RED GOLIATH, THE GIGANTIC HERCULES.
Mason, General Custer's boy friend, leaned forward still more, relying
on the hold he had upon the tree bending over the water, when that
unmistakable sound, the dip of a paddle, reached his ears.
Underneath him the water of the Little Horn gurgled and plashed among
the stones jutting out from the bank; close by a melancholy owl tried
to make night hideous with its solemn declarations of warning, and once
in a while the barking of dogs in the great village could be heard; but
to these usual noises the boy paid little heed, as he had heard them
for some time past.
The silver crescent still held forth in the western sky, and its meager
light, augmented by the united force of stars, proved sufficient to see
the opposite shore of the river, which at this point was rather narrow.
Could the boy's mental faculties have given him warning that it was not
a common foe he was about to see?
There have been many occasions when persons of fine perceptions and
susceptibility have realized, seemingly by tuition alone, that those
whom they bear no love for are in the vicinity.
With some people this delicate sense of knowing what even the eyes and
ears fail to tell becomes an art.
Many a deaf and blind man can tell, even the instant he enters the
room, whether it be occupied or not, no matter how quiet those within
may render themselves.
I only state this to defend my position when saying that young Mason
appeared to suspect that a foe of more than common caliber was
approaching.
Of course one cannot be positive as to what he thought, but at any rate
the boy leaned out further than ever, and was fully engrossed in the
steady but light dip of the paddle.
Whoever this night traveler was, his movements proclaimed him to be a
man habitually addicted to caution.
This the boy quickly discovered, for although the canoe was undoubtedly
approaching him, yet the steady dips of the paddle seemed to grow
fainter if possible, or at least no louder.
Soon, by judging from the sounds he was enabled to place the exact
position of the descending canoe, and a few seconds later a moving
object crossed his range of vision.
That this was a boat, and that this craft contained but one person,
soon became manifest as it drew nearer the concealed watcher.
The man stood erect near the stern, and held lightly poised in one hand
the long paddle he had just been using.
Even in the dim light one would think an ancient giant, or at least a
modern pocket edition of the famous Goliath whom David, the shepherd
boy, slew with a stone, had appeared.
The colossal proportions reared themselves at least seven feet high,
and being bulky in proportion the man presented a formidable aspect,
such as would at sight appall a common foe.
Mason uttered a low exclamation and gave a companion start of surprise
when the figure loomed into view; but after this one indication of his
feelings he remained as motionless as a form of bronze.
There was no mistaking that person whom he was now looking upon; even a
casual glance would have been sufficient to impress the face and figure
indelibly on any mind, and surely the eyes of hate are more susceptible
of retaining an object they dislike than others.
Hate was a feeble word when used in connection with the feeling our
boy friend entertained towards this giant in the canoe, and if there
was a word that combined fierce detestation, aversion, and a bitter
longing to hack a man to pieces, together with a trifle of respect for
his prowess, I should use it; but every one knows how weak the English
language is in adjectives, compared with the scorching Italian.
The giant's back was toward the bank where Mason had concealed himself,
and, judging from his appearance, he was closely scrutinizing the
opposite shore as if intent on discovering something that required time
to reveal.
At this point the river was rather swift, owing to its narrow bed, and
his rapid motion seemed to interfere sadly with his study of the other
bank, for he muttered several impatient words to himself in a voice
that made Mason grit his teeth like a maniac when he heard it; for this
verified what suspicions the sight of the form had raised.
Downward came the canoe with the current, and urged also by the impetus
given by the last few dips of the paddle.
It was within a dozen feet of the spot where Mason hugged the
tree-trunk, when the man threw up an arm bare to the shoulder and as
knotty as the gnarled limb of an oak, and seized upon a branch that
bent affectionately toward the cool water of the river. Instantly the
canoe was halted in its downward course, as if a wall of stone had been
suddenly reared in front of it, and remained swinging to and fro, with
the water gurgling about the stern.
