"Wyandotte, a Tuscarora--he count _Mohawks_"
"True--Are there any other red-men among them?"
"Oneida, so"--holding up four fingers only. After which he held up a single finger, adding--"Onondaga, so."
"Twenty-two Mohawks, four Oneidas, and a single Onondaga, make twenty- seven in all. To these, how many whites am I to add?--You counted them, also?"
The Indian now showed both hands, with all the fingers extended, repeating the gestures four times; then he showed one hand entire, and two fingers on the other.
"Forty-seven. Add these to the red-skins, and we get seventy-four for the total. I had supposed them rather stronger than this, Wyandotte?"
"No stronger--no weaker--just so. Good many ole womans, too, among pale-faces."
"Old women!--You are not speaking literally, Nick? All that I have seen appear to be men."
"Got beard; but ole woman, too. Talk--talk--talk;--do not"in".
_Dat_ what Injin call ole woman. Party, poor party; cap"in beat "em, if he fight like ole time."
"Well, this is encouraging, Wilhelmina, and Nick seems to be dealing fairly with us."
"Now, inquire more about Robert, Hugh"--said the wife, in whose maternal heart her children were always uppermost.
"You hear, Nick; my wife is desirous of learning something about her son, next."
During the preceding dialogue, there had been something equivocal in the expression of the Indian"s face. Every word he uttered about the party, its numbers, and his own manner of falling in with it, was true, and his countenance indicated that he was dealing fairly. Still, the captain fancied that he could detect a covert fierceness in his eye and air, and he felt uneasiness even while he yielded him credence. As soon as Mrs. Willoughby, however, interposed, the gleam of ferocity that pa.s.sed so naturally and readily athwart the swarthy features of the savage, melted into a look of gentleness, and there were moments when it might be almost termed softness.
"Good to have moder"--said Nick, kindly. "Wyandotte got no squaw--wife dead, moder dead, sister dead--all gone to land of spirits--bye"m-by, chief follow. No one throw stone on his grave! Been on death-path long ago, but cap"in"s squaw say "stop, Nick; little too soon, now; take medicine, and get well." Squaw made to do good. Chief alway like "e squaw, when his mind not wild with war."
"And _your_ mind, Wyandotte, is not wild with war, now," answered Mrs. Willoughby, earnestly. "You will help a mother, then, to get her son out of the hands of merciless enemies?"
"Why you t"ink merciless? Because pale-face dress like Injin, and try to cheat?"
"That may be one reason; but I fear there are many others. Tell me, Wyandotte, how came you to discover that Robert was a prisoner, and by what means did he contrive to give you his letter?"
The Indian a.s.sumed a look of pride, a little blended with hauteur; for he felt that he was manifesting the superiority of a red-man over the pale-face, as he related the means through which he had made his discoveries.
"Read book on ground," Nick answered gravely. "Two book alway open before chief; one in sky, t"other on ground. Book in sky, tell weather--snow, rain, wind, thunder, lightning, war--book on ground, tell what happen."
"And what had this book on the ground to do with my son, Wyandotte?"
"Tell all about him. Major"s trail first seen at mill. No moccasin-- much boot. Soldier boot like letter--say great deal, in few word. First t"ink it cap"in; but it too short. Den _know_ it Major."
"This sounds very well, Nick," interrupted the captain, "though you will excuse me if I say it is going a little too far. It seems impossible that you should know that the print of the foot was that of my son. How _could_ you be certain of this?"
"How _could_, eh? Who follow trail from house, here, to Hudson river? T"ink Nick blind, and can"t see? Tuscarora read _his_ book well as pale-face read bible." Here Nick looked round him a moment, raised his fore-finger, dropped his voice, and added earnestly--"see him at Bunker Hill--know him among ten, six, two t"ousand warrior. Know dat foot, if meet him in Happy Hunting Ground."
"And why my son"s foot, in particular? The boot is often changed, can never be exactly like its predecessor, and one boot is so much like another, that to me the thing seems impossible. This account of the boot, Nick, makes me distrust your whole story."
"What distrust?" demanded the Indian like lightning.
"It means doubt, uncertainty--distrust."
"Don"t believe, ha?"
"Yes, that is it, substantially. Don"t more than _half_ believe, perhaps, would be nearer to the mark."
"Why, ole soldier alway distrust; squaw nebber? Ask moder--ha!--you t"ink Nick don"t know son"s trail--handsome trail, like young chief"s?"
