CHAPTER XVI

'It is pleasant here, Jacob, after those close streets.'

'It is an awful place for smells, Captain.'

'It is smelly, Jacob. I fancy the town was built on a swamp; I think I

have read something about it. Well, there are no smells here; suppose we

sit down and look at the river for a bit, the air is fresh and

pleasant.'

A minute later a man with naked feet stole up behind them. He was close

to them before any sound warned them of his approach. Jacob looked round

and uttered a sharp exclamation. Captain Hampton was in the act of

springing to his feet when he received a violent blow on the shoulder,

and fell face foremost on the ground. With a cry of rage Jacob sprang at

his assailant and caught him by the throat. The man shook him off and

brought down his hand on the top of his head with such force that he

fell insensible. Then he stooped over Captain Hampton, and having turned

him over on his back felt in his pockets, but rose with an exclamation

of disgust, having only found two or three dollars in them, as Captain

Hampton had taken the precaution of laying aside his watch and emptying

his pockets of money and papers before leaving his room. Ten minutes

later some sailors coming along the wharf came across Jacob, who was

just trying to get on to his feet.

'Hello, mate, what is the matter?'

'I dunno,' he replied stupidly.

'Been having a drop too much?'

'No, it ain't that--oh, I remember now. I was there with my master,

sitting on that log, when a great nigger attacked us. He stabbed my

master, and I suppose he stabbed me; I don't remember much about it

except that I got hold of his throat.'

'Where is your master?'

The question completely aroused Jacob's faculties, and he hurried round

to the other side of the log.

'Here he is,' he cried. 'Oh, my dear master, are you hurt bad?' and

stooping over him he burst out crying.

'That won't do any good, lad,' the sailor said. 'Here, let us have a

look at him. He has been stabbed, sure enough, Jack. He is just soaking

with blood.'

'Is he dead, Bill?'

The sailor tried to turn the body over, but as he did so there was a

faint moan.

'He ain't gone yet, that's clear. Who is he, boy?'

'He is Captain Hampton, an English gentleman. We only got in here this

afternoon. He is staying at the Crescent City.'

'Well, we can't let him lie here. You stay here with him, Jack, and we

will go off and get some one to carry him.'

In a few minutes the men returned with two constables carrying a

stretcher; on this the body was placed, four of the sailors lifted it

and carried it to the hotel, and then up to his room, where two surgeons

were quickly in attendance. Jacob stood by listening with breathless

anxiety to their talk as they examined his master.

'Will he die, sir?' he asked, in a broken voice, as they rose from the

examination.

'No, I reckon he hasn't had his call this time, but it has been a close

thing. What was he doing when he was struck?'

'He was just getting up, sir, from the log that he was sitting on.'

'Ah, that saved him; another half inch and we could have done nothing

for him. You see, he was struck from above; the wound is just behind the

shoulderbone, and it has gone right down inside the bladebone, but has

missed the lungs altogether--at least, we think so. Do you see that dark

mark under the skin below the bone? That is where the point of the knife

came to. Of course he has lost a lot of blood, but there is no reason

why, if he goes on well, he should not be about again soon. Did he

drink?'

'No, sir,' Jacob replied indignantly.

'Well, that is all in his favour; in this climate a man with his blood

heated has but a poor chance if he gets hurt. He is English, the clerk

told me as I came up?'

'Yes, sir; he is an English captain.'

'Ah, well, he will have a chance of fighting some more battles yet. You

are his servant, I hear?'

'Yes, sir.'

'Well, you are not going to lose your master this time; you had better

sit up with him to-night. We will get a nurse for him in the morning. I

will order some lemonade to be sent up, and will bring round some

medicine in half an hour, and sit here for a bit. Doctor Hawthorne will

wait until I come back.'

By this time they had finished bandaging the wound.

'Hullo, what is the matter with you?' he exclaimed, as Jacob reeled and

would have fallen had he not caught him. 'Here is another patient,

Hawthorne. The boy is bleeding from the head somewhere. I thought he

looked half stupid.'

They laid him down and examined him.

