CHAPTER XI.

HOMEWARD BOUND.

We spent no time in leave-taking after once having made ready for the

journey. It was as if we three formed a separate command, and had no

comrades among the main body of the volunteers, therefore it was not

necessary we should say good-by.

Simon Kenton was to carry up the Ohio certain papers with which Major

Clarke had entrusted him, and once these were in his possession there

was nothing to detain us at Kaskaskia.

We took our departure from the post a full half hour before daybreak,

when none save the sentinels were there to see us push off from the

shore, and allowed the canoe to drift down the river until we were come

to the Ohio.

It would be more laborious to paddle the dugout against the swift

current than to walk, and we had already decided to make our way through

the wilderness on foot, ever keeping within a short distance of the

river, where we might expect to get the earliest information if the

savages were moving about bent on mischief.

We came to a halt at a point where we waited for the flat-boats on the

journey down, and here a day was spent in procuring and cooking meat,

for Simon Kenton had decided that once the long tramp was really begun

we would push forward at the best possible pace. It was reasonable to

believe that in a short time we would have arrived at that portion of

the country where it might not be well to discharge a rifle simply for

the purpose of killing game.

We did not expect to make the journey without some danger of coming

across small parties of the painted brutes who thirsted for the blood of

white people; but it was not in our thoughts that we should encounter

any serious dangers. The worst of the tramp, so we believed, might be

the labor of pushing on through the underbrush until the many miles

which lay between us and Corn Island had been traversed.

Simon Kenton was in particularly good humor on that morning when, all

our preparations completed, we left the camping place with our faces

turned toward the north, and I was exceedingly happy, for at the end of

the journey my mother was waiting to greet me.

During two full days we pressed steadily onward, seeing nothing to cause

alarm, and making reasonably good progress, and then came that which

threatened a fatal ending to what had been a most successful journey.

We encamped on the second night in a small thicket of scrub where the

foliage was so dense that the chill night wind was shut out as

completely as if we had been within four walls of stout logs, and felt

so secure that Simon Kenton himself had proposed we build a light blaze

to cook a turkey we had just killed.

The meat was roasted, and we ate such a supper as can be enjoyed only by

those who have performed a full day's labor, and after the meal was come

to an end Paul and I fell asleep even as we sat before the fire.

How long we were thus unconscious I am unable to say; but it seemed to

me as if I had no more than crossed the borders of dreamland before I

was awakened by the pressure of a heavy hand over my mouth.

In the forest one becomes accustomed to awakening quickly, and without

starting up.

When the eyes are open the first thought is as to the reason for thus

being aroused, and due heed is given to all the surroundings before any

movement is made.

Therefore it was I understood at once that Simon Kenton's hand was

covering my mouth, and that he was hurriedly burying the light embers

with ashes.

Pressing his arm to let him know I was thoroughly aroused, I rose to a

sitting posture.

No sound brake the stillness of the night, for, sheltered as we were by

the scrub, even the moaning of the wind failed to reach our ears.

Kenton was awakening Paul, and he, brave lad, made as little disturbance

on thus being aroused as if all his life had been spent on the frontier.

It was to my mind a certainty that the scout had heard or seen savages,

and I drew up my rifle to assure myself it was in proper working order.

It is by no means soothing to the nerves to be thus aroused and forced

to remain on the alert in ignorance of what threatens. I know of no

situation more trying, and while I inwardly trembled with apprehension,

my eyes sought out Paul in the gloom to learn how he was bearing up

under what many old, experienced hunters have told me was, in their

opinion, the most trying of all border warfare.

The lad sat silent and motionless, his rifle in hand, and though it was

impossible to distinguish his features, I knew full well he was as calm

and placid as when we remained concealed in the thicket just beyond the

stockade at Kaskaskia, when I believed a desperate battle was before us.

During perhaps half an hour we three remained in the same position as

when first having been awakened, and then Simon Kenton began to creep

cautiously out through the underbrush, having first motioned for us to

remain quiet.

