AN UNEXPECTED INTERVIEW
Having turned his back on his pursuers, Deerfoot gave them no
further attention. His purpose now was to defend Jack Carleton and
Otto Relstaub from the two red men in pursuit.
It will be remembered that the youthful warrior had fixed in his own
mind the course taken by the others, and he hastened to a point
where he was hopeful of finding the trail. But the calculation
which led him thither was drawn too fine. Like the detective who
spins a theory, perfect in every part and bristling with proof, he
found that a slight hitch at the beginning destroyed it all.
Neither the pursuers nor pursued had crossed the spot where he was
so certain he would discover their footprints.
This was a disappointment to Deerfoot, who stood several minutes
debating what to do. It would require considerable time to return
point where he separated from the boys follow them thence, beside
placing him well to the rear of the red men from whom the harm was
dreaded. It was this fact which disturbed Deerfoot, but there
seemed no other course open. He could easily speculate as to the
routes by which to head off the warriors, but the mistake just made
warned him that he had no time guesses of that character.
Clearly the only thing to do was to follow the course named, and
with his usual promptitude, he moved through the wood toward the
point where he was more than likely to come into collision with the
larger party of Shawanoes. He turned aside from his own trail, as
he invariably did under circumstances, but had not gone far when he
found that which was lost.
The Shawanoe halted and looked at the ground with a grim smile, for
he saw the print of the horse's hoof, the tracks made by Jack and
Otto, and the lighter impressions of two pain of moccasins.
Having caught sight of the warriors not long previous, he knew they
were at no great distance. They were walking at such a leisurely
pace that unless it was increased, they were not likely to overtake
the unconscious fugitives before they halted for the night.
The Shawanoe wheeled and hurried along the trail, with the loping,
noiseless trot which could be maintained without distress from rise
of morn till set of sun. He did not scrutinize the earth directly
at his feet, but glanced several rods in front. He could readily
detect the trail that far, and was thus enabled to keep keen watch
of his surroundings, without retarding his own gait.
He occasionally flung a glance over his shoulder, but he was well
satisfied that none of the larger party was after him: they had
become impressed with the fact that it wouldn't pay.
A quarter of a mile off and he leaped lightly over a small stream,
which crossed his path. He paused long enough to learn that the
home had stopped to drink, doing so with some difficulty, for the
water was so shallow that his lips must have stirred the mud on the
bottom.
The boys did not halt, but one of the warriors had got down on his
knees and hands, the latter spread apart like the fore legs of a
camelopard, as to touch his dusky lips to the water, of which he
drank his fill. All this Deerfoot noted, with only a few moments'
pause, then he was off again.
But he had gone only a little way, when he observed other facts that
were more disquieting. The Shawanoes had changed pace similar to
his own, and beyond question were gaining upon the boys, who could
not know peril. Deerfoot was convinced that the red men had
hastened through fear of losing the trail in the coming darkness.
It followed, therefore, that he himself must advance faster or lose
the scent.
While able to follow the tracks of a horse, entirely by the sense of
feeling, the progress must necessarily be too slow to be effective
under circumstances like those which now confronted him.
The youth made a tremendous bound and struck a gait which rendered
it unnecessary to look behind him, for no pursuer could equal his
speed. He watched only the forest in front, through which he was
hurrying with a velocity that raised a gale about his ears and kept
him dodging and ducking his head to avoid unpleasant consequences.
All at once, he leaped sideways behind the nearest large tree, set
down his rifle and bow and drew his tomahawk. He had discovered
through the gathering twilight one of the Shawanoes returning over
the trail. It was a fortunate accident which prevented him
detecting his pursuer, since he was on the watch against that very
danger, but Deerfoot was an instant quicker, and awaited him as
grimly as he confronted the two warriors who followed him to the
base of the hill, where one was pierced by his unerring arrow.
Deerfoot at first believed both were coming back, having been
summoned thither perhaps by some signal from the larger party, but
he saw there was only one. The youth could have picked him off
without difficulty, but he was too chivalrous to do so, inasmuch as
the red man was actually retreating instead of advancing, and had
not as yet made the first move against him.
A guarded peep from his hiding-place showed the warrior approaching
on a loping trot, similar to his own, his long rifle in his right
band, while a glimpse was obtained of his blanket rolled and
strapped like a knapsack behind his shoulders.
He held his head well forward, his restless eyes scanning the wood
as it opened before him, but evidently with no thought of the danger
which really menaced him. All at once, the figure of Deerfoot
glided softly from behind the tree and confronted him with his
tomahawk drawn back and ready to throw.
The Indian checked himself as abruptly as if an unfathomable chasm
had opened at his feet, but quick as he was, Deerfoot was so close
that the latter could have touched him with his extended bow.
