"Why don"t some one kill him?" was Joe"s sharp question.
"Easier said than done, lad. Jim Girty is a white traitor, but he"s a cunnin" an" fierce redskin in his ways an" life. He knows the woods as a crow does, an" keeps outer sight "cept when he"s least expected. Then ag"in, he"s got Simon Girty, his brother, an" almost the whole redskin tribe behind him. Injuns stick close to a white man that has turned ag"inst his own people, an" Jim Girty hain"t ever been ketched. Howsumever, I heard last trip thet he"d been tryin" some of his tricks round Fort Henry, an" thet Wetzel is on his trail. Wal, if it"s so thet Lew Wetzel is arter him, I wouldn"t give a pinch o" powder fer the white-redskin"s chances of a long life."
No one spoke, and Jeff, after knocking the ashes from his pipe, went down to the raft, returning shortly afterward with his blanket. This he laid down and rolled himself in it. Presently from under his c.o.o.n-skin cap came the words:
"Wal, I"ve turned in, an" I advise ye all to do the same."
All save Joe and Nell acted on Jeff"s suggestion. For a long time the young couple sat close together on the bank, gazing at the moonlight on the river.
The night was perfect. A cool wind fanned the dying embers of the fire and softly stirred the leaves. Earlier in the evening a single frog had voiced his protest against the loneliness; but now his dismal croak was no longer heard. A snipe, belated in his feeding, ran along the sandy sh.o.r.e uttering his tweet-tweet, and his little cry, breaking in so softly on the silence, seemed only to make more deeply felt the great vast stillness of the night.
Joe"s arm was around Nell. She had demurred at first, but he gave no heed to her slight resistance, and finally her head rested against his shoulder. There was no need of words.
Joe had a pleasurable sense of her nearness, and there was a delight in the fragrance of her hair as it waved against his cheek; but just then love was not uppermost in his mind. All day he had been silent under the force of an emotion which he could not a.n.a.lyze. Some power, some feeling in which the thought of Nell had no share, was drawing him with irresistible strength. Nell had just begun to surrender to him in the sweetness of her pa.s.sion; and yet even with that knowledge knocking reproachfully at his heart, he could not help being absorbed in the shimmering water, in the dark reflection of the trees, the gloom and shadow of the forest.
Presently he felt her form relax in his arms; then her soft regular breathing told him she had fallen asleep and he laughed low to himself. How she would pout on the morrow when he teased her about it! Then, realizing that she was tired with her long day"s journey, he reproached himself for keeping her from the needed rest, and instantly decided to carry her to the raft. Yet such was the novelty of the situation that he yielded to its charm, and did not go at once. The moonlight found bright threads in her wavy hair; it shone caressingly on her quiet face, and tried to steal under the downcast lashes.
Joe made a movement to rise with her, when she muttered indistinctly as if speaking to some one. He remembered then she had once told him that she talked in her sleep, and how greatly it annoyed her. He might hear something more with which to tease her; so he listened.
"Yes--uncle--I will go--Kate, we must--go..."
Another interval of silence, then more murmurings. He distinguished his own name, and presently she called clearly, as if answering some inward questioner.
"I--love him--yes--I love Joe--he has mastered me. Yet I wish he were--like Jim--Jim who looked at me--so--with his deep eyes--and I... ."
Joe lifted her as if she were a baby, and carrying her down to the raft, gently laid her by her sleeping sister.
The innocent words which he should not have heard were like a blow.
What she would never have acknowledged in her waking hours had been revealed in her dreams. He recalled the glance of Jim"s eyes as it had rested on Nell many times that day, and now these things were most significant.
He found at the end of the island a great, mossy stone. On this he climbed, and sat where the moonlight streamed upon him. Gradually that cold bitterness died out from his face, as it pa.s.sed from his heart, and once more he became engrossed in the silver sheen on the water, the lapping of the waves on the pebbly beach, and in that speaking, mysterious silence of the woods.
When the first faint rays of red streaked over the eastern hill-tops, and the river mist arose from the water in a vapory cloud, Jeff Lynn rolled out of his blanket, stretched his long limbs, and gave a hearty call to the morning. His cheerful welcome awakened all the voyagers except Joe, who had spent the night in watching and the early morning in fishing.
"Wal, I"ll be darned," e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Jeff as he saw Joe. "Up afore me, an" ketched a string of fish."
"What are they?" asked Joe, holding up several bronze-backed fish.
"Ba.s.s--black ba.s.s, an" thet big feller is a lammin" hefty "un. How"d ye ketch "em?"
"I fished for them."
"Wal, so it "pears," growled Jeff, once more reluctantly yielding to his admiration for the lad. "How"d ye wake up so early?"