He was bent on learning what had alarmed him, and but for advertising

myself as a coward, I would have insisted, as well as I might by

gestures, upon his remaining with us, for to me, almost anything was

preferable to separation.

I checked the impulse, however, but moved closer to Paul, and he, dear

lad, pressed my hand as if to give me courage.

That he, whom I had at the outset considered the weakest of the party,

should be the one to encourage, shamed me, and I threw off his hand as

if in anger, when in reality it was nothing save nervous fear which

prompted the movement.

As nearly as I could judge, Simon Kenton had been absent ten minutes

before we heard anything whatsoever, and then the report of a musket,

followed by a scream of pain, caused the blood to bound in my veins.

Instinctively I leaped to my feet when I should have remained

motionless, and Paul laid hold of the skirt of my hunting-shirt as if

fearing I might be counting on rushing out.

One, two, three minutes passed, during which time the most absolute

silence reigned, and then a slight rustling of the branches told that

the scout was returning.

I breathed more freely, knowing he was not the one who had given vent to

that cry of pain, and stepped forward to learn how serious was the

danger which threatened.

"We have run across thirty or more reptiles--most likely the same that

were met while coming down the river," he whispered in my ear as I bent

forward eager for information.

"Why did you fire?" I asked, believing for the moment that by such act

he had told them where we lay concealed.

"They had learned where we were, and now completely surround us. It's a

case of fightin' our way out, lad, if we count on gainin' Corn Island.

It is better to make a move at once, than wait till they are ready to

close in on us."

I understood by these words that Kenton believed the situation to be

most dangerous, otherwise he would not have suggested we make a move in

the night when the savages would have a great advantage over us, and, as

usual in such cases, my heart grew cowardly once more.

While I stood there undecided the scout hurriedly repeated to Paul that

which he had told me, and I saw the lad rise to his feet without

hesitation. He was even then, as he has since many times proven himself,

my superior in all that goes to make up a frontiersman.

"Follow me," Kenton whispered, "and when you are forced to fire, see to

it there be no delay in re-loadin' your rifle. Accordin' to my way of

thinkin' we'll have to fight ourselves through this gang, an' the more

we disable 'twixt now an' night the easier will be our work to-morrow."

There was in my mind the thought that we were now where we must keep up

a running fight until one party or the other was shot down, and,

considering the fact that they outnumbered us at least ten to one, it

seemed most likely ours would be the side that went under.

When danger comes close upon me I forget my cowardice, as a rule, and so

it was now. There seemed little chance we could fight our way through

where were so many to oppose us, and the odds were all in favor of the

savages.

Realizing this fully, as I believe Simon Kenton did also, I ceased to

think of the cause I had for fear, but set my teeth hard, resolving to

give the painted wolves good reason to remember me after they had shot

us down.

Simon Kenton was not disposed to linger; he understood of what advantage

in a fight is the first blow, and was eager to deal it.

He waited only long enough to assure himself we two lads were ready for

the hot work before us, and then turned to leave the hiding-place which,

as he had said, was already surrounded.

Paul would have brought up the rear, but that I held the position as

belonging to me. Surely a lad who had always lived in towns could not

reasonably expect to be allowed such a post of danger when there were

others with a right to claim it.

That the savages were keeping a keen watch we knew instantly Simon

Kenton stepped outside the dense thicket, for then came the report of a

rifle, and a bullet whistled past my head so near that I could feel the

"wind" of its flight.

It was a queer act, when the darkness was so intense that one could not

distinguish an object twenty paces away, yet instinctively we three

darted behind the nearest trees for shelter, and there stood straining

our eyes in the hope of being able to discover a living target.

It was like looking into a deep well, to peer ahead, and all three of us

must have understood at the same instant that it was little less than

folly to remain there with any hope of sending a bullet home, for Paul

had just turned to continue the flight when Simon Kenton whispered to

me:

"We cannot benefit ourselves by remainin' here. The best plan is to

continue on up river, makin' as many miles as possible before daylight."

Having said this he darted forward, forcing Paul to fall into line

behind him, and I came close at the latter's heels.

Now was begun the oddest fight ever seen on the Ohio River.