'He has had a tremendous blow on the head,' the other said. 'It has cut

right through the cap and has laid the bone bare. I expect that thick

cap saved his life. I wonder what he was struck with.'

They bathed the boy's head with iced water for some time. Presently he

opened his eyes.

'Do not move, lad; you have had an awkward blow on the head. You must

lie still for a bit, else we shall be having you on our hands too. What

did he hit you with?'

'I dunno, sir; he had nothing in his hand but the knife.'

'It wasn't done with a fist,' Doctor Hawthorne said, 'and is certainly

not the cut of a knife.'

'I fancy it was done with the handle of the knife,' the other said. 'The

negro could have had no motive in killing the boy. I expect he had the

knife in his hand, and he struck down on him with the end of the hilt.

That would make just the sort of wound this is. You see, it is a little

to one side of the centre of the skull, and so glanced off the bone. If

it had caught him fairly in the centre it would have staved in the skull

to a certainty.' They placed a pillow from the sofa under the boy's

head, gave him a little lemonade to drink, and then one of the doctors

left, after having aided in placing Captain Hampton on the bed, propped

up almost into a sitting position by pillows. Jacob dozed off into a

confused sleep. Occasionally he woke up and saw the doctor sitting by

his master's bedside, and then relapsed into sleep. At last he started

up at the sound of a voice. The sun was gleaming through the window and

the doctor was standing speaking to Captain Hampton.

'You have a nasty wound,' he was saying, 'but fortunately it has not

touched any vital point. You have been simply insensible from loss of

blood. There is every chance of your doing well, but you must not try to

move.'

'What is the matter with Jacob?' Captain Hampton said feebly, as the boy

appeared at the foot of his bed with a wet towel still bound round his

head.

'I am all right, Captain, though I feel queer and my head is aching

terribly; but I don't care a bit now you have come round.'

Captain Hampton's eyes turned to the surgeon for an explanation.

'He has had a heavy blow on the head. We have heard nothing from him

beyond the fact that he had hold of the throat of the negro who attacked

you. The man evidently struck him down, and from the appearance of the

wound we gather that he struck him with the haft of the knife.

Fortunately it fell rather on the side of his head or it might have

killed him; as it is, it has laid the bone bare; we bandaged it up with

a cloth soaked in ice water and he will be all right in a day or two.'

'Where am I wounded?' Captain Hampton asked.

The surgeon explained the nature of the wound.

'No doubt it was some negro who had gone down to sleep on the wharf, and

seeing you come along with this boy thought he would rob you. Your

pockets were turned inside out.'

Captain Hampton did not speak for a minute; then, with a faint smile, he

said:

'He did not get much for his pains. I put everything in that drawer and

locked it before coming out, and dropped the key into my portmanteau.'

'That is all right,' the surgeon said cheerfully. 'I was afraid you

might have lost a good deal of money. We gave notice to the police last

night, but it is not likely you will ever hear of the fellow again. Such

things are common enough in the streets of New Orleans, and it is not

once in a hundred times that the police ever manage to lay a finger on

the scoundrels. Had you been in any gambling place, because, in that

case, some one may have tracked you?'

Captain Hampton shook his head. 'No; I had only taken a stroll through

the town. How long am I likely to be laid up?'

'You must be in bed for a fortnight at least; the wound was made by a

bowie knife and is a broad, deep cut, and the knife penetrated to its

whole depth, for there is a bruise each side of the mouth of the wound.

If you were to attempt to move earlier than that you might have a great

deal of trouble. Now, there is no occasion for me to stay with you any

longer. Dr. Hawthorne, who was called in with me, will be here at nine

o'clock, and will bring a nurse with him. You must have some one with

you; your wound might break out suddenly at any moment. We shall give

you a little weak broth; but we must not begin building you up at

present; the great thing is to avoid any chance of fever setting in.

Your having lost so much blood is all in your favour in that respect.

Now lad, I will have a look at your head; yes, you had better keep on

applying cloths dipped in ice water to it. I will tell them to send you

up a basin of broth when they send some up to your master. You had

better not take any solid food to-day.'

