BLACK-HAWK KEEPS HIS WORD.
We left Sadie in charge of those desperadoes, while the battle in the
swamp was progressing. They were sulky at not being allowed to take part
in the fight, and only returned gruff answers to her questions, while
keeping a strict watch upon the girls.
They stood under a great tree, whose spreading branches, loaded with
foliage, were impenetrable to the eye, and would have formed a secure
hiding-place, and none of them saw the long, hairy arm extended, until a
double report stretched two of the guards dead upon the sod. Then came a
rustling sound, and the gigantic being, who afterward appeared to the
men of Garrett in the woods, bounded from the tree, holding in his hand
a gleaming knife. With a scream of horror, Sadie fled into the forest,
and Minneoba, believing that she saw a demon of the lower world, also
turned in flight, but paused upon the edge of the woods, and looked back
to see a fearful duel between the man named Davis and the strange being
who sprung from the tree. They seemed to be complete masters of their
weapons, and for a moment the issue seemed doubtful, but the gigantic
strength of the unknown prevailed, and Davis fell, covered with many
wounds. The victor stood erect, and seeing that Sadie had fled, uttered
a hoarse cry, and fixing his eyes upon her trail, bounded away in
pursuit. Minneoba, like all Indian girls, was superstitious, and
believed that it would be death to follow the wild being into the woods,
and turning, hurried on toward Black-Hawk’s camp, intending to ask aid
from him in the recovery of her friend. Sadie, in the mean time, had put
all the distance she could between herself and the hideous being who had
assailed her guards, and was hurried in her flight by hearing his deep
voice crying out after her, as she rushed on.
She tried every trick of wood-craft which she had learned from her
father—who was a skillful scout—when she became certain that the
horrible creature was really in pursuit. How she finally eluded him by
creeping beneath the bushes, and then turning away from the course she
had been pursuing, we have before seen, and late in the afternoon she
found herself in the midst of a deep forest, pathless as the sea, not
knowing which way to turn. She was alone—alone in the depths of that
untrodden wilderness, the haunt of wild beasts and the hunter who
followed them, without a weapon or guide. Never, perhaps, was a
tenderly-nurtured woman placed in so strange a situation before. Look
which way she would, there seemed to be no hope of succor. Strange
sights and sounds were heard, slimy snakes crept softly over the leaves,
great birds flitted through the branches, and she heard the cry of the
wildcat and panther in the distance. Wearied and hopeless, she sunk down
upon a mossy knoll, and almost wished she had not fled from the monster
who followed her. But it would not do to remain there, and she rose and
staggered on her way, hoping against hope that something would happen to
give her aid.
She was nearly famished, and coming upon a place where the succulent
bulb known as the “ground-nut” grew in profusion, she set to work and
dug up the bulbs with her fingers, following the white stems in their
various turnings among the roots until she found the article she sought.
It took a long time to satisfy her hunger, as the nuts were not larger
than a rifle ball, and were hard to find, and then she began to look
about for a place of rest, as it would soon be dark. She reached a great
opening, in the center of which a huge pile of logs and brush was
heaped, and removing some of these, made a couch for herself among the
branches, drew others over her head, and resigned herself to an
All-protecting Power. Even in times of difficulty and danger sleep will
come to the weary, and she lost consciousness, and no longer feared her
enemies. Morning came and found the sweet girl still sleeping, when she
was suddenly aroused by a harsh voice crying out a deadly menace, and
peeping from her place of concealment, saw the Forest Fiend facing the
knot of helpless scoundrels under the leadership of Dick Garrett.
“It is a man, after all,” she murmured. “Perhaps I would have done
better to have let him overtake me, for it seems he fights against these
villains. Perhaps he is mad, poor creature!”
“Let’s make a rush on him altogether, boys,” whispered Garrett. “Curse
it, five men ought to whip one.”
“But he’s got the rifles, the critter,” whined Tracey. “I tell you that
if you had been in his grip once, you wouldn’t be so ready to try him
again. He’s got a hold like an iron vice, that devil has.”
“Don’t try to run,” cried the Forest Fiend. “It will not be safe; he who
flies first, dies first!”