We three were pressing forward as if it would advantage us much to gain

a few extra miles before morning, and the savages followed cautiously,

firing at random now and then, although they could not hope a single

bullet would take effect.

Several times we halted in the hope that the reptiles, thinking only of

overtaking us, might come up within shooting distance; but they were too

wary to be caught by any trick of that kind.

Whenever we came to a full stop it was as if all nature ceased

breathing, for we could not hear the lightest whisper amid the foliage,

and when the flight had continued in such fashion for an hour or more,

Simon Kenton said as we stood side by side listening intently for some

token of the villains:

"We won't get a fair shot at them until daylight, an' then they'll have

the same chance at us. I reckon we'd better make all the distance we can

while it is dark, an' then lay by when the sun rises."

To my mind it could benefit us but little if we approached a few miles

nearer our destination, for unless these wretches could be beaten back

within a reasonably short time, they would succeed in killing us before

we could come within fifty miles of the point we most desired to gain.

However, while holding death at bay for a few hours more or less we

might as well have our faces turned in the right direction, and I was

ready to do whatsoever the scout suggested, for, as I have said, fear

had fled from me now that our position was so desperate.

We alternately drove ahead at full speed, and stopped to take breath.

The Indians fired at random now and then, hoping that the sound of our

footsteps might serve as guide; but they inflicted no more injury on us

by shooting, than we did on them while we refrained from discharging our

weapons.

In such manner was the night passed. We had not fired a shot, while the

painted crew in pursuit had wasted twenty bullets or more.

Having walked all day, this severe exertion throughout the night

wearied me excessively, and when the first gray light of coming dawn

filtered through the foliage, it seemed to me as if I was on the verge

of exhaustion.

The labor had told even on Simon Kenton, and Paul was keeping the pace

only through sheer force of will-power.

It was a wondrous relief to me when the scout pointed ahead to what

appeared to be a dense growth of bushes, through which ran a tiny

stream, as he said:

"I reckon we'll find no better place in which to make a stand, than

there."

"Almost anything will please me so that we come to a halt speedily, for

I'm well-nigh winded," I replied, speaking with difficulty because of my

heavy breathing, and in another instant we three stood facing each other

in the thicket, where as yet the light of a new day had not penetrated.

The savages might not approach very near during the darkness without

taking more risks than such reptiles fancied, and during a certain time

we need not fear molestation.

Paul and I flung ourselves at full length on the ground, for in no other

position did it seem possible to recover from the exhaustion which beset

us; but Simon Kenton remained standing at a spot from where he could

have a view of some portion of our surroundings when the sun had

dispelled the gloom.

"I suppose there is good reason to believe the Indians will kill us

before we can arrive at Corn Island?" Paul said in a tone of one asking

a question, after he had recovered his breath sufficiently to speak, and

Simon Kenton replied quietly.

"Two or three such races as we have had this night should give them good

cause for discouragement."

"It is a question whether they or we are getting the worst of this

business," I added, trying to speak calmly, as had my comrades; but

making a bad job of it.

"Twenty-four hours is a long stretch," Paul said thoughtfully, "and it's

all I can do to keep my eyes open."

"Go to sleep, lad," Kenton cried. "We must contrive to get some rest

'twixt now an' night, an' if you two take a nap at once I'll have a

chance later."

It may seem strange that boys should be able to sleep under such

circumstances as these, and yet the permission had no sooner been given

by the scout than I was stretched out at full length, my eyes closing

despite all efforts to keep them open.

The report of a rifle, discharged near at hand, awakened me, and I

looked around to see the scout reloading his rifle.

"Did you wing your bird?" I asked sleepily.

"I hope never to use this 'ere piece again if I didn't. The sneak has

been wrigglin' his way toward us for the last ten minutes, an' I only

waited to let him believe he was keepin' his red carcass out of sight,

although I marked it plainly from the instant he started."

"Have you seen the others?"

"Yes, now an' then through the bushes; but not in such a fashion as I

wanted in order to get a good aim. They've camped down somewhere near

that big gum tree yonder, needin' rest as much as we did, I reckon."

