He had reached the mouth of the cavern again, where his sister was anxiously waiting him.
"Did you find anything of him?"
"No," he answered, with a shake of the head. "I believe you are right; the man has gone off somewhere after his promise to keep watch over us while we slept; that"s enough for me. Is Ned awake?"
"Not that I am aware of."
"He must be aroused at once, for it will not do to stay here after what has taken place."
Jo pa.s.sed inside and awakened his friend, without pausing to be very gentle as to the means. It took but a minute to make plain the trouble.
He became as alert and suspicious as they on the instant.
"There!" he exclaimed; "I had a suspicion when he came under the tree that I had seen him somewhere."
"So had I, but I couldn"t recall where and when it was."
"Don"t you remember when the battle was going on the other day, we saw one man among the Tories who was tomahawking the whites as savagely as any of them?"
"Yes, I remember him well, but he didn"t look like this fellow!"
"Not a great deal, that"s true, but I believe it was he for all that."
Jo was silent for a moment, as if in deep thought.
"There was something about him that reminds me of this fellow, though one had whiskers and the other had not, and it is hard to tell just how they resemble each other."
The youths were more anxious to take themselves and Rosa away from the cavern than they were to discuss the question, upon which they agreed quite well. Hastily picking up their rifles, they pa.s.sed outside. When they found themselves within the shelter of the wood again, and beyond the vision of any one who might approach the retreat, the relief was inexpressible.
"We agree that the counsel of Rosa was wise," said Ned Clinton, as they came to a halt, "but you see how it may be possible she was mistaken.
Now it won"t do to go wandering too far from the place, for when the Mohawk comes back and finds us gone he may not hunt for us."
"Why not, then, go back over the same route that we followed in coming here?" asked Jo.
"That is what I would like to do, if it wasn"t for the danger; it seems to me that that is the path which Worrell will take when he starts for the cavern again with his Indians, and we don"t want to meet him face to face, for we can do that by waiting in the cavern."
"I have it!" exclaimed Ned. "I will take the back trail alone, on the lookout for the Mohawk and for the white man, too. What do you say?"
"And shall Rosa and I wait here till you come back?"
"That will be the safer plan, unless another Worrell comes along and takes you away to a new cavern or hiding-place."
"We will be as safe here as anywhere," said Rosa, believing that her opinion would have some weight in the matter.
"I suspect she is right," a.s.sented her brother. "If the Iroquois come to the cavern and find we have left, they will think we have got as far away as we can, and they won"t be apt to look for us so close at hand; and then, too, these stones over which we have traveled haven"t left any trail for them to follow."
"Which shows why you shouldn"t go hunting for some other location, unless the Indians happen to come so close that you can"t help it, for it will be impossible for me to hunt you up."
This was simple truth, and Jo promised that nothing should be done to increase the difficulty of their speedy reunion, whenever his friend should want to find him and Rosa again. The day was pa.s.sing and it seemed that they were trifling away the time which was so valuable to all the fugitives. There was something, too, in the continued absence of their guide, Lena-Wingo, that caused them uneasiness. They recalled that he had promised a speedy return, and it was rarely that the Mohawk made them a promise which was not fulfilled in spirit and letter.
CHAPTER XXIX.
A STARTLING CHECK.
Ned and Jo had said nothing to each other about the continued absence of the Mohawk, for whatever they might utter would necessarily be conjecture, and would only excite the alarm of Rosa without accomplishing any good. But it was in the thoughts of both, and when Ned bade the two good-bye for a season, it occupied more of his speculations than did the movements of the man who had played them false.
"One can never lose faith in Lena-Wingo, and yet the pitcher may go to the fountain once too often," he mused, as he picked his way with the greatest care. "And that great scout is likely to fall at any time. A single rifle ball may do it, and he cannot tell whether there is not more than one of his own race in hiding, waiting patiently till he shall come that way and receive his death. He has escaped so often that he must become careless of his own safety, and will pay the penalty one of these days."
