CHAPTER XIII.

AN ALARM.

The journey, begun under rather gloomy auspices, was continued more

gaily, in spite of the pride and taciturnity of the Spanish soldiers.

The latter, who took a pride in behaving exactly like their master, on

seeing the count talking in a friendly way with the adventurer, broke,

in their turn, the silence to which they had obstinately condemned

themselves since the morning, and interchanged a few remarks, though

extremely careful not to raise their voices above an indistinct murmur.

Several hours passed, and nothing interrupted the monotony of the

journey. The Spaniards had left the banks of the lake and entered a

country whose gloomy and desolate appearance was rendered even more

sad by the approach of night. There were no lofty trees, no smiling

savannahs. On all sides rose overthrown rocks, piled in a disorderly

manner on each other, some covered with a velvety moss, others scarce

allowing their black hue to be guessed beneath a cloak of brambles and

cherfoil. In some spots, the water forced its way through crevices in

the rock, and rolled through green strata, glistening with mica. A

nameless stream with difficulty found a passage through the midst of

this chaos, and occupied two-thirds of the canyon which the travellers

were constrained to follow; at rare intervals, stunted trees were

visible: still, as nature ever has her harmony, the breeze ever and

anon entered the canyon. Then, as if by enchantment, the mysterious

dialogues between the leaves and the wind, the nymphæas and the water,

filled this desolate solitude with ineffable choruses.

The travellers yielded involuntarily to the depressing influences of

the scenery they passed through, the conversation suddenly ceased, and

each rode with his hand on his weapon, looking anxiously around and

ready to fire at the slightest suspicious movement in the chaparral.

The Sumach halted, and thoughtfully examined the gloomy landscape

spread out in front of him.

"What is the matter?" the count asked him; "What are you thinking about

at this moment, caballero?"

"I am thinking, señor," the adventurer said, seriously, "that Don

Aníbal spoke most sensibly to you this morning, and that you acted very

wrong in neglecting his advice and refusing his offer."

"Oh, oh," the count replied with a forced smile; "this country has not

a very encouraging look, I allow, still I dare not believe that you are

afraid."

The adventurer looked at him.

"And even if I were afraid," he said a moment later, "do you think

I should do my duty worse on that account, in a case of need? Fear

is nothing but the instinct of self-preservation, a nervous movement

independent of our will, which causes us to forebode danger, and thus

helps us to conquer it by suggesting the means of avoiding it. Fear is

nothing dishonouring; every man has been afraid several times in his

life, and he who denies it is a brute. I never see a gun barrel pointed

at my chest without feeling a sensation of internal cold which is

simply fear."

"The man who speaks so frankly of a feeling which everybody tries

to hide must be brave," said the count; "but let us break off this

discussion for the present, which we will resume at a more favourable

moment, and pray explain your ideas to me."

"It will not take long, señor; my opinion is that no spot could be

better chosen than this for an ambuscade."

"Which means?"

"That, if we are to be attacked, it will be inevitably here."

"The spot, it is true, has a bad reputation; but it is long since any

attack of the sort has been heard of in the country, and nothing leads

to the supposition that we have one to apprehend."

The Canadian shook his head with a preoccupied air which alarmed the

count.

"Come," he said, "my friend, speak clearly; I am a man. Have we, yes or

no, anything to fear?"

"Yes," Oliver replied bluntly.

"Do you think so?"

"No; I am sure of it."

"Still, up to the present, we have perceived nothing."

"You, doubtless," the adventurer interrupted, "whose senses have been

blunted by a long residence in towns, have perceived nothing; but I,

accustomed to desert life, have during the last ten minutes picked up

proofs which do not permit me the least doubt on this head. I repeat

that we shall be attacked within an hour perhaps, but assuredly at

sunset."

"Tell me what signs you have discovered."

"What good will that do, señor? It is better to profit by the time left

us to prepare to resist the attack that threatens us."

"I wish to have the proof, not because I doubt your words or your

sagacity, but because there is in all this something extraordinary

which I wish to unravel."

"Be satisfied, then," the hunter said; "stoop down."

The adventurer removed a few leaves, and displayed a footstep perfectly

imprinted on the damp ground.

"What is this?" the count said, with a surprise mingled with terror.