"How long have I been asleep?"

"Three hours or more."

"Then it's time you took a turn at it," and I rose to my feet, Paul

rising up at the same time.

Simon Kenton insisted that we lie down again; but it was to me as if the

repose had been sufficiently long, so thoroughly was I awakened, and

after a short discussion he did as I suggested.

It is needless for me to set down all that was done or said during the

remainder of this long day.

Kenton slept a full four hours, and during that time we had fired twice

at the skulking reptiles as they flitted from one tree to another,

feeling certain that some of the bullets had taken effect.

Then the scout ordered us to get more sleep, nor would he listen to my

assertions that I was fully recovered from the fatigue which had beset

me so sorely.

"You have another long race before you, an' stand in need of more sleep

if you count on holdin' such a pace as I shall set from the goin' down

of the sun till it rises again."

"How long do you expect bein' able to keep up such a flight?" Paul asked

quietly, as if it was a matter in which he had no great interest.

"So far we seem to be doin' rather better than holdin' our own, an' I

reckon we'd best keep up the game. At least three of the painted snakes

are feelin' the worse for havin' begun this little chase, an' we're as

sound as ever."

It was on my tongue's end to say that we could not hope for the same

good fortune during another night of racing through the forest when it

was too dark to distinguish anything not directly in our path; but I

checked myself in time, for no good could come of speaking dispiriting

words while we were in such a desperate situation.

We two lads lay down again to sleep, in accordance with Kenton's

command; but were aroused for a few moments when the scout discharged

his rifle, and I heard him mutter to himself:

"That makes the fourth to-day, an' if we can keep up this play two

nights more, they may come to believe that the game is not worth the

candle."

Sleepily I thought we might find before many hours had passed that all

the shooting was not to be done by us; but the idea was no more than in

mind when my eyes closed again, and I was not conscious of the

surroundings until Kenton shook me roughly.

"It's time we pushed ahead once more," he said in a whisper as I seized

my rifle, believing the savages were about to make a determined attack,

and he added with a low laugh, "There's no more danger threatenin' than

when you was last awake, lad; but the night is well on us, an' we should

be movin'."

He awakened Paul, and the little lad rose to his feet ready for any

emergency; but speaking not a word.

We had yet some portion of our meat, and from this a hurried meal was

made, after which Simon Kenton showed himself ready to set out once more

on what I believed was a fruitless journey, for it did not seem possible

we would live to finish it.

It was like a nightmare, that race through the thicket with the

murderous fiends close on our trail, shooting now and then when in the

gloom the waving branches told of our course.

Kenton kept his word, so far as setting a rapid pace was concerned.

Never before nor since have I strained every muscle and nerve for so

many hours on a stretch.

There were times when we pressed on as if running a foot-race, and more

than once did one or the other of us come full against a tree with such

force that we were hurled backward at full length on the ground.

There was no time to attend to bruises, however severe, for close in our

rear came the relentless brutes, hoping, most likely, for just such a

mishap when they could lessen our number by one.

I believe they fired at us fifty times before we halted for a day's rest

which must be spent in defending ourselves, and by the mercy of God no

bullet came nigh us.

I watched eagerly for the first signs of dawn; my breath was coming

thick and fast, and I feared lest I might fall and not find myself able

to rise again.

Paul had kept close at Kenton's heels without betraying fatigue or

distress; but just at the moment when it seemed as if I must halt,

whatever might be the consequences, he cried sharply:

"I can go no further. You two must keep on without me! It is better that

I be left behind than for all to perish!"

"We'll all come out of it with whole skins, or fall together," Simon

Kenton said sharply. "Try to hold the pace, lad, till we find a place in

which we can defend ourselves."

Even as he spoke we had arrived at a spot where half a dozen large trees

had been overthrown by the wind, forming exactly the kind of a

fortification needed by those sorely beset as were we.

Kenton helped Paul over the logs into the very center, and I followed

with many a stumble, falling on my face, utterly blown, when we were in

the middle of the timber network.

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