The giant now leaned down, and appeared to look up and down the stream
as if searching for something.
This latter, which had been invisible to him while descending the
stream, proved the opposite from his present post of observation, as
the low ejaculation of surprise manifested.
"There it is as I expected; one, two, three a score of fires. The
Indian village undoubtedly. Now, there's work before you if you expect
to see that money, and such a sum ain't picked up every day these
times. I've seen it when I'd a risked my life for a tenth of the gold.
It's as plain as daylight; after that battle and victory, old Sitting
Bull and his men 'll keep a loose camp. All that I'm afraid of are
those sharp devils, Santee and Crazy Horse, for they've got such a
spite against me I'd have a nice time if taken.
"Then I believe that Cheyenne chief, Black Moccasin, is here, and he
bears me a grudge for that affair on the Platte.
"But what's the odds; I'm used to running risks on a lone hand, and
it's in me to win or lose all. I'll cross here, leave the boat, and
bring back the gal, if I have to search every lodge in the place,"
saying which the man let go of his hold on the branches, and gave a
sweep of his paddle that startled the canoe towards the opposite bank,
which at this point was low and sweeping.
Mason gave a convulsive movement when he heard that word "gal"
mentioned.
"It is Red Goliath, and he has come from _him_ for _her_."
These muttered words were all that he spoke; after that his lips
remained as close and immovable as the clasps of a vise.
A few more sweeps of the paddle, almost noiselessly given, served to
bring the canoe to the opposite shore, which the prow struck with a
slight grating sound.
Laying down the paddle, the giant leaped upon the shore, and grasping
the canoe pulled it upon the pebbly bench so that it could not be
carried away by the action of the water.
As he turned around after doing this thing, a dark shadowy form arose
beside him, where it had up to this time crouched in the obscurity.
Other ears than the boy's had heard the suspicious dip of the paddle,
and eyes that were hostile to his cause had witnessed the crossing of
the giant.
Mason from his position saw this form rise up, and he realized the
danger of the late oarsman, but not by word or deed did he attempt to
warn the giant who was his deadly foe.
There was no necessity for a warning, however, for Red Goliath saw the
uprising of the tall form that seemed almost to rival his own.
This modern giant and Hercules possessed a fierce nature, similar to
that of a wild beast, and on stated occasions his thirst for blood
became almost a mania, that could only be quenched in the life fluid of
some one.
Perhaps one of these moods was coming upon him even then.
A looker-on would have been inclined to think so upon hearing the growl
of satisfaction he gave utterance to.
When foemen worthy of each other's steel come in contact, there is
seldom much time lost in skirmishing.
The Red Goliath threw himself upon his Indian foe with an agility one
would hardly expect him to possess.
His assault, overpowering as it seemed, was right valiantly met by his
sturdy opponent, and as the two closed, Mason could no longer see the
particulars of the combat.
There was a threshing of arms for half a moment, then came the dull,
sodden sound of blows delivered with telling force, and which must
proceed from the white man.
The crushing nature of these was soon made clear.
One of the gigantic forms raised the other high in the air with but
feeble resistance, and dashed him upon the ground with tremendous power.
As if intent on making sure of his work, the Red Goliath stooped over
his fallen foe.
Something gleamed in the faint light; the sound of a blow reached
Mason's ears, and the blade did not shine when it was again raised.
A hoarse chuckle that would have curdled the blood in the veins of a
sensitive person proceeded from the human vampire as he arose to his
feet, and after giving the corpse a kick with his heavily booted foot,
replaced his knife.
It was certainly a fair fight, and the giant had the same privilege
of slaying his fallen enemy that was granted in the arena at the
hippodrome of Rome during ancient times; but civilization has brought
with it the noble act of forgiving foes, which, however, such men as
this seldom practice.
After that half laugh of triumph, Red Goliath stalked noiselessly away,
and the boy was left alone with his meditations and half-shaped plans.