"I can readily believe Nick might recognise Bob"s trail, Hugh"-- expostulated Mrs. Willoughby. "He has a foot in a thousand--you may remember how every one was accustomed to speak of his beautiful foot, even when he was a boy. As a man, I think it still more remarkable."
"Ay, go on, Nick, in this way, and my wife will believe all you say.
There is no distrust in a mother"s partiality, certainly. You are an old courtier, and would make your way at St. James"s."
"Major nebber tell about foot?" asked Nick, earnestly.
"I remember nothing; and had he spoken of any such thing, I must have heard it. But, never mind the story, now; you saw the foot-print, and knew it for my son"s. Did you ask to be admitted to his prison? or was your intercourse secret?"
"Wyandotte too wise to act like squaw, or boy. See him, widout look.
Talk, widout speak--hear, widout ear. Major write letter, Nick take him. All done by eye and hand; not"in" done by tongue, or at Council Fire. Mohawk blind like owl!"
"May I believe you, Tuscarora; or, incited by demons, do you come to deceive me?"
"Ole warrior look two time before he go; t"ink ten time before he say, yes. All good. Nick no affronted. Do so himself, and t"ink it right.
Cap"in _may_ believe all Nick say."
"Father!" cried Maud, with simple energy, "I will answer for the Indian"s honesty. He has guided Robert so often, and been with him in so many trying scenes, he never _can_ have the heart to betray him, or us. Trust him, then he may be of infinite service."
Even captain Willoughby, little disposed as he was to judge Nick favourably, was struck with the gleam of mamy kindness that shot across the dark face of the Indian, as he gazed at the glowing cheek and illuminated countenance of the ardent and beautiful girl.
"Nick seems disposed to make a truce with _you_, at least, Maud,"
he said, smiling, "and I shall now know where to look for a mediator, whenever any trouble arises between us."
"I have known Wyandotte, dear sir, from childhood, and he has ever been my friend. He promised me, in particular, to be true to Bob, and I am happy to say he has ever kept his word."
This was telling but half the story. Maud had made the Indian many presents, and most especially had she attended to his wants, when it was known he was to be the major"s guide, the year previously, on his return to Boston. Nick had known her real father, and was present at his death. He was consequently acquainted with her actual position in the family of the Hutted Knoll; and, what was of far more consequence in present emergencies, he had fathomed the depths of her heart, in a way our heroine could hardly be said to have done herself. Off her guard with such a being, Maud"s solicitude, however, had betrayed her, and the penetrating Tuscarora had discerned that which had escaped the observation of father, and mother, and sister. Had Nick been a pale- face, of the cla.s.s of those with whom he usually a.s.sociated, his discovery would have gone through the settlement, with scoffings and exaggerations; but this forest gentleman, for such was Wyandotte, in spite of his degradation and numerous failings, had too much consideration to make a woman"s affections the subject of his coa.r.s.eness and merriment. The secrets of Maud would not have been more sacred with her own brother, had such a relative existed to become her confidant, than it was with Saucy Nick.
"Nick gal"s friend," observed the Indian, quietly; "dat enough; what Nick say, Nick mean. What Nick _mean_, he _do_. Come, cap"in; time to quit squaw, and talk about war."
At this hint, which was too plain to be misunderstood, captain Willoughby bade the Indian withdraw to the court, promising to follow him, as soon as he could hold a short conference with Joyce, who was now summoned to the council. The subject of discussion was the manner in which the Tuscarora had pa.s.sed the stockade, and the probability of his being true. The serjeant was disposed to distrust all red-men, and he advised putting Nick under arrest, and to keep him in durance, until the return of light, at least.
"I might almost say, your honour, that such are orders, sir. The advice to soldiers carrying on war with savages, tells us that the best course is to pay off treachery with treachery; and treachery is a red-skin"s manual exercise. There is O"Hearn will make a capital sentinel, for the fellow is as true as the best steel in the army. Mr. Woods" room is empty, and it is so far out of the way that nothing will be easier than to keep the savage snug enough. Besides, by a little management, he might fancy we were doing him honour all the while."
"We will see, serjeant," answered the captain. "It has a bad appearance, and yet it may be the wisest thing we can do. Let us first go the rounds, taking Nick with us for safety, and determine afterwards."
Chapter XX.