognised Sanchez the bull-fighter, and the red-haired Irishman. There were three others of the band, whose names I had never learnt.
We were in an open s.p.a.ce in front of the burning ranche. We could see all that was going on.
The Indians were clearing it of the fallen and charred timbers to get at the bodies of their friends. I watched their proceeding"s with less interest, as I now knew that Seguin was not there.
It was a horrid spectacle when the rubbish was cleared away, laying bare the floor of the ruin. More than a dozen bodies lay upon it, half-baked, half-roasted! Their dresses were burned off; but by the parts that remained still intact from the fire, we could easily recognise to what party each had belonged. The greater number of them were Navajoes. There were also the bodies of hunters smoking inside their cindery shirts. I thought of Garey; but, as far as I could judge, he was not among them.
There were no scalps for the Indians to take. The fire had been before them, and had not left a hair upon the heads of their dead foemen.
Seemingly mortified at this, they lifted the bodies of the hunters, and tossed them once more into the flames that were still blazing up from the piled rafters. They gathered the knives, pistols, and tomahawks that lay among the ashes; and carrying what remained of their own people out of the ruin, placed them in front. They then stood around them in a circle, and with loud voices chanted a chorus of vengeance.
During all this proceeding we lay where we had been thrown, guarded by a dozen savages. We were filled with fearful apprehensions. We saw the fire still blazing, and we saw that the bodies of our late comrades had been thrown upon it. We dreaded a similar fate for our own.
But we soon found that we were reserved for some other purpose. Six mules were brought up, and upon these we were mounted in a novel fashion. We were first set astride on the bare backs, with our faces turned tailwards. Our feet were then drawn under the necks of the animals, where our ankles were closely corded together. We were next compelled to bend down our bodies until we lay along the backs of the mules, our chins resting on their rumps. In this position our arms were drawn down until our hands met underneath, where they were tied tightly by the wrists.
The att.i.tude was painful; and to add to this, our mules, not used to be thus packed, kicked and plunged over the ground, to the great mirth of our captors.
This cruel sport was kept up even after the mules themselves had got tired of it, by the savages p.r.i.c.king the animals with their spears, and placing branches of the cactus under their tails. We were fainting when it ended.
Our captors now divided themselves into two parties, and started up the barranca, taking opposite sides. One went with the Mexican captives and the girls and children of the tribe. The larger party, under Dacoma-- now head chief, for the other had been killed in the conflict--guarded us.
We were carried up that side on which was the spring, and, arriving at the water, were halted for the night. We were taken off the mules and securely tied to one another, our guard watching us without intermission till morning. We were then packed as before and carried westward across the desert.
CHAPTER FIFTY.
A FAST DYE.
After a four days" journey, painful even to be remembered, we re-entered the valley of Navajoa. The other captives, along with the great caballada, had arrived before us; and we saw the plundered cattle scattered over the plain.
As we approached the town, we were met by crowds of women and children, far more than we had seen on our former visit. These were guests, who had come in from other villages of the Navajoes that lay farther to the north. They were there to witness the triumphant return of the warriors, and partake of the great feast that always follows a successful foray.
I noticed many white faces among them, with features of the Iberian race. They had been captives; they were now the wives of warriors.
They were dressed like the others, and seemed to partic.i.p.ate in the general joy. They, like Seguin"s daughter, had been Indianised.
There were many Mestizoes, half-bloods, the descendants of Indians and their Mexican captives, the offspring of many a Sabine wedding.