Ned had fixed the route so clearly in his own mind that he found no difficulty in retracing the steps taken when he was following the leadership of Worrell. He was apprehensive that he would meet him on his return, probably with a number of Indians. He therefore picked his way with all the care and stealth of which he was master. He imitated the actions of Lena-Wingo under similar circ.u.mstances. Frequently pausing and listening for sounds of his enemies, he used his eyes as keenly as he could for the detection of the first sign of approaching danger. This kind of progress was not of the most rapid order, but it was the wisest that could have been adopted, and he continued it for half an hour. At the end of that time, he reached the base of the tree from the branches of which he fired the shot that brought Worrell from behind the rock.
"Here is where we met him," he said to himself, "and I have a feeling that he isn"t very far away now. What a wise girl Rosa is!" he added, with a blush, as if fearful she had heard the complimentary words. "She mistrusted that villain from the first, and gave us the alarm just in time to save ourselves."
Having reached the spot for which he set out, the question with the youth was whether he should stay where he was or go further. He had seen nothing of Lena-Wingo and Worrell--a disappointment in both cases, though of a different nature.
"I can"t see why the Indian stays away so long, unless something unusual has happened. He must know how much we are alarmed over his absence, and he would be back if it were possible."
Waiting a short time, he concluded to advance a little farther, so as to meet either of the two men if they were approaching, while at a greater distance from the cavern, though he was not unmindful that he was liable to miss them altogether. However, he had gone less than a hundred yards when he detected the signs of some one coming immediately in front. It was his ear which heard a crackling of a twig, so close that he had barely time to leap aside and conceal himself from view when the figure of Worrell, closely followed by Captain Bagley, came up a sort of path toward the open s.p.a.ce from which Ned had fled in such haste. The youth barely caught sight of them when the forms of six Iroquois appeared, one by one, immediately in the rear of the two white men.
When Ned saw the latter, he was much concerned, fearing that they would detect the slight trail he must have left in his hurry for cover. But it was too late to make any further flight, as he would be discovered from the noise, if not by the sight.
From his concealment he watched the party, their manner of marching being peculiar, as the eight walked in Indian file. Worrell, being the guide, took the lead. Bagley kept so close that they could hold a conversation in low tones, while the Iroquois stalked along like so many phantoms of the wood.
If Ned was alarmed at sight of the redmen, knowing their skill in detecting and following a trail of an enemy, he was thrown into a cold perspiration of dread when the whole party halted in the open s.p.a.ce from which he had bounded when he heard the crackling twig. The clear s.p.a.ce covered something like an eighth of an acre, and Clinton was too disturbed to notice that the particular spot where the group was gathered was so far removed from his footprints that there was really little danger of their being noticed. But when they had stood awhile, and the two white men began a conversation, he noticed the gratifying fact and became composed enough to listen to the words that pa.s.sed between Captain Bagley and Worrell.
"You may say what you please," said the former, "but there is more risk in this business than I want to a.s.sume. You are so anxious to get the reward promised by Colonel Butler that you can"t see the difficulties in the way."
"If there were any difficulties I would see them, but they ain"t there.
Where"s the difficulty in eight armed men taking possession of two who are asleep, and a woman who is also unconscious?"
"None, of course, when you put it in that way; but the Mohawk is somewhere about, and, as I told you a while ago, he has a way of turning up just when you don"t want to see him."
"These Iroquois say they want to meet him, and if he is there, they"ll have the chance."
"But I ain"t anxious to meet him, and if he is about, as I feel in my bones he is, there"ll be the mischief to pay."
Worrell uttered an imprecation. He had been obliged to keep up an argument with the captain ever since they started from the house with the Indians--even before; and now the man had halted again, more loth than ever to proceed. It was plain that he held the Mohawk in great fear.
"Where is this cave in which you say the party are asleep?" he asked, in reply to the explanation of the guide.
"You have only to go a little way further with me and you"ll see it,"
replied Worrell, who was evidently unwilling that any one should share so valuable a secret with him.
"Colonel Butler has all of twenty of the best Iroquois with him, and the wisest thing for us is to go to his camp, tell him how the case stands, and get him to let us have eight or ten more; then we can come back and lay regular siege to the place. Then we shall be sure of catching them sooner or later."
"Yes, at the end of a month or so, and it won"t do for Butler to stay much longer in the valley. He knows it, and will leave in a day or two."