Wearied and exhausted, Graham crawled forth from the water, and lay
down a while to rest himself upon the soft, velvety carpet of grass.
Here, overcome by the terrific strain which his system had undergone,
he fell into a deep and lasting sleep. When he awoke, the day had
far advanced, and the sun was already past the meridian. After
fully awakening, and fervently thanking Heaven for his remarkable
preservation and escape, he commenced debating with himself upon
the best course for him to pursue. He was now alone in the great
wilderness, and what step should he next take? Should he endeavor to
hunt up his friend Haverland, or should he press on in the pursuit of
the object which had led him thus far?
While these questions were yet unanswered, he mechanically cast his eye
up the river, and started as he saw a small canoe coming round a bend
quite a distance from him. He had just time to see that there were two
beings in it, when prudence warned him to make himself invisible. He
stepped behind the trunk of a massive king of the forest, and watched
with eager interest the approach of the new-comers. The light canoe
shot rapidly over the placid surface of the river, and in a few moments
was abreast of him. He saw that the two occupants were white men, and
he scanned their countenances with deep interest. The stronger of the
two was seated in the center of the light vessel, and dipped the ashen
blades deep into the water at every stroke. The other, seemingly an
elder man, was seated in the stern, and while he controlled the actions
of the other, scanned either shore with the experienced eye of the
frontiersman. Graham believed, though he knew he had been careful,
that his presence was suspected, as the canoe, apparently without
any intent of its occupants, sheered off toward the opposite shore.
He remained concealed until it was directly abreast of him, when a
sudden suspicion flashed over him that one of the men was Haverland,
although it was so long since he had seen him that it was impossible to
satisfy himself upon that point without a closer view. However, they
were white men, and he determined to risk the probabilities of their
being friends. In a subdued voice, without coming into view himself, he
called to them. He knew he was heard, for the man at the oars halted a
second, and glanced furtively toward the shore; but at a slight sign
from the other, he again bent to them, and they both continued, as
though they suspected no danger.
“Hallo, my friends!” called he, in a louder tone, but still concealing
himself. There was no notice, however, taken of him, save he fancied a
quicker propulsion of the boat forward. He now stepped boldly forth and
called,
“Do not be suspicious; I am a friend.”
This brought them to a pause, while the one in the stern spoke.
“We are not satisfied of that; for what business have you here?”
“I might with equal justice put that question to you.”
“If you choose to give no answer, we can not wait to bandy words with
you. Go ahead, Haverland.”
“Hold! is that Alfred Haverland with you?”
“Suppose it is? What is that to you?”
“He is the man whom, above all others, I wish to see. I am Everard
Graham; and perhaps he remembers the name.”
The woodman now turned toward the shore with a stare of wonder. A
minute sufficed.
“It’s he, Ned, sure enough.”
With these words he turned the canoe toward shore. A few strokes sent
it up against the bank, and he sprang out and grasped the hand of his
young friend.
“Why, Graham, what in the name of the seven wonders has brought you
here? I forgot, you _did_ promise me a visit somewhere about this time,
but so many other things have transpired, as to make it slip my mind
altogether. And I can assure you, I have had enough to break the heart
of any ordinary mortal,” he added, in a choking voice.
Explanations were then given; and the wonder, gratitude, and
apprehension, that followed Graham’s story, may be imagined. Before
these were given, Haverland introduced his companion, Ned Haldidge.
“Seth promised to bring Ina back,” said he, “but I could not bear to
remain idle while he alone was searching for her. This good friend,
here, who has had much experience in the border warfare, willingly
joined me. I suppose you would like to see the mother; but if you did,
you would see a well-nigh broken-hearted one, and I can not bear to
meet her until I have learned more of our darling daughter.”
“And if them cowardly Mohawks don’t rue the day they commenced their
infernal work, then Ned Haldidge is mightily mistaken!” exclaimed that
individual, warmly.
“I don’t know,” smiled Graham, “but that with our present number and
present feelings, we might make an open attack upon them, especially as
we have a friend in the camp.”
