"Wetzel, listen;" his voice was low and shaken with deep feeling. "I am a teacher of G.o.d"s word, and I am as earnest in that purpose as you are in your life-work. I shall die here; I shall fill an unmarked grave; but I shall have done the best I could. This is the life destiny has marked out for me, and I will live it as best I may; but in this moment, preacher as I am, I would give all I have or hope to have, all the little good I may have done, all my life, to be such a man as you. For I would avenge the woman I loved. To torture, to kill Girty! I am only a poor, weak fellow who would be lost a mile from this village, and if not, would fall before the youngest brave. But you with your glorious strength, your incomparable woodcraft, you are the man to kill Girty. Rid the frontier of this fiend. Kill him! Wetzel, kill him! I beseech you for the sake of some sweet girl who even now may be on her way to this terrible country, and who may fall into Girty"s power--for her sake, Wetzel, kill him. Trail him like a bloodhound, and when you find him remember my broken heart, remember Nell, remember, oh, G.o.d!
remember poor Kate!"
Young"s voice broke into dry sobs. He had completely exhausted himself, so that he was forced to lean against the tree for support.
Wetzel spoke never a word. He stretched out his long, brawny arm and gripped the young missionary"s shoulder. His fingers clasped hard.
Simple, without words as the action was, it could not have been more potent. And then, as he stood, the softer look faded slowly from his face. A ripple seemed to run over his features, which froze, as it subsided, into a cold, stone rigidity.
His arm dropped; he stepped past the tree, and, bounding lightly as a deer, cleared the creek and disappeared in the bushes.
Mr. Wells carried Nell to his cabin where she lay for hours with wan face and listless languor. She swallowed the nourishing drink an old Indian nurse forced between her teeth; she even smiled weakly when the missionaries spoke to her; but she said nothing nor seemed to rally from her terrible shock. A dark shadow lay always before her, conscious of nothing present, living over again her frightful experience. Again she seemed sunk in dull apathy.
"Dave, we"re going to loose Nell. She"s fading slowly," said George, one evening, several days after the girl"s return. "Wetzel said she was unharmed, yet she seems to have received a hurt more fatal than a physical one. It"s her mind--her mind. If we cannot brighten her up to make her forget, she"ll die."
"We"ve done all within our power. If she could only be brought out of this trance! She lies there all day long with those staring eyes.
I can"t look into them. They are the eyes of a child who has seen murder."
"We must try in some way to get her out of this stupor, and I have an idea. Have you noticed that Mr. Wells has failed very much in the last few weeks?"
"Indeed I have, and I"m afraid he"s breaking down. He has grown so thin, eats very little, and doesn"t sleep. He is old, you know, and, despite his zeal, this border life is telling on him."
"Dave, I believe he knows it. Poor, earnest old man! He never says a word about himself, yet he must know he is going down hill. Well, we all begin, sooner or later, that descent which ends in the grave. I believe we might stir Nellie by telling her Mr. Wells" health is breaking."
"Let us try."
A hurried knock on the door interrupted their conversation.
"Come in," said Edwards.
The door opened to admit a man, who entered eagerly.
"Jim! Jim!" exclaimed both missionaries, throwing themselves upon the newcomer.
It was, indeed, Jim, but no answering smile lighted his worn, distressed face while he wrung his friends" hands.
"You"re not hurt?" asked Dave.
"No, I"m uninjured."
"Tell us all. Did you escape? Did you see your brother? Did you know Wetzel rescued Nell?"
"Wingenund set me free in spite of many demands for my death. He kept Joe a prisoner, and intends to kill him, for the lad was Wetzel"s companion. I saw the hunter come into the glade where we camped, break through the line of fighting Indians and carry Nell off."
"Kate?" faltered Young, with ashen face.
"George, I wish to G.o.d I could tell you she is dead," answered Jim, nervously pacing the room. "But she was well when I last saw her.
She endured the hard journey better than either Nell or I. Girty did not carry her into the encampment, as Silvertip did Joe and me, but the renegade left us on the outskirts of the Delaware town. There was a rocky ravine with dense undergrowth where he disappeared with his captive. I suppose he has his den somewhere in that ravine."
George sank down and buried his face in his arms; neither movement nor sound betokened consciousness.
"Has Wetzel come in with Nell? Joe said he had a cave where he might have taken her in case of illness or accident."
"Yes, he brought her back," answered Edwards, slowly.
"I want to see her," said Jim, his haggard face expressing a keen anxiety. "She"s not wounded? hurt? ill?"
"No, nothing like that. It"s a shock which she can"t get over, can"t forget."
"I must see her," cried Jim, moving toward the door.
"Don"t go," replied Dave, detaining him. "Wait. We must see what"s best to be done. Wait till Heckewelder comes. He"ll be here soon.
Nell thinks you"re dead, and the surprise might be bad for her."
Heckewelder came in at that moment, and shook hands warmly with Jim.
"The Delaware runner told me you were here. I am overjoyed that Wingenund freed you," said the missionary. "It is a most favorable sign. I have heard rumors from Goshocking and Sandusky that have worried me. This good news more than offsets the bad. I am sorry about your brother. Are you well?"
"Well, but miserable. I want to see Nell. Dave tells me she is not exactly ill, but something is wrong with her. Perhaps I ought not to see her just yet."
"It"ll be exactly the tonic for her," replied Heckewelder. "She"ll be surprised out of herself. She is morbid, apathetic, and, try as we may, we can"t interest her. Come at once."
Heckewelder had taken Jim"s arm and started for the door when he caught sight of Young, sitting bowed and motionless. Turning to Jim he whispered:
"Kate?"
"Girty did not take her into the encampment," answered Jim, in a low voice. "I hoped he would, because the Indians are kind, but he didn"t. He took her to his den."
Just then Young raised his face. The despair in it would have melted a heart of stone. It had become the face of an old man.
"If only you"d told me she had died," he said to Jim, "I"d have been man enough to stand it, but--this--this kills me--I can"t breathe!"
He staggered into the adjoining room, where he flung himself upon a bed.
"It"s hard, and he won"t be able to stand up under it, for he"s not strong," whispered Jim.
Heckewelder was a mild, pious man, in whom no one would ever expect strong pa.s.sion; but now depths were stirred within his heart that had ever been tranquil. He became livid, and his face was distorted with rage.
"It"s bad enough to have these renegades plotting and working against our religion; to have them sow discontent, spread lies, make the Indians think we have axes to grind, to plant the only obstacle in our path--all this is bad; but to doom an innocent white woman to worse than death! What can I call it!"
"What can we do?" asked Jim.
"Do? That"s the worst of it. We can do nothing, nothing. We dare not move."
"Is there no hope of getting Kate back?"
"Hope? None. That villain is surrounded by his savages. He"ll lie low now for a while. I"ve heard of such deeds many a time, but it never before came so close home. Kate Wells was a pure, loving Christian woman. She"ll live an hour, a day, a week, perhaps, in that snake"s clutches, and then she"ll die. Thank G.o.d!"
"Wetzel has gone on Girty"s trail. I know that from his manner when he left us," said Edwards.