"Good for anything," answered Joe, with that coolness Wetzel had been quick to observe in him.
The hunter cast a sharp glance at the lad"s haggard face, his bruised temple, and his hair matted with blood. In that look he read Joe thoroughly. Had the young man known the result of that scrutiny, he would have been pleased as well as puzzled, for the hunter had said to himself: "A brave lad, an" the border fever"s on him."
"Swim close to me," said Wetzel, and he plunged into the river. The task was accomplished without accident.
"See the big cabin, thar, on the hillside? Thar"s Colonel Zane in the door," said Wetzel.
As they neared the building several men joined the one who had been pointed out as the colonel. It was evident the boys were the subject of their conversation. Presently Zane left the group and came toward them. The brothers saw a handsome, stalwart man, in the prime of life.
"Well, Lew, what luck?" he said to Wetzel.
"Not much. I treed five Injuns, an" two got away," answered the hunter as he walked toward the fort.
"Lads, welcome to Fort Henry," said Colonel Zane, a smile lighting his dark face. "The others of your party arrived safely. They certainly will be overjoyed to see you."
"Colonel Zane, I had a letter from my uncle to you," replied Jim; "but the Indians took that and everything else we had with us."
"Never mind the letter. I knew your uncle, and your father, too.
Come into the house and change those wet clothes. And you, my lad, have got an ugly knock on the head. Who gave you that?"
"Jim Girty."
"What?" exclaimed the colonel.
"Jim Girty did that. He was with a party of Delawares who ran across us. They were searching for Wetzel."
"Girty with the Delawares! The devil"s to pay now. And you say hunting Wetzel? I must learn more about this. It looks bad. But tell me, how did Girty come to strike you?"
"I pulled his nose."
"You did? Good! Good!" cried Colonel Zane, heartily. "By George, that"s great! Tell me--but wait until you are more comfortable. Your packs came safely on Jeff"s raft, and you will find them inside."
As Joe followed the colonel he heard one of the other men say:
"Like as two peas in a pod."
Farther on he saw an Indian standing a little apart from the others.
Hearing Joe"s slight exclamation of surprise, he turned, disclosing a fine, manly countenance, characterized by calm dignity. The Indian read the boy"s thought.
"Ugh! Me friend," he said in English.
"That"s my Shawnee guide, Tomepomehala. He"s a good fellow, although Jonathan and Wetzel declare the only good Indian is a dead one. Come right in here. There are your packs, and you"ll find water outside the door."
Thus saying, Colonel Zane led the brothers into a small room, brought out their packs, and left them. He came back presently with a couple of soft towels.
"Now you lads fix up a bit; then come out and meet my family and tell us all about your adventure. By that time dinner will be ready."
"Geminy! Don"t that towel remind you of home?" said Joe, when the colonel had gone. "From the looks of things, Colonel Zane means to have comfort here in the wilderness. He struck me as being a fine man."
The boys were indeed glad to change the few articles of clothing the Indians had left them, and when they were shaved and dressed they presented an entirely different appearance. Once more they were twin brothers, in costume and feature. Joe contrived, by brushing his hair down on his forehead, to conceal the discolored b.u.mp.
"I think I saw a charming girl," observed Joe.
"Suppose you did--what then?" asked Jim, severely.
"Why--nothing--see here, mayn"t I admire a pretty girl if I want?"
"No, you may not. Joe, will nothing ever cure you? I should think the thought of Miss Wells---"
"Look here, Jim; she don"t care--at least, it"s very little she cares. And I"m--I"m not worthy of her."
"Turn around here and face me," said the young minister sharply.
Joe turned and looked in his brother"s eyes.
"Have you trifled with her, as you have with so many others? Tell me. I know you don"t lie."
"No."
"Then what do you mean?"
"Nothing much, Jim, except I"m really not worthy of her. I"m no good, you know, and she ought to get a fellow like--like you."
"Absurd! You ought to be ashamed of yourself."
"Never mind me. See here; don"t you admire her?"
"Why--why, yes," stammered Jim, flushing a dark, guilty red at the direct question. "Who could help admiring her?"
"That"s what I thought. And I know she admires you for qualities which I lack. Nell"s like a tender vine just beginning to creep around and cling to something strong. She cares for me; but her love is like the vine. It may hurt her a little to tear that love away, but it won"t kill her; and in the end it will be best for her. You need a good wife. What could I do with a woman? Go in and win her, Jim."
"Joe, you"re sacrificing yourself again for me," cried Jim, white to the lips. "It"s wrong to yourself and wrong to her. I tell you---"
"Enough!" Joe"s voice cut in cold and sharp. "Usually you influence me; but sometimes you can"t; I say this: Nell will drift into your arms as surely as the leaf falls. It will not hurt her--will be best for her. Remember, she is yours for the winning."
"You do not say whether that will hurt you," whispered Jim.
"Come--we"ll find Colonel Zane," said Joe, opening the door.
They went out in the hallway which opened into the yard as well as the larger room through which the colonel had first conducted them.
As Jim, who was in advance, pa.s.sed into this apartment a trim figure entered from the yard. It was Nell, and she ran directly against him. Her face was flushed, her eyes were beaming with gladness, and she seemed the incarnation of girlish joy.
"Oh, Joe," was all she whispered. But the happiness and welcome in that whisper could never have been better expressed in longer speech. Then slightly, ever so slightly, she tilted her sweet face up to his.
It all happened with the quickness of thought. In a single instant Jim saw the radiant face, the outstretched hands, and heard the glad whisper. He knew that she had a again mistaken him for Joe; but for his life he could not draw back his head. He had kissed her, and even as his lips thrilled with her tremulous caress he flushed with the shame of his deceit.
"You"re mistaken again--I"m Jim," he whispered.
For a moment they stood staring into each other"s eyes, slowly awakening to what had really happened, slowly conscious of a sweet, alluring power. Then Colonel Zane"s cheery voice rang in their ears.