"So the only thing is to push on, and make what discoveries we may."
"All right," said Tom cheerfully.
They rode on for a couple of miles, having no difficulty in following the trail, until they reached the brow of a small eminence. Here they were greeted with a sight that startled them. A group of a dozen Indians were reclining on the gra.s.s, with their horses fastened near them.
Startled as they were, they detected the animal of which they were in search among the Indian horses.
"We"ve walked into a trap with our eyes open, Tom," said Scott, halting his horse mechanically. His bronzed face was a little pale, for he knew well the character of the savages before him, the hopelessness of escape, and the terrible fate that probably awaited them.
"Shall we turn and fly, Mr. Scott?" asked Tom hurriedly.
"It would be of no use, Tom. We must stay and face the music."
Upon the appearance of the two friends the Indians had sprung to their feet, and the colloquy was scarcely over before there was an Indian at each bridle-rein. They made signs, easily understood, for Tom and Scott to dismount.
"Stop a minute," said Scott, with creditable coolness, considering the great peril in which he knew himself to be. "Is there any one here who speaks English?"
An elderly Indian stepped forward quickly, and said, "Speak, white man.
I speak English a little."
"Good," said Scott; "then I want you to tell your friends here that I came after a horse that left our camp last night. Do you understand?"
The Indian inclined his head.
"There he is," continued Scott, pointing with his finger to Dan. "Give him to me, and I will go away."
The interpreter turned to his companions, and repeated what Scott had said. Evidently it was not favorably received, as Scott could see by the menacing looks that were turned upon him. He waited, with some anxiety, for the answer to his claim. He had to wait for some minutes, during which the Indians appeared to be consulting. It came at last.
"The white man has lied," said the Indian sententiously. "The horse is ours."
"That"s pretty cool, eh, Tom?" said Scott, provoked; not only by the denial of his claim, but by the charge of falsehood.
Tom did not answer, thinking silence more prudent.
The Indian interpreter looked suspiciously from one to the other. He understood what "cool" meant, but was not familiar with the special sense in which Scott used it.
"I will prove that the horse is ours," said Scott. "Here, Dan!"
The horse whinnied, and tried to reach Scott, upon hearing his name p.r.o.nounced.
"There," said Scott triumphantly, "you see the horse knows me. I have not lied."
The speech was an imprudent one. Indians are not lawyers, but they understand the familiar saying, that "possession is nine points of the law." That the horse was a valuable one they understood; and they had no intention of parting with him. Still more, they looked with covetous eyes at the horses ridden by Scott and the boy, and they had already made up their minds to seize them also.
"The white man is a magician," said the interpreter. "He has bewitched the horse. The horse is ours. He has always belonged to us."
"It"s no use, Tom," said Scott. "They are bound to keep Dan, and I don"t see how we can help it. We had better give him up, and get away if we can. All the same, the fellow is an outrageous liar."
He spoke in a low voice, and the interpreter, though listening attentively, did not quite catch what was said.
"I guess you are right," said Tom.
Scott turned to the interpreter.
"Well, if you think it is yours, squire, I reckon you will keep it. So we"ll say good morning, and go."
He pulled the rein, but the Indian at his bridle did not let go.
"Good morning, gentlemen," said Scott. "We are going."
"White man must stay," said the Indian interpreter decisively.
"Why?" demanded Scott impatiently.
"He has tried to steal Indian"s horse," said the wily savage.
"Well, by gosh; that"s turning the tables with a vengeance," e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Scott. "They"re rather ahead of white rogues, Tom. Will you let the boy go?" he asked.
"White boy stay, too," answered the interpreter, after a brief reference to the leader of the Indian party.
"Tom," said Scott rapidly, and not appearing to be excited, lest his excitement should lead to suspicion, "none of them are mounted. Lash your horse, and tear from the grasp of the man that holds him; then follow me. It is our only chance."
Tom"s heart beat rapidly. He knew that all his nerve was called for; but he did not falter.
"Give the signal," he said.
"One, two, three!" said Scott rapidly. Simultaneously both lashed their horses. The startled animals sprang forward. The grips of the Indians, who were not suspecting any attempts at escape, were already relaxed, and before they were fully aware of what was intended our two friends were galloping away.
CHAPTER XXIX.
A RACE FOR LIFE.
The Indians were taken by surprise. They so outnumbered their intended captives that they had not antic.i.p.ated an attempt at escape. But they had no intention of losing their prey. There was a howl of surprise and disappointment; then they sprang for their horses, and, with little delay, were on the track of our two friends.
The delay was small, but it was improved by Scott and Tom. Pressing their animals to their highest speed they gained a lead of several hundred feet before their savage pursuers had fairly started. It was well that Tom was a good rider, or he might not have been able to keep his seat. In fact, he had never ridden so rapidly before: but he felt that he was riding for his life, and was only anxious to ride faster.
Scott had felt a little anxious on this point; but his anxiety vanished when he saw how easily and fearlessly his boy companion kept at his side.
"Well done, Tom!" he said, as they flew over the prairie. "Keep up this pace, and we will escape yet."
"I can do it, if my horse holds out," returned Tom briefly.
Scott looked over his shoulder, and, brave man as he was, it almost made him shudder. The whole party of Indians was on his track. He could see their dusky faces, distorted by wrath, and the longing for a savage revenge. He knew that Tom and he had little to hope for if they were caught. Fortunately their horses were strong and fleet, and not likely to break down.
"Ride for your life, Tom!" he shouted. "They will show us no mercy if they catch us."