THE REDSKINS.
The body of the Indian killed by Leon had followed for some minutes
the course of the river, then had become entangled in the reeds, and
eventually stopped exactly in the centre of the Indian camp, in whose
proximity Leon and his comrades halted that night without suspecting it.
At the sight of their brother's corpse, the redskins had uttered the
formidable yell which the smugglers heard, and rushed tumultuously to
the bank, pointing to the canoe. Leon seized the paddles, which were in
the boat, and, aided by Wilhelm, was soon out of reach.
The disconcerted Indians, who did not know with whom they had to
deal, gesticulated and bespattered the fugitives with all the insults
which the Indian language could supply them with, calling them dogs,
asses, ducks, and other epithets borrowed from the nomenclature of the
animals which they hate and despise. Leon troubled himself but little
about their insults, and continued to paddle, which re-established the
circulation of the blood, which the cold had interrupted.
A few bullets, meant for the fugitives, were sent after them, but they
merely dashed up the water.
The night passed thus: the smugglers paddled eagerly, for they had
noticed that the stream, owing to repeated windings, was sensibly
approaching the forest which was their destination. Still, having
nothing more to fear from their enemies, they drew in the paddles for
a few minutes' rest, and each feeling in his alforjas, drew out some
provisions, which he hurriedly devoured. As day had arrived, there was
no harm in their letting the canoe drift for awhile, though they kept a
sharp lookout.
Leon and Giacomo had lit their cigarettes, and Wilhelm his magnificent
porcelain pipe, from which he never separated, when the latter, who was
beginning to inhale with gentle satisfaction the enormous jets of smoke
which he drew from the stem, let his pipe fall in the bottom of the
canoe, while exclaiming with an expression of terror and surprise--
"Der Teufel!"
"What is it?" Leon at once said, who understood that Wilhelm had seen
something extraordinary.
"Look!" the German replied, as he stretched out his arm in the
direction whence they had come.
"Sacrebleu!" Leon shouted; "two canoes in pursuit of us! We must look
out."
"Sangre de Cristo!" Giacomo said, with a start which nearly upset the
canoe.
"What now?" Leon asked.
"Look!"
"A thousand fiends!" Leon exclaimed, "we are surrounded!"
Two canoes were really coming up rapidly behind the smugglers, while
two others, which had started from the opposite banks, were arriving
with the manifest intention of barring their passage and cutting off
their retreat.
"These gentlemen," said Giacomo, "wish to make us dance a funny
sambacueca; what do you say to it, captain?"
"We will pay for their music, my fine fellows. In the meanwhile, paddle
firmly, and look out for the attack."
And seizing the paddles again, Wilhelm and Giacomo gave such an impulse
to the canoe that it seemed to fly through the water. Leon, who was
standing up, was calculating the chances of the encounter. He was not
afraid of the boats that were following them, for they were still at
too great a distance to hope to catch him, but all his anxiety was
directed to those coming toward them, and between which they must
infallibly pass. Each paddle stroke brought them nearer to the hostile
canoes, which seemed overloaded with men, and to move with considerable
difficulty.
Leon formed a bold resolution, the only one that could save him and
his. Instead of trying to pass between the canoes, in which he ran a
risk of being sunk, he kept to the left, and advanced in a straight
line on the canoe nearest to him.
On seeing this manoeuvre, the Indians broke out in shouts of joy and
triumph. The smugglers made no reply, but continued to advance. A smile
played round Leon's lips. As he steered the canoe toward the Indians,
he noticed that the left bank of the stream formed an inlet, behind an
island, which, though very near the land, left a passage sufficiently
wide for his boat, which thus would avoid a detour, and at the same
time gain ground on their pursuers. The great thing was, to reach the
point of the island before the Indians in the first canoe.
The latter, who suspected their enemy's intentions, had changed their
tactics, and, instead of coming up to meet the Europeans, tacked and
paddled actively for the island. Leon understood that he must delay
their progress at all risks.