“What do you want from us?” screamed Garrett. “Do you know who I am,
curse you?”
“I know you,” replied the strange being, wildly. “You are a murderer and
a robber, and deserve death for a hundred crimes. Why don’t you come on?
what are you afraid of? You tremble at the sight of the Forest Fiend,
murderer that you are.”
“Won’t you back me, boys?” hissed Garrett; “I tell you I’ll be the first
to rush at him, if you will agree to follow.”
“He can kill three of us before we get within striking distance,”
replied Jack Fish. “I guess we had better give up boys; maybe he’ll let
us off.”
Garrett heard what he said, and thrusting his hand into the bosom of his
hunting-shirt, drew a long double-barreled pistol, his eyes gleaming
with rage.
“You’d turn traitor, would you?” he screamed. “Now see here, rush on
that devil, you and Tracey, or I shoot you where you stand.”
“Don’t do it, Dick,” pleaded Jack Fish, dropping on his knees. “I’ll
fight any thing human, but not that dreadful creature. Don’t force us on
him, for the love of God.”
“I’ll do it,” replied Garrett, fiercely. “Up and at him, you base
hounds; up, I say!”
Goaded on by fear of the weapon of their leader, the men sprung on,
catching up clubs as they ran. But when they had gained a hundred feet
from the weapon of Garrett, and where it would scarcely reach them, they
threw up their hands in token of submission, and fell upon their faces.
The Forest Fiend fired over them, and a man who stood at Garrett’s elbow
fell, shot through the heart. The others, who had each a pistol, seeing
that nothing was to be gained by flight, rushed at the immovable figure
of their enemy, who caught up another weapon and fired again, killing
the foremost man. Garrett saw that there was no hope, and calling to the
last man, sprung toward the thicket. Hearing the crack of the rifle, he
turned back and saw his friend fall, while the stern executioner caught
up another rifle and leveled it. As the bullet sped, Garrett sprung into
the air and fell upon his face, just as Jack Fish and Tracey, who had
taken advantage of their opportunity, reached the thicket in safety.
Their terrible adversary sprung toward the fallen leader without waiting
to reload his weapon or take up a new one, but to his rage Garrett
uttered a loud laugh of derision and sprung to his feet, and the next
moment the leaves concealed him from view. He had been “playing
’possum,” and was not hurt in the least, as he had managed to fall just
in time to escape the well-aimed bullet. The Forest Fiend darted back
for a rifle, but he was a moment too late, although he fired into the
thicket, and then, snatching up a powder-horn and bullet-pouch, darted
away in pursuit.
The moment he was gone Sadie came out of her place of concealment,
selected a rifle and ammunition from the heap, and hurried away, glad of
the opportunity to get out of a dangerous neighborhood. She could not
control her fear of the strange being who had come to her aid so
opportunely, and continued her flight until she felt safe from pursuit,
and then sat down, panting, loaded the rifle which she had taken, and
prepared to defend herself from any assault.
“Who and what is that wonderful being?” she murmured. “How brave he is;
how little he cared for that gang of desperate scoundrels, who were
doubtless in pursuit of us! Oh, I hope he may overtake Richard Garrett
and avenge the murder of my poor father! Melton, where are you? Have you
fallen a victim to these base wretches who regard human life as a
plaything? God forbid!”
As she was rising to proceed upon her way she heard a slight rustle
among the bushes, and grasping her rifle turned in the direction of the
sound. But she dropped the weapon with a cry of delight, for the bushes
parted and Minneoba suddenly appeared and ran to her white sister,
clasping her in her arms.
“Sadie, my sister,” she said, softly kissing her again and again. “The
heart of Minneoba has been very sad. She feared that the evil demon of
the woods had destroyed the Wild Rose, and that her poor Indian sister
would never see the face she loved again.”
If Minneoba was delighted, how much greater was the joy of Sadie, who
could now hope to escape from the toils of her enemies, for she knew
that the forest was to the Indian girl as easy to tread as a ball-room
floor for her. She returned the caresses showered upon her, and for a
moment the two girls forgot that aught of evil or danger hung over them.