"I stayed up all night. I saw three deer swim from the mainland, but nothing else came around."
"Try yer hand at cleanin" "em fer breakfast," continued Jeff, beginning to busy himself with preparations for that meal. "Wal, wal, if he ain"t surprisin"! He"ll do somethin" out here on the frontier, sure as I"m a born sinner," he muttered to himself, wagging his head in his quaint manner.
Breakfast over, Jeff transferred the horses to the smaller raft, which he had cut loose from his own, and, giving a few directions to Bill, started down-stream with Mr. Wells and the girls.
The rafts remained close together for a while, but as the current quickened and was more skillfully taken advantage of by Jeff, the larger raft gained considerable headway, gradually widening the gap between the two.
All day they drifted. From time to time Joe and Jim waved their hands to the girls; but the greater portion of their attention was given to quieting the horses. Mose, Joe"s big white dog, retired in disgust to the hut, where he watched and dozed by turns. He did not fancy this kind of voyaging. Bill strained his st.u.r.dy arms all day on the steering-oar.
About the middle of the afternoon Joe observed that the hills grew more rugged and precipitous, and the river ran faster. He kept a constant lookout for the wall of rock which marked the point of danger. When the sun had disappeared behind the hills, he saw ahead a gray rock protruding from the green foliage. It was ponderous, overhanging, and seemed to frown down on the river. This was Shawnee Rock. Joe looked long at the cliff, and wondered if there was now an Indian scout hidden behind the pines that skirted the edge.
Prominent on the top of the bluff a large, dead tree projected its h.o.a.ry, twisted branches.
Bill evidently saw the landmark, for he stopped in his monotonous walk to and fro across the raft, and pushing his oar amidships he looked ahead for the other raft. The figure of the tall frontiersman could be plainly seen as he labored at the helm.
The raft disappeared round a bend, and as it did so Joe saw a white scarf waved by Nell.
Bill worked the clumsy craft over toward the right sh.o.r.e where the current was more rapid. He pushed with all his strength, and when the oar had reached its widest sweep, he lifted it and ran back across the raft for another push. Joe scanned the river ahead. He saw no rapids; only rougher water whirling over some rocks. They were where the channel narrowed and ran close to the right-hand bank. Under a willow-flanked ledge was a sand-bar. To Joe there seemed nothing hazardous in drifting through this pa.s.s.
"Bad place ahead," said Bill, observing Joe"s survey of the river.
"It doesn"t look so," replied Joe.
"A raft ain"t a boat. We could pole a boat. You has to hev water to float logs, an" the river"s run out considerable. I"m only afeerd fer the horses. If we hit or drag, they might plunge around a bit."
When the raft pa.s.sed into the head of the bend it struck the rocks several times, but finally gained the channel safely, and everything seemed propitious for an easy pa.s.sage.
But, greatly to Bill"s surprise, the wide craft was caught directly in the channel, and swung round so that the steering-oar pointed toward the opposite sh.o.r.e. The water roared a foot deep over the logs.
"Hold hard on the horses!" yelled Bill. "Somethin"s wrong. I never seen a snag here."
The straining ma.s.s of logs, insecurely fastened together, rolled and then pitched loose again, but the short delay had been fatal to the steering apparatus.
Joe would have found keen enjoyment in the situation, had it not been for his horse, Lance. The thoroughbred was difficult to hold.
As Bill was making strenuous efforts to get in a lucky stroke of the oar, he failed to see a long length of grapevine floating like a brown snake of the water below. In the excitement they heeded not the barking of Mose. Nor did they see the grapevine straighten and become taut just as they drifted upon it; but they felt the raft strike and hold on some submerged object. It creaked and groaned and the foamy water surged, gurgling, between the logs.
Jim"s mare snorted with terror, and rearing high, pulled her halter loose and plunged into the river. But Jim still held her, at risk of being drawn overboard.
"Let go! She"ll drag you in!" yelled Joe, grasping him with his free hand. Lance trembled violently and strained at the rope, which his master held with a strong grip.
CRACK!
The stinging report of a rifle rang out above the splashing of the water.
Without a cry, Bill"s grasp on the oar loosened; he fell over it limply, his head striking the almost submerged log. A dark-red fluid colored the water; then his body slipped over the oar and into the river, where it sank.
"My G.o.d! Shot!" cried Jim, in horrified tones.
He saw a puff of white smoke rising above the willows. Then the branches parted, revealing the dark forms of several Indian warriors. From the rifle in the foremost savage"s hand a slight veil of smoke rose. With the leap of a panther the redskin sprang from the strip of sand to the raft.
"Hold, Jim! Drop that ax! We"re caught!" cried Joe.