“No, sir; that’ll never do!” replied the hunter, with a shake of the
head. “They can never be overcome in that way. We could have brought
a dozen men with us who could have blown the cowards to atoms, but
’twouldn’t do.”
“You then rely wholly upon stratagem, eh?”
“Nothing else will do with _them_ critters.”
“And heaven only knows whether that will,” remarked Haverland, in a
desponding tone.
“Ah! don’t give way, Alf, wait till it’s time.”
“You must pardon my exhibition of weakness,” said he, recovering
himself. “Though I feel the strength of an army in these limbs of
mine, yet I have the heart of a _father_ in this bosom, and I can do
any thing for the recovery of my darling daughter. Oh! I can hear her
screams yet, as she was torn from us on that night.”
Graham and Haldidge remained silent, respecting his deep and moving
grief. Soon the father spoke again, and this time his voice and manner
were changed.
“But why stand we here idle? Is there nothing for us to do? Are we to
remain desponding, when a single effort may save her?”
“That’s just what I’ve been thinking ever since we stopped here,”
replied Haldidge. “I don’t see any use in waiting, especially when
there _is_ use in doing something.”
“Let us depart, then. You will accompany us, of course, Graham?”
“Certainly; but I should like to inquire your intentions?” asked he,
pausing on the bank a moment, as the others seated themselves.
“I should think you would remember we can have but one intention,”
answered Haverland, in a tone of slight rebuke.
“That is not exactly what I meant. Of course, I knew your ultimate
intention, but I wished to inquire what course you intended to pursue.”
“Oh, that’s it!” replied Haldidge. “I’ve been considerable among the
redskins of this region, and know that they can be soonest reached by
going down the river some distance further--several miles below this
bend--and taking the land.”
“But my experience tells me you are mistaken this time. Ina’s captors
are now at no great distance, and the shortest course to them, you will
find, is in a direct line from here, across the open prairie, the other
side the river.”
“At any rate, we will cross to the opposite bank; so step in.”
“Wait a minute. What does that mean?”
As Graham spoke, he pointed quickly up the river. From the position of
the two within the boat, they could discern nothing.
“Jump ashore, quick, and pull the boat out of sight. There’s something
a-foot, and you musn’t be seen,” exclaimed Graham excitedly, in an
undertone, as he stooped and grasped the prow of the canoe. The men
sprang ashore, and in an instant the vessel was hauled up out of sight,
while the three made themselves invisible, and from their hiding-places
eagerly watched the river.
The object which had arrested the attention of Graham, was a second
canoe, which was just making its appearance round the bend above, which
had first brought his friends to view. This latter one was of about the
same size, and could be seen to hold either three or four persons. The
dark-tufted heads of the occupants, rising like statues in the boat,
showed unmistakably that they were Indians.
As it came nearer and nearer, Haldidge whispered there was a fourth
person in the stern, _and she was a female_! Haverland and Graham
breathed hard, for a wild hope filled the heart of each, but as the
canoe came abreast of them, while they could plainly distinguish the
features of the three savages, they could not gain a glimpse of the
fourth person. She was covered by an Indian shawl, and her head was
bowed low upon her bosom, as though in deep and painful thought.
“Let us fire and send these three dogs to eternity,” whispered Graham.
Haldidge raised his hand.
“’Twon’t do, there may be others about, and if that other one is Ina,
it may only be the means of her destruction. Alf, do you think that is
her?”
“I can’t tell--yes, by heaven, ’tis her! Look! she has moved her shawl.
Let us rescue her at once!” exclaimed the father, rising, and about to
start.
“Hold!” imperatively and half angrily commanded Haldidge, “you will
spoil all by your rashness. Don’t you see it is near night? They are
now below us, and we can not get them in such a range as to insure us
each of them. Wait till it is darker, and we will pursue them. I have a
plan which I think can not fail. Just restrain yourself a short time,
and I will bring things about in a manner that will surprise them as
much as it will you.”
Haverland sank down again beside the others. The night was now fast
coming on, and in a few minutes the light, birch canoe was shoved
noiselessly into the water, and the three made ready for the race of
life and death.