Not a shot had as yet been fired on either side; the redskins felt
themselves so sure of seizing the smugglers that they had thought it
unnecessary, to proceed to such extremities, while the smugglers, who
felt the need of saving their powder in a hostile country, where it
would be impossible for them to renew their stock, had imitated their
prudence, however desirous they might feel to attack.
The Indian canoe was only fifty yards from the island, when Leon
stooped down to his comrades and whispered a few words. The latter
shipped their paddies, and seizing their rifles, knelt down, and rested
the barrels on the gunwale of the canoe, after driving home a second
bullet. Leon had done the same.
"Are you ready?" he asked a moment after.
"Yes," the two men replied.
"Fire, then, and aim low."
The three discharges were blended in one. We have said that the two
canoes were excessively close.
"Now to your paddles--quick!" the captain said.
Four arms seized them, and the light canoe recommenced its rapid
course. Leon alone reloaded his rifle and knelt down in readiness to
fire. The effect of the firing was soon visible; the three bullets,
striking at the same spot, had formed an enormous breach in the side of
the canoe, just at the line of floatation.
Cries of terror were raised by the Indians, who leaped into the water
one after the other, and swam in different directions. As for the
canoe, left to itself, it drifted for a little while, gradually filled,
and sank. Fancying themselves freed from their enemies, the smugglers
relaxed their efforts; but all at once Wilhelm raised his paddle, while
Leon seized his rifle by the barrel.
Two Indians, with athletic limbs and savage looks, were trying to catch
hold of the canoe and upset it, but they soon fell back with cloven
skulls and drifted down the stream. A few moments later the smugglers
reached the passage. The Indians who had left the water pursued them by
running along the bank, and threw stones at them, as they were unable
to use their muskets, which had been wetted by the plunge into the
water.
Leon again recommended his men to redouble their vigour, in order to
escape as soon as possible from the enormous projectiles which fell
around the canoe from every tuft of grass; for the Indians, according
to their habit, were careful not to show themselves in the open through
fear of bullets.
The captain saw, a few paces from him, a thicket of aquatic plants
shaking, so he aimed at it and fired on the chance. A terrible yell
burst from the tangled mass of canaverales and lianas, and an Indian
rushed forth to seek shelter behind the tree that grew on the bank.
Leon, who had reloaded his piece in all haste, pointed it in the
direction of the fugitive, but raised it again directly. The man had
just fallen, and was writhing in the last convulsions of death.
Several redskins rushed upon him, carried him away and disappeared.
A suddenly calm and extraordinary tranquillity succeeded the extreme
agitation and cries which had aroused the echoes a few minutes before.
"There!" said Leon as he laid the gun in the bottom of the boat, and
seizing a pair of paddles to help Giacomo--"they have enough; now that
they know the range of my rifle, they will leave us at peace."
In fact, the Indians gave no further sign of life; but this must not
surprise the reader. The redskins are accustomed never to expose
themselves unnecessarily. With them success alone can justify their
actions, and when they do not consider themselves the stronger, they
give up with the greatest facility any plans which they have formed,
for the most inveterate pursuit.
At this moment the smugglers doubled the point of the island. The
second canoe was already far behind them; as for those which they had
first perceived, they were mere specks on the horizon. When the Indians
in the second canoe perceived that the smugglers were escaping from
them, and had got ahead of them, they gave a general discharge which
wounded nobody, and turned back to join their companions on land.
Leon and his men were saved. After paddling for about an hour in order
to put a great distance between themselves and their enemies, they
took a moment's rest to recover from this warm alarm, and wash the
contusions which they had received, for some of the stones had struck
them. In the heat of the action they had not noticed this, but now that
the danger was passed, they began to feel them.
The forest, which in the morning had been so distant from them, was now
excessively close, and they had hopes of reaching it before night. They
therefore took up the paddles again with fresh ardour and continued
their route. At sunset the canoe disappeared beneath the immense dome
of foliage of the virgin forest which the stream intersected obliquely.
At nightfall the yells of wild beasts were heard hoarsely in the depths
of the forest. Leon did not consider it prudent to venture at this hour
into unknown regions, which contained dangers of every description.