The warrior, old enough to be the father of the other, saw that he
was helpless. He was without the power to raise a finger to save
himself, even though he held a loaded rifle in one hand and carried
the regulation knife and tomahawk in his girdle. Had he made the
first motion toward using his weapons, the upraised tomahawk would
have left the grasp of Deerfoot with the swiftness of lightning, and
the skull of his foe would have been cloven as though made of tissue
paper.
"Let the Shawanoe obey the words of Deerfoot," said the youth, "and
he shall not be harmed."
The other made no answer, but his frightened looks showed he was
ready to follow any orders received from such high authority.
"He carries a blanket on his back which Deerfoot would love to have,
that he may sleep upon it when the night is cold and he has no
camp-fire to warm him."
The elder Shawanoe dropped his gun to the ground beside him, that he
might use both bands more readily to unfasten the bundle for his
master. Flinging it at his feet, he looked inquiringly up and
awaited the next command.
Deerfoot did not stoop to take the article, for that would have
invited a treacherous attack. He merely glanced downward and then
asked, "Whither is my brother going?"
"He seeks those who sent him here; they are not far and we heard the
shout of one of our warriors, which we did not understand."
"'Twas his cry when the arrow of Deerfoot pierced his heart," said
the youth with flashing eye. "Deerfoot has crossed the great river
and means never to visit the other shore; he has left Kentucky and
Ohio, and the Shawanoes must look for his footprints on this side.
They cannot find him, and he will shoot them from behind the trees
and rocks. He will flee from them no more."
The red man to whom these words were addressed could not fail to
understand their meaning. They gave distinct notice that the youth
would strike back, whenever harm was offered him, while west of the
Mississippi. He had located there for life and was prepared to
defend himself against one and all of his enemies.
Beyond question, the elder Indian would have given much could he
have been in Kentucky at that moment. He was watching for some
chance to turn with panther-like quickness on his youthful
conqueror, but the latter took care that no such opportunity was
given him.
Deerfoot could not know that the group whom he left behind had
resolved to withdraw from the dangerous country, and while their
agreement would have been interesting and possibly gratifying news
to him, yet he was not particularly concerned, since he was
determined to force them sooner or later to that conclusion.
"Deerfoot took a gun that belonged to one of those who stole his
blanket and broke his canoe; his blanket has been restored to him
and he will now give the gun to his brother."
This statement was not understood by the other, which fact is not to
be wondered at, since it was not only in violation of what may be
called common sense, but the gun itself was not in sight.
It was within reach, however, and the youth had but to take a single
step backward, when he grasped it with his right hand and proffered
it to the other, whose very amazement caused him to take it with
much awkwardness. Thus it came about that Deerfoot allowed the
warrior to have two rifles, both loaded, while he stood guard over
himself, with only his tomahawk in hand.
The transfer being made, the elder was at liberty to go, so soon as
he answered a few questions. He knew much of Deerfoot from
reputation, and, therefore, was not so dumfounded as otherwise he
would have been, when informed that no harm would be done him.
"When my brother left his comrades, he took a warrior with him,"
said Deerfoot in his native tongue. "Where is he?"
Daring as the young Shawanoe was, he was guarded to give up the gun,
until satisfied the second foe was not likely to appear on the
scene. While he would have made his usual brilliant stand against
two of his enemies, he would have needed all the means which he
possessed to combat them.
"My brother waits my return; he sits on fallen tree and listens for
my footsteps that may learn what ill has befallen our brothers
nearer the great river."
"When my brother has learned and tells them what then will they do?"
"They will hasten across the great river and never come back."
Deerfoot smiled faintly, for he saw the purpose of this remark; the
warrior was seeking to propitiate his conqueror. The latter might
well have added that, inasmuch as he had already given him the fact,
the elder was in duty bound to turn about and hasten to his waiting
friend with the news; but it was too much to ask him to accept the
word of an enemy, and the youth preferred that he should make the
slight journey and ascertain the truth for himself.
What followed was unique and curious. Deerfoot stepped aside, just
enough to allow the other to pass. The elder held a gun in each
hand and stood motionless a moment, as if uncertain what to do; but
his conqueror was waiting, and he, therefore, advanced three steps,
enough to bring him opposite Deerfoot, while the fourth carried him
beyond. It was at that juncture he caught sight of the long bow
leaning against the tree where the gun had been standing. He longed
to seize it, but he knew instant death would follow the attempt.
Without turning to the right or left, the released Shawanoe strode
by with deliberate and dignified step. He held his own gun in his
right hand, and with no evidence of what he was doing, he stealthily
drew back the hammer which clasped the flint. He then noted
carefully the number of paces he took.
When he had counted nearly fifty, he felt safe from the crash of the
tomahawk. Dropping the strange rifle to the ground, he wheeled like
a flash and sighted quickly at the spot where he last saw his
conqueror, but he had vanished.