"It is the mark of a war moccasin," the hunter answered calmly. "Now,

remain here without stirring, while I follow the track; within half

an hour we shall know who the enemies are who are upon our trail, and

their number."

Without awaiting the count's answer, the adventurer dismounted, slipped

into the bushes, and disappeared, ere the other had entirely recovered

from the amazement the discovery of this Indian sign caused him. As

always happens under such circumstances, in the hour of danger, the

Canadian adventurer, owing to his thorough acquaintance with Indian

habits, instantaneously became the most important man of the party. The

count and the soldiers composing his escort, though very brave in the

presence of civilized enemies, had an instinctive terror of savages,

which, in the probable event of a struggle, would inevitably entail

their ruin, had they not had with them a man in whose experience and

fidelity they placed entire confidence.

This confidence the adventurer, whom that same morning they had

regarded not only as a stranger, but almost as an enemy, had managed

to obtain in a few hours; as for his experience, he had just furnished

a proof, which removed any doubt. Hence the Spaniards were resolved to

follow his advice, and obey without discussion the orders he thought

proper to give them, as they were persuaded that their safety would

depend solely on their docility, and the rapidity of their movements.

The Canadian's absence was not longer than he had stated: he suddenly

reappeared among the travellers before they had seen or heard him

coming.

"Well," the count asked him eagerly, "what news? Were you mistaken?"

The adventurer burst into a mocking laugh.

"I mistaken! Hang me if that is possible," he said.

"Then, we are pursued by Indians?"

"Pursued and preceded; we are literally between two fires."

The Spaniards felt a shudder run over them on hearing this.

"Are they numerous?" the count continued.

"No, there are only a few warriors; the weakness of our party is known,

and a large display of strength was considered useless."

"In that case, then, you think we have a chance?"

"Men have one always, when they do not give in," the Canadian replied

sententiously.

"How many are there, at a guess?"

"I will give you their exact number, for I have counted them to the

last man. The first detachment, the one ambushed behind us, has only

twelve men."

"What," the count exclaimed, "do you not consider that large odds?"

"Hang it," the Canadian said simply, "you do not reflect that we are

seven palefaces."

The count shook his head, feeling but little convinced by such

reasoning.

"Go on," he said; "and the second detachment, the one ahead of us?"

"That is more numerous: it is composed of nineteen warriors, among whom

I recognized several picked braves, from the wolf tails they wore on

their heels."

"¡Caramba!" the count exclaimed with ill-disguised terror, "Thirty-one

warriors in all, and yet you do not consider them too many for seven

men!"

"I do not know whether thirty warriors are too many for seven men," the

Canadian answered dryly; "all I can say is, that my friend Moonshine

and myself have frequently fought a larger number of redskins in

positions worse than our present one. Ah! if Moonshine were here, I

promise you I should need nobody's help to free us from this vermin."

The Canadian's language produced an amazing effect on the minds of the

Spaniards.

"Listen to me," he continued; "make haste and form some resolution;

time presses, I warn you, and flight is impossible. As for me, do not

trouble yourselves, for I can always manage to get out of a scrape. You

have the choice of two things, defend yourselves bravely or surrender

without a blow; in the former case, you have a chance of escape, or,

at the most, of being killed; in the second, you will be inevitably

attached to the war stake, and you know with what diabolical art the

redskins torture white men who fall into their hands."

"Our choice is not doubtful," the count answered boldly; "we will

defend ourselves."

"Good," said the Canadian, "that is speaking like a man."

"The only thing is, we do not know what we ought to do in order to sell

our lives as dearly as possible."

The Canadian appeared to reflect.

"Well," he said, a moment later, "I must not conceal anything from

you, your salvation depends, not only on your resolution, but also on

the skill with which you fight your enemies. The redskins are cunning,

and it is by cunning alone that you will be able to conquer them. Now,

although your situation is critical, I do not consider it desperate;

but there must be no hesitation or false steps, which would prove your

ruin."

"We, and I the first, place ourselves under your orders, señor," said

the count; "from this moment you are our chief, and whatever you

command, we will do."

"Is that really the case?" he said, gladly; "Well then, set your minds

at rest. These red devils, clever as they are, have not got us yet,

and with God's help we will give them a tough job to get hold of our

scalps."