Consequently after tacking about for some time, the captain gave orders
to pull for a rocky point which jutted out into the water, and which
they could approach without any difficulty. After they had landed, Leon
walked round the rock in order to reconnoitre the neighbourhood, and
find out in what part of the forest they were.
Chance served him better than he could have hoped for. After parting
with great difficulty and extraordinary precautions the creepers and
shrubs which obstructed his progress, he suddenly found himself at the
entrance of a natural grotto formed by one of the volcanic convulsions
so frequent in these regions.
On seeing this he stopped, and lopping with his machete a branch of the
resinous tree, which the Indians call the candle tree, and which grows
profusely in that part of America, he struck a light, lit the torch,
and then boldly entered the grotto, followed by Wilhelm and Giacomo.
The smuggler's sudden appearance startled a swarm of night birds and
bats, which began flying heavily in all directions and attempting to
escape.
Leon continued his march without troubling himself about these gloomy
denizens, whose sports he so unexpectedly interrupted. All at once
a hoarse and prolonged growl was audible in a remote corner of the
grotto. The three men remained nailed to the ground. They found
themselves face to face with a magnificent bear, of which the cavern
was doubtless the usual abode, and which, standing on its hind legs
with widely-opened mouth, showed the troublesome visitors, who had
disturbed it in its retreat, a tongue red as blood, and glistening
claws of a remarkable length. Its round and staring eyes were fixed on
the smugglers in a way that caused them to reflect. Luckily the latter
were not the men to let themselves be intimidated for long.
"There's a fellow who seems inclined to sup with us," said Giacomo,
looking at the animal.
"Silence! My piece will make us, on the contrary, sup with him. Here,
Giacomo, take my torch, lad."
"Take care, captain," the latter observed. "A shot fired at this spot
will make a frightful din, and bring a band of red devils on our back."
"You are right, by Heaven!" the captain replied; "We must run no risk."
Then, laying his rifle along the side of the grotto, he undid the lasso
which he rolled round his body.
"Get behind me," he said to his comrades, "and be in readiness to help
me."
Then, after carefully preparing the lasso, he whirled it round his
head, while whistling in a peculiar manner. At this unexpected
apparition the bear shambled two or three paces toward him, and
that was its ruin. The running knot fell on its shoulders, and the
three smugglers, laying hold of the end of the lasso, began running
backwards, while pulling with all their strength.
The poor animal thus strangled and putting out a tongue of a foot long,
tottered about, while trying in vain to free itself with its heavy paws
from the necklace which squeezed its throat. The smugglers did not
relax their efforts till the bear had heaved its last sigh.
"Now," said Leon, when he was certain that the bear was really dead,
"for the canoe."
The three men returned to the boat, drew it out of the water, and
taking it on their shoulders, carried it to the end of the grotto.
Then, with a patience of which Indians and wood rangers are alone
capable, they effaced every trace which might have led to a discovery
of their landing, and the retreat which they had chosen. The smallest
bent blade of grass was straightened; the lianas and shrubs which they
had parted were brought together again, and after this operation was
completed, no one could have suspected that human beings had passed
that way. After this, making an ample provision of dead wood and
torches, they re-entered the grotto with the manifest intention of at
length taking the rest which they so greatly needed.
All this had required time; hence, so soon as they were free from
anxiety, Giacomo, who was a mighty hunter, began flaying the bear,
while Wilhelm lit a colossal fire. The queso and charque remained in
the alforjas, thanks to the succulent steaks which Giacomo adroitly cut
off the animal, and which, being roasted on the embers, procured them a
delicious supper.
When quite satisfied, the three men crowned this feast with a few
drops of rum which Leon had about him, and after smoking for some ten
minutes, they wrapped themselves in their ponchos, with their feet to
the fire and their hands on their weapons. Nothing disturbed their
rest, which lasted till long after the first sunbeams had purpled the
horizon, and it was Leon who awoke his comrades.
"Up!" he shouted to them, "the sun has risen and we must think of
business."
"Ah!" said Wilhelm, as he rubbed his eyes, "what a pity! I was dreaming
that we were carrying a cargo of pisco past the custom-house officers,
who presented arms to us."
