Yet he was pa.s.sing through an agony of heart and mind such as few men are submitted to. Rosebud had gone, vanished, and no one could answer the question that was forever in his mind. He had looked for her return when Joe Smith"s party came in, only to be confounded by the fact that she had not even been seen by them. That night he had risked everything for her.
He scouted till dawn, visiting Wanaha"s hut, but only to find it deserted.
Finally he returned to the farm, a broken-hearted man, bitter with the reflection that he alone was to blame for what had happened.
The girl"s loss cast a terrible gloom over the whole fort. It was only her sense of responsibility which saved Ma from breaking down altogether. Rube said not a word, but, like Seth, he perhaps suffered the more.
It was on the seventh day that a curious change came over the situation.
At first it was greeted with delight, but after the novelty had pa.s.sed, a grave suspicion grew in the minds of the worn and weary defenders. There was not a shot fired. The enemy had withdrawn to their distant camps, and a heavy peace prevailed. But the move was so unaccountable that all sought the reason of it.
Counsel was taken by the heads of the defence, and the feeling of uneasiness grew. The more experienced conceived it to be the herald of a final, overwhelming onslaught. The younger preferred optimistic views, which they found unconvincing. However, every one took care that advantage was taken of the respite.
Seth had his supper in one of the upper rooms in company with Parker and Nevil Steyne. He sat at the open window watching, watching with eyes straining and nerves painfully alert. Others might rest, he could not, dared not.
The sun dipped below the horizon. The brief spring twilight changed from gold to gray. A footstep sounded outside the door of the room where the three men were sitting. A moment later Mrs. Rickards came in. Rosebud"s cousin had changed considerably in those seven days. Her ample proportions were shrunken. Her face was less round, but had gained in character. The education of a lifetime had been crowded into the past week for her. And it had roused a spirit within her bosom, the presence of which she had not even suspected.
"Rube wants you, Seth," she announced. "He"s on the north side of the stockade. It"s something particular, I think," she added. "That"s why he asked me to tell you."
With a few words of thanks, Seth accompanied her from the room and moved down-stairs. It was on their way down that Mrs. Rickards laid a hand, already work-worn, upon the man"s arm.
"They"re advancing again. Seth, shall we get out of this trouble?"
The question was asked without any expression of fear, and the man knew that the woman wanted a plain, truthful answer.
"It don"t seem like it," he answered quietly.
"Yet, I kind o" notion we shall." Then after a pause he asked, "What"s your work now?"
"The wounded."
"Ah! Did you ever fire a gun, ma"am?"
"No."
"Have you a notion to try?"
"If necessary."
"Mebbe it"s going to be."
"You can count on me."
Wondering at the change in this Englishwoman, her companion left her to join Rube.
He found the whole garrison agog with excitement and alarm. There was a large gathering at the north side of the stockade, behind the barn and outbuildings. Even in the swift falling darkness it was evident that a big move was going on in the distant Indian camps. Nor did it take long to convince everybody that the move was in the nature of an advance.
After a long and earnest scrutiny through a pair of old field-gla.s.ses, Seth, followed by Rube, made a round of the fortifications. The movement was going on in every direction, and he knew that by morning, at any rate, they would have to confront a grand a.s.sault. He had completed the round, and was in the midst of discussing the necessary preparations with Rube, still examining the outlook through the gla.s.ses, when suddenly he broke off with a sharp e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n. The next moment he turned to the old man below him.
"Take these gla.s.ses, Rube," he said rapidly, "an" stay right here. Guess I"m goin" to drop over. I"ll be back in awhiles. There"s somethin" movin"
among the gra.s.s within gunshot."
With a cheery "aye," Rube clambered to the top of the stockade as the younger man disappeared on the other side.
Seth landed on his hands and knees and moved out in that manner. Whatever his quarry the plainsman"s movements would have been difficult of detection, for he crept along toward his goal with that rapid, serpentine movement so essentially Indian.
Rube watched him until darkness hid him from view. Then, stooping low, and scanning the sky-line a few minutes later, he distinctly made out the silhouette of two men standing talking together.
Seth found himself confronting an Indian. The man was plastered with war-paint, and his befeathered head was an imposing sight. But, even in the darkness, he recognized the broad face and slit-like eyes of the scout, Jim Crow. He was fully armed, but the white man"s gun held him covered. In response to the summons of the threatening weapon, the man laid his arms upon the ground. Then he stood erect, and, grinning in his habitual manner, he waved an arm in the direction of the moving Indians.
"Wal?" inquired Seth, coldly.
"I, Jim Crow, come. I know heap. Fi" dollar an" I say."
Seth thought rapidly. And the result was another sharp inquiry.
"What is it?"
"Fi" dollar?"
"If it"s worth it, sure, yes."
"It heap worth," replied the scout readily.
Seth"s comment was short.
"You"re a durned scoundrel anyway."
But Jim Crow was quite unabashed.
"See, it this," he said, and for the moment his face had ceased to grin.
"I see much. I learn much. See." He waved an arm, comprehensively taking in the whole countryside. "White men all dead--all kill. Beacon--it gone.
Fort--it gone. Farm--all gone. So. Miles an" miles. They all kill.
Soldiers, come by south. They, too, all kill. Indian man everywhere. So.
To-morrow they eat up dis farm. So. They kill all."
"Wal?" Seth seemed quite unconcerned by the man"s graphic picture.
At once Jim Crow a.s.sumed a look of cunning. His eyes became narrower slits than ever.
"So. It dis way," he said, holding up a hand and indicating each finger as he proceeded to make his points. "Black Fox--him angry. Much. Big soldier men come from north. They fight--very fierce, an" tousands of "em. They drive Indian back, back. Indian man everywhere kill. So. They come. Chief him much angry. Him say, "They come. But I kill all white men first." So to-morrow he burn the farm right up, an" kill everybody much dead."
"And the soldiers are near?"
The white man"s words were coldly inquiring, but inwardly it was very different. A mighty hope was surging through him. The awful suspense had for the moment dropped from his sickening heart, and he felt like shouting aloud in his joy. The Indian saw nothing of this, however.
"Yes, they near. So. One sun."
Seth heard the news and remained silent. One day off! He could hardly realize it. He turned away and scanned the horizon. Jim Crow grew impatient.
"An" the fi" dollar?"