At ten o'clock, Captain Hampton, having taken a few spoonfuls of broth

from his nurse, fell off into a quiet sleep. Jacob, who had taken off

his boots, so as to move about noiselessly, had tidied up the room. He

had glanced several times towards the unfinished letter and the

addressed envelope on the table, and he now took his shoes in his hand,

and went out through the door, put on his shoes again, and proceeded

down stairs, having, before he left the room, laid aside his wet cloths

and put on his cap.

'When does the post go out for England?' he asked the clerk.

'It is mail day to-day; there is a steamer going direct to England.'

He went back to his master's room, took up a pen, and with infinite

labour scrawled a few lines at the bottom of the unfinished letter,

making several blots and smudges as he did so. These he dried with

blotting-paper, and with much self-disapproval folded the letter, placed

it in the envelope, and, going downstairs again, handed it to the clerk

to post.

For three or four days Captain Hampton remained in a very weak state;

then he began to rally and picked up strength fast. At the end of ten

days he was able to walk across the room.

'What has become of the letter I left on the table when I went out with

you, Jacob?'

'I saw the envelope was to Mr. Danvers, sir, and you had told me about

him. I asked about the post, and they said that it was going out that

day, and as you had written before you went out I was sure that you

wanted the letter to go by it, so I made a shift to write a line at the

bottom to say that you could not finish it because you had got hurt, and

then fastened it up and posted it. I hope that was right, sir.'

'You intended well, anyhow, Jacob; but it would have been better,

perhaps, if you hadn't done it, as it will only alarm him needlessly.'

'I told him the doctor said you would get round, sir.'

'Ah, well, that is all right. I am glad you sent it, as he would be

looking for a letter from me. I suppose you are quite sure that it was a

negro who stabbed me?'

'Quite sure, sir. It was dark, but not so dark that I could not see his

face.'

'Well, in another three or four days I shall be able to be out, Jacob.

If I find that these people were here at the time I landed I shall have

no doubt that this business was their work. I knew the man by sight and

he may have known me. Someone may have pointed me out to him on the

racecourse, as I had been asking about him. Of course it may have been

done merely for the sake of plunder, but I think the other is more

likely.'

Three days later Captain Hampton was able to go for a ride in a

carriage. He went first to the police office.

'We have no news whatever to give you, Captain Hampton,' the

superintendent, who had been to see him several times, said as he

entered.

'I did not expect you would have any,' he replied. 'I have come to see

you about a different business. Here is the letter the head of the

police at New York gave me to you. You see I am in search of two people

from England. By the aid of the police at New York I traced them and

found that they had come on here nearly three weeks before. I followed

them, and was wounded a few hours after my arrival here. I am well

enough to begin the search again, and shall be very glad if you will

send one of your officers with me to visit the hotels.'

The superintendent at once complied with his request, and at the second

hotel they visited he discovered that the people he sought had been

staying there and had left on the evening of his arrival.

'They were booked on the boat to Omaha,' the clerk said. 'I know they

have been getting a lot of things at the stores, as they were going

across the plains. The evening before they were to start Mr. Myrtle said

they had changed their minds and were going on at once to Baton Rouge.

They hurried up, but they were pretty late. They took a carriage from

here and the driver told me they only just caught the boat by a minute;

the bell was ringing when they got to the quay. You won't catch them

now; the 'Arkansas' is a fast boat and I suppose they got on board her

at Baton Rouge. There is no boat going now for the next four or five

days, so they would have a good three weeks start of you.'

'You don't happen to know where they bought their things?' Captain

Hampton asked.

'They got a lot of things at J. B. Nash's stores; a good many came up

here, but I expect the heavy part went straight on board.'

'Thank you. I don't think there is anything more to ask you. We will go

down to these stores,' he added to the policeman, as he returned to the

carriage. 'I may learn something there that may be useful.'

His inquiries showed plainly enough that Truscott really meant to cross

the plains and that they were going to travel by waggon. 'What harness

did they buy?' he asked.

'For six horses, at least, by what I heard them say; for four horses and

two mules. The two men were talking about it, and they wanted bigger

collars for the two wheelers because they would be mules.'

'Were there two men, then, as well as a girl?'