"I was not dreaming," said Giacomo, "but I was having a glorious
snooze."
In a minute he was on his legs, while Leon was reflecting on his best
course.
"Giacomo," he said to the Italian, who was making arrangements for
a start, "we have arrived at the spot where our search will really
begin. It is impossible for all three of us to dream of entering the
city, which must be in the heart of this forest. On the other hand, I
may have occasion to require men here in whom I can trust; you will
therefore go back to the Parumo of San Juan Bautista. So soon as the
band arrives you will take the command and lead it to the spot where we
now are."
"What! I am to leave you!"
"It must be. Take careful note of the road we have followed, so as to
make no mistake."
"All right, captain."
"However, when you return with our comrades, you will try to find a
shorter and more direct route."
"Yes, captain."
"This grotto is large enough to shelter you all; you will remain in it
with your horses, and not quit it, save on an order from me--you hear?"
"And understand--all right."
"One last recommendation. I have told you that it was important for the
success of the enterprise I am undertaking that I should find all my
men here in case of need. Remember, then, that I expressly forbid you
letting yourselves be trapped by the Redskins, and you must show them
that they are but asses when compared with a clever smuggler."
"We will prove it to them, captain, and I will take it on myself."
"In that case, you will set out directly, while we proceed through this
forest, which seems the most entangled that I ever saw."
"One moment--hang it!" Wilhelm exclaimed; "do you not see, captain,
that breakfast is ready?"
In fact, Wilhelm, as a man who did not care to run after adventures on
an empty stomach, had blown up the fire smouldering in the ashes, and
roasted some superb slices of bear meat.
"Wilhelm, you are growing greedy," said Leon, affecting a tone of
reproach.
"Captain, when a man has his stomach full he can march a long distance
without feeling fatigued," the German answered sententiously; "besides,
the morning air sharpens the appetite."
"Very good, then, but we must make haste," Leon resumed, amazed at this
long sentence.
"There, captain, it is first-rate."
Wilhelm had spoken the truth in asserting that the morning air
sharpened the appetite, for, in spite of the toughness of the meat
which composed the staple of their meal, it was disposed of in a
twinkling, which leads to the supposition that the idea which the
German had was not inopportune.
"Giacomo," Leon said again, "Wilhelm and I have provisions enough for a
few days, and the forest will not let us want for game, if we require
it; so you had better take the rest of the bear with you."
"Thanks, captain. At my first halt I will cut up all the best meat
left."
"Take it while we put the canoe in the water."
The three men then left the grotto, though not till they had looked
all around to see whether any danger existed for them. Giacomo had
thrown the bear's hide over his shoulders, and walked in front, Leon
and Wilhelm following, and bearing on their shoulders the canoe, in the
bottom of which they had deposited the remaining bear meat. The skiff
was soon balancing lightly on the water; Giacomo leaped in, seized the
paddles and went off.
"Good-bye, captain--good-bye, Wilhelm, till we meet again," he said for
the last time.
"Good-bye and good luck," the latter replied, and the smuggler
proceeded in the direction of the Parumo of San Juan Bautista. Leon
looked after him for a moment, and then addressed Wilhelm, who was
awaiting his orders.
"My friend," he said to him, "I fear that we may have many difficulties
to face if we cross the forest together. Suppose I left you in the
grotto to await Giacomo's return? Once I have arrived at Garakouaïti, I
could easily find means to warn you."
"What are you thinking of, captain? Suppose you were to be taken
prisoner, or wounded, in that case there would be no chance of helping
you if you were alone. At any rate, if anything happen on the road
while we are travelling together, I will return at full speed to warn
my comrades."
"Still, you will be forced to leave me after we have crossed the
forest; for, as I told you, admission to the city is interdicted to
all those who are not Indians, and the means which I imagine I have
discovered to enter can only be used by myself."
"Well, then, captain, let me accompany you to the vicinity of the city,
and then I will turn back."
"Very good; that is settled."
The two men re-entered the grotto, fetched their travelling utensils,
and came out again, rifle on shoulders, and axe in hand. They then
buried themselves in the virgin forest which lay expanded before them.