“I have been to my father’s camp,” said Minneoba, “and many warriors are
searching for you. Black-Hawk loves the Wild Rose for her father’s sake,
and will give her a shelter. His heart is very sad because the men of
Garrett have killed the good white man, but what can he do? The war has
commenced and the warriors would say he had turned woman if he was angry
at the death of a white man. Let us go.”
The two girls set out together, threading the mazes of the forest with
an ease which only a forest life could impart, the Indian girl taking
the advance, and chatting merrily with her companion as she proceeded.
They had not gone far when they were met by two warriors, who expressed
their satisfaction in their peculiar manner, and at once led the way to
the river, which was not far away, and where a canoe was waiting in
which they descended the stream, a distance of about three miles, landed
upon a green point, and assisted Sadie to leave the canoe, which was
then carefully concealed by leaves and brush. This done, the warriors
again led the way, the two girls following, and they came suddenly upon
a great camp of the Indians. More than four hundred people, principally
fighting braves, although there was a small number of women and
children, were resting in the beautiful glade, most of them engaged in
cleaning their weapons and getting ready for the battle which was to
come. Black-Hawk and Will Jackwood were conversing together apart from
the rest, and the latter started forward with a look of delight as he
saw Sadie, and advanced at once, closely followed by Black-Hawk.
“Welcome to the Indian camp, Sadie,” said Jackwood, endeavoring to take
her hand. “You can not tell how unhappy I have been since I knew that
you were lost.”
She took no notice of his extended hand, but went on to meet Black-Hawk,
who greeted her kindly.
“Let the Wild Rose rest under the shelter of a Sac lodge,” he said.
“Black-Hawk has been driven from the places he loved by the white men,
but he can not forget that there are just white men, who would not do a
wrong to the simple Indian. Such a man was the father of the Wild Rose.”
“Black-Hawk,” said Sadie, as she took the proffered hand, “when my
father drove away the bad men who sought your life, you promised to be a
friend to us. Now the time has come for you to keep your word.”
“Black-Hawk is not a white man, to speak with a double tongue. What he
has spoken—he _has_ spoken. Let the Wild Rose ask what she will from
Black-Hawk, and if it is in his power, she shall have what she asks.”
“My father is dead,” she said, mournfully. “The bad men who follow
William Jackwood, killed him because he would not kneel to them or beg
for his life. Now, Jackwood follows me and I fear him, and I ask the
protection of the great chief from this bad man.”
“Has the son of Red-Bird lied to me?” cried Black-Hawk, sternly. “He
told me that the Wild Rose loved him and would come into his lodge
gladly.”
“He has lied,” she answered. “He knows that I hate him above all men on
earth, and that I would die sooner than permit myself to be his wife.”
“Be careful, girl,” hissed Jackwood. “You will raise a tempest which you
can not quell, if you do not look out.”
“I have no fear of the result. Any thing would be preferable to a union
with such a wretch as you are.”
“Look you, Black-Hawk,” cried Jackwood, turning fiercely upon the chief.
“When I agreed to aid you, remember that I told you that this girl must
be mine and you promised that I should have my will.”
“That was when Black-Hawk believed that the Wild Rose loved you,”
replied Black-Hawk. “She has asked for my protection and it is given.
Let the son of Red-Bird seek another mate; the Wild Rose is not for
him.”
A tempest of furious passions raged in the heart of William Jackwood. At
any other time or place he would have shot the old chief down without
any remorse, and even here, in the midst of his warriors, he was tempted
to do it, even at the risk of his own life. With a mighty effort he
restrained himself, and turned away with a malevolent glance at Sadie,
which she returned by one of defiance.
Several of the principal braves were looking on, and there was some
murmuring, for these men recognized the good old maxim—‘to the victor
belong the spoils.’ While they stood thus, there was heard a triumphant
shout upon the river, and several men started away to see what it meant.
They were soon heard coming back, and directly after a compact body of
men, those who followed Will Jackwood, poured into the camp, leading in
their midst, as prisoners, Captain Melton, Cooney Joe and Tom Bantry. A
look of ferocious joy beamed upon the face of Will Jackwood, for he saw
a chance for revenge.