'Yes; the three always came together; one of them belonged to this city.

I knew his face, though I don't know what his name was. I take it he was

a Britisher, though he had been long enough here to lose most of his

accent. He seemed rather to boss the show and the other bought the

things he fixed on. I allow he was a pretty smart fellow and was pretty

well fixed up on prices. We did not get very much out of that deal.'

'What was he like?'

'He was a strong-built sort of chap about forty, I should say, and

looked rather a hard sort of cuss. I don't know what his name was; the

other called him Joe.'

'Thank you. I daresay I shall be coming in to get an outfit for myself

in a day or two. I am thinking of going across the plains, too.'

'Well, I guess we can fix you up with everything you want, squire. But

you don't look as if you was fit for a journey across the plains just

yet. It ain't child's play; I reckon it wants a pretty strong man to

stand the racket.'

'I shall have a fortnight to pick up on board the steamer,' Captain

Hampton said. 'I have just had a bout of illness, but I am shaking it

off, and it will be at least three weeks before I am at Omaha.'

'We are going for a long journey, Jacob,' he said when he returned to

the hotel.

'We have been a pretty goodish long 'un already, Captain.'

'Nothing to what we are going to set out on now, Jacob. We have got a

fortnight or three weeks on board a steamer, and then we start across

the plains.'

'How long shall we be in crossing them, sir?'

'Four or five months, Jacob.'

'My eye!' the lad exclaimed. 'Them must be something like plains; and

what is there the other side of them?'

'There is a country where they find gold, Jacob.'

'What! sovs?' the boy exclaimed.

'The stuff sovereigns are made of.'

'But you ain't going to look for that, sir.'

'No, lad; I am going after these people. They were here that evening

when we came in, and as they started in a hurry half-an-hour after we

landed, I cannot help thinking they saw me. It seems they had another

man with them when they were here, and I expect they came here to join

him. I don't know whether he left with them; my own opinion is he did

not, but when Truscott saw me he hurried off at once to his hotel and

started, leaving the other man to prevent my following them. Probably he

started by the boat in the morning after them, believing the negro he

had hired had done his work. At any rate I have made up my mind to

follow them. I was determined to do so before; but if I hadn't been,

this would have decided me. They have got a long start, but we will come

up to them sooner or later.'

'I should think so,' the boy said, energetically, 'and pay them out for

it too. My eye! won't they be surprised when we drop upon them just as

they are picking up gold. But you ain't fit to start yet,' he went on,

changing his voice; 'you look very white, sir; I think you have been

doing too much, and it won't do for you to start to cross these here

plains until you are strong; it will just be a-knocking yourself up, and

I don't suppose there ain't no doctors living out there.'

'That there are not, Jacob,' Captain Hampton laughed. 'Well, we shall

have three weeks' quiet on board the steamer, and by the time we land I

hope I shall be as strong as ever. I will keep quiet for the rest of the

day. To-morrow I shall have to see about taking our passage and getting

ready for the start. I know nothing about what we shall want yet.'

The next morning Captain Hampton took Jacob with him down to the stores

where he had been on the previous afternoon.

'I have made up my mind to go across the plains,' he said; 'now, what do

I want? I know absolutely nothing about it. Clothes I have got of all

sorts--I want nothing in that way; I want to travel as light as

possible, so as to push on fast.'

'Can you shoot?'

'Yes, I am a good shot, and have a double-barrelled gun and rifle with

me.'

'That will help you a good deal; the game has been mostly shot or scared

away along the line, but there is some to be had, and, you see, any meat

you don't want you can swap for flour and other things with some of the

emigrants. As to your pushing on, you might do that sometimes, but not

very often. There are Redskins all along the line, and a man travelling

by himself would have much trouble in getting through. As a general

thing folks go in parties of ten or twelve waggons, often more, and then

they are too strong for the Redskins to attack. I do not think you could

travel much faster than the ordinary, not even if you had good horses.

The bullocks travel slow, but they go a good many hours a day, and camp

at night where there is water.'