At no great distance from the spot where the travellers had halted,

the stream to which we have alluded formed a rather sharp curve, in

consequence of a mass of lofty rocks which almost completely barred

its course. These rocks, though belonging to the mainland, advanced

almost into the centre of the river bed, which they commanded for some

forty yards, piled up irregularly on one another, doubtless through

one of the earthquakes so frequent in this country. These rocks were

sufficiently wide for twenty men to shelter themselves, and from this

position command the narrow canyon. It was to this natural fortress

that the Canadian led his comrades, observing to the count that in this

position they had no fear of being surrounded, and could, to a certain

extent, make up for absent help.

When they reached the line of rocks, an apparently insurmountable

obstacle presented itself; this was to make the horses, which they

would not part from, cross the line of surf separating them from the

rocks. The Canadian dismounted and carefully examined the passage. Then

he returned, and taking his horse by the bridle, led it with extreme

care across this difficult passage. The animal laid back its ears,

resisted, and snorted wildly; but its master, while speaking to it and

patting it, managed to lead it to the centre of a small esplanade,

where it was protected on all sides against the Indian bullets and

arrows. The Spaniards imitated the hunter's movements; so soon as the

first horse had passed, the others, after some hesitation, followed it,

and soon found themselves by the side of the Canadian's.

"Good," said the adventurer, rubbing his hands; "let the redskins come

now and we will give them the reception they deserve."

Still he did not consider himself sufficiently safe yet behind these

natural defences, and, helped by his comrades, he actively began

raising a barricade with trees and lumps of rock, so as to form a sort

of parapeted wall behind which it was possible to fire without showing

themselves.

"Now," he said to the Spaniards, as he calculated the height of the

sun, "it is five o'clock. The Indians, who although invisible, have not

lost one of our movements, will not attack us before nightfall; that is

to say, we have two hours before us to rest and eat our supper. Do not

be afraid about lighting a fire; our enemies are perfectly acquainted

with our position. Hence, we have no need to hide ourselves. Still, two

of you will carefully watch the bank, while two others collect dry wood

and cut grass for the horses."

The order was immediately executed. The Canadian then sat down, quietly

lit his pipe, and made the count a sign to follow his example.

"Now, señor," he said to him, "you see that every precaution has been

made for a vigorous defence."

"Yes," the count kindly replied, "and with a skill and promptness which

I cannot sufficiently admire."

"Nonsense, it is only habit. I suppose your soldiers are brave?"

"As lions."

"Very good. Are they good shots?"

"They are far from equalling you, still they possess considerable

skill."

"In a word they will do their best, and we can expect no more from a

man. But I have another and more serious question to ask you. Have you

ammunition?"

"Hang it. That is the thing which annoys me. My men have only sixty

rounds apiece."

"Come, come, we are richer than I believed; I have about one hundred

charges."

"And I the same," the count interrupted.

"In that case, if we have provisions enough to hold out for two days,

we are saved."

"As for food, the two mules are loaded with it."

"Bravo, señor," the Canadian shouted joyously; "we have nothing more to

fear now, so banish all anxiety."

"I really do not know how to requite the devotion you display to a

person who is a stranger to you, and who can inspire you with but very

slight interest."

"Are you not a man?" the Canadian replied. "That is enough for me. On

the desert we are all brothers. You have a claim to my protection, as I

have to yours. And besides, must I not defend my scalp."

"Good, good," the count said with a smile, "the day may perhaps come

for me to prove my gratitude to you."

"Not a word about that, if you wish to cause me pleasure. And stay.

Supper is ready, let us eat, for we must recruit our strength for the

job which awaits us tonight."

They rose and joined the soldiers who were seated round the fire and

eating with good appetite. By this time the sun had descended behind

the lofty mountains, and night was at hand; the cloudless sky was

begemmed by an infinite number of stars which were reflected in the

silvery mirror of the stream; the coming breeze soughed softly through

the branches, bringing with it the penetrating odours of the plants and

flowers.

"Lie down, all of you," the Canadian said in a tone that admitted of

no reply, "and sleep, so that you may be fresh for work when the hour

arrives. I will keep watch for all, as your eyes would see nothing in

the gloom."

"I will watch with you," said the count, "I feel that it would be

impossible for me to sleep."

"Very good, señor."

Both then stationed themselves in a natural embrasure formed by two

rocks coming close together, and began their watch, during which the

Canadian carefully surveyed the river bank.

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