'If you could ride all the way you might do two days' journey in one

sometimes, but you must take some provision along with you. You must

take some flour and some bacon, for you can't always reckon on game, and

tea and sugar, and little odds and ends. And then there are your

clothes; knocking about for four months, and sleeping as you stand, you

want at least two suits besides what you have got on. Then there is your

ammunition. Altogether, go as light as you can, you have got a lot of

things to haul along with you. If you ain't afraid of roughing it I

should say you could not do better than take a strong buggy.'

'That is a four-wheeled vehicle, I suppose?'

The man nodded.

'You can have it with springs or without. Springs make it easy, but if

you break one you are done.'

'Would it be strong enough to carry, say, six hundred weight?'

'Ay, double that, if need be; but of course the lighter the better. You

would want a tarpaulin to cover the things up, and you might make a

shift to sleep under it if it is wet.'

'No, we will sleep under the waggon; we will have hooks put along all

round the bottom board, and a stout canvas curtain with rings to hang;

down to the ground and peg down there.'

'That will make a capital tent; have it to open behind, so that you can

sit at the entrance and have a fire outside.'

'Can you get me such a vehicle and make a sail-cloth curtain for me?'

'I can do that,' the man said.

'About how much will it cost for a good hickory waggon without springs,

and without any particular finish?'

'You would pay about a hundred and fifty dollars; the tarpaulin to come

well over it, and the canvas arrangement, might be forty dollars more,

though I cannot tell you exactly. If you say two hundred dollars

altogether you won't be far from the mark.'

'Very well, you can do it. How much flour shall I take?'

'Well, seeing that you will do some shooting and swap some of the meat

for flour, I should say a hundred and fifty pounds ought to last the two

of you fairly well.'

Half an hour was spent in discussing the other items, including a dozen

of brandy for emergencies, a small stock of medicines, pickles, sauces,

and other items, mounting up to about four hundred pounds in weight. To

these were added some twenty pounds of ammunition.

'Allowing fifty pounds for blankets and clothes, we shall be well under

five hundred,' Captain Hampton said; 'and we shall get lighter as we go

on.'

'When you book your passage you can arrange for the buggy to be taken

up,' said the storekeeper. 'You might put all the things in it. We shall

put all the small items in boxes, and then lash the tarpaulin well over

everything; they will travel safely enough, and you will have no trouble

about them till you get to the end of the journey. Now, what about

horses? What are you going to do? I reckon you will have to pay a mighty

high price if you wait until you get to Omaha.'

'I shall want three horses; a good one for my own riding, and two sturdy

animals for the cart--the boy will drive the cart. Could we get them

taken up too?'

'You can get anything taken up by paying for it. I don't say as you

wouldn't save money, because you would, a good bit, if you were to drop

off at some station, a good way from any town, and look round among the

farmers and get what you want, and go on by the next boat--but I suppose

that would not suit you?'

'Not at all. The great thing is to save time. Do you think that I could

pick up three horses to suit me here?'

'You can pick up anything you like here. I will give you the names of

half-a-dozen stable-keepers, and if you don't find them all at one place

you will at another. But mind, don't give the prices asked. Seeing you

are a stranger they will put on about three times the price they will be

ready to take.'

'They are pretty well alike in that respect all over the world,' Captain

Hampton laughed. 'I have bought some horses in my time, and I don't

think they will take me in much, still I am much obliged to you for your

warning. I don't think I should have been prepared to bid them only a

third, though I should, I dare say, have tried half.'

'A third is enough to begin with, anyhow,' the man said, 'and I

shouldn't rise much on that. You have got five days before you start, so

you can take your time; and I should say don't get town horses, but

critters fresh from the farms. Town horses get their legs knocked about

and can't stand hard work and weather, like those just brought in. I

ain't sure you would not do better to take steamer and go twenty or

thirty miles up or down the river; you will be more likely to get an

honest horse.'

It took Captain Hampton three days before he had purchased three animals

to his liking; but when he had done so, he was well content with his

bargains, all of which he had picked up at farm houses a few miles from

the city. A store of grain sufficient for the passage was sent with them

on board the boat, and everything was in perfect readiness on the

morning of the day when the steamer was to start up the Mississippi.

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