IN WHICH PHIL AND HIS COMPANIONS START FOR THE CASTLE.
"Who are you?" demanded the soldier who had hailed the boat, probably
astonished to find himself answered in plain English.
"Friends," I replied.
"What is your name?"
"Phil Farringford."
"You are the boy that came on board the steamer this morning?"
"I am; have you seen any Indians to-day?"
"Not an Indian."
"You didn't go where they were," I added.
"We have been beating about the woods all day; but the Indians who
captured the girl have dodged us."
"Then you haven't recovered her yet?"
"No."
"I have; and here she is," I continued; helping Ella out of the boat,
and up the bank of the river.
By this time half a dozen soldiers had gathered on the shore, with
their blankets on their arms. When they understood that the young lady
had been recovered from the Indians, they gave an involuntary cheer.
"Where is my father?" asked Ella, anxiously.
"I suppose he is with Lieutenant Pope," replied Corporal Flint, who was
the spokesman of the party. "The headquarters are about a mile up the
river."
"I must go to him at once," added Ella, nervously.
"You shall, miss. The hunt's up now, and we needn't stay here any
longer," continued the corporal. "We are divided into three squads, and
posted on the river to keep the Indians from crossing."
"There hasn't been an Indian on this neck for six hours," I added; and
I proceeded to inform the corporal in what manner the Indians had made
their escape.
"They are cunning," said he. "They know the country better than we do."
"Whar's the cap'n?" demanded Kit, who had been engaged in hauling the
barge out of the water, and concealing it in the bushes.
"Who are you?" replied Corporal Flint, as the tall hunter loomed up
before him.
"I don't reckon it makes any matter who I am; but I want to see the
cap'n, and show him whar the redskins is."
"Lieutenant Pope commands the troops, and he will be very glad to know
where the redskins are."
"My father is with him; do let us make haste," said Ella, dragging me
by the hand in the direction of the next post of the soldiers.
"We will escort you, miss," added the corporal, ordering his squad to
march.
Our walk was enlivened by the frequent challenge of the sentinels
posted along the bank of the river. One half of the troops were
watching the stream, while the other half slept. In a short time we
reached the bivouac of the commanding officer. As we approached, I
recognized the form of Mr. Gracewood, who was walking back and forth
near the party asleep on the ground.
"Here she is, Mr. Gracewood!" I shouted, while the soldiers were going
through their military forms, for they were very precise in all these
matters.
The unhappy father halted, and Ella dragged me towards him, impatient
to heal the wounded heart. He seemed to be unable to comprehend the
meaning of my words; but as soon as he saw her in the gloom of the
forest, he rushed forward and clasped her in his arms. I heard them sob
in each other's embrace, and while the tears started in my own eyes, I
had an all-sufficient reward for the peril and labor I had incurred in
restoring her.
"Why, Ella, I can hardly believe it is you," said he, his voice
tremulous with emotion.
"It is I, father," she replied, clinging to him convulsively. "I am so
happy!"
"Are you safe? Are you hurt? Did they injure you?"
"No, father I have been awfully frightened, but I am not hurt. You
don't say a word to Phil. He saved me."
"Phil Farringford!"
"Yes, father."
"My dear boy, you have saved me from a misery you cannot understand,"
said the glad parent, grasping my hand.
"I am very glad to do something for you, after you have done so much
for me, sir."
"But how was it? Tell me about it. Where did you find her?" asked Mr.
Gracewood.
"I congratulate you, sir," said Lieutenant Pope, approaching the spot,
having learned the substance of the story from Corporal Flint.
"I am the happiest man in the world," added Mr. Gracewood, with
enthusiasm. "Phil Farringford is a hero! Now let us know where you
found her."
"Here's Kit Cruncher, too," I added, unwilling that my stalwart ally
should be ignored.
Mr. Gracewood shook hands with Kit, who was duly introduced to the
lieutenant.
"I'm hyer, Mr. Mell'ton, or Mr. Greasewood--if that's your name."
"Gracewood," interposed the happy Ella.
"Jest so; Greasewood--that's what I say. I'm hyer, and I want to tell
the cap'n whar the redskins is; but I don't reckon my story'll spile
while Phil tells you about the gal. Go on, boy; wag your tongue as fast
as you wagged your legs to-day."
"I've had rather a long tramp to-day, and I'll sit down and rest while
we talk," I answered, availing myself of a log.
I related minutely all the circumstances of the recapture of Ella, and
gave her explanation of the plan by which the Indians had escaped from
the soldiers.
"I never thought of those dugouts," said the lieutenant. "We have not
been near the river to-day."
"Now, cap'n," interposed Kit Cruncher, "the Injuns from the nor'ard is
on a rampage. More'n a hund'ed on 'em is camped on the head streams of
the Little Fish, working down this way. They mean to wipe out all on
us. They stole Matt's hosses, but we got 'em back. Then they kim down
on us, and two or three on 'em got shot. Now the whole on 'em's comin'
down."
"I will take care of them if you will show me where they are," added
the officer.
"I'll do that. I ain't no milintry man, but I kin tell you how to fix
them redskins. Them Injuns up thar has got hosses. They're go'n' to
come down by the Little Fish. Phil tells me you sent a force to the
Castle. Ef you take 'em in the rear with your men, by marchin' round
across both the Fish rivers, the t'other kin take 'em in front, and
atwixt the two you'll chaw 'em all up."
"Do you think we had better march to-night?" asked Lieutenant Pope,
evidently impressed by the suggestion of the veteran hunter.
"No; that would spile the whole game. Let 'em kim down as fur's they
will."
"But where are the three Indians who were engaged in the capture of
Miss Gracewood?"
"They're doggin' round the clearin'; but I don't reckon they know any
sogers is over thar yet."
"They will join the large force on the Little Fish, and inform them of
our presence here."
"They mought do it; but a march of seven mile will fotch you to 'em.
They'll start arly 'n the mornin'; and them three Injuns won't go up to
their camp to-night, for they're as fur off from it as we are. Ef you
start at sunrise, you kin git in behind 'em, crossin' both rivers in
the forenoon."
Kit Cruncher was very clear in his views, and the commander of the
troops saw the wisdom of his plan. The latter knew nothing of the
country, and was dependent upon the information afforded by such men as
Kit for the means of punishing the Indians when they violated their
treaty obligations.
"As my daughter cannot go with you, we need remain here no longer,"
said Mr. Gracewood.
"But you can't get to the clearing to-night," replied Lieutenant Pope.
"You may be intercepted by these strolling savages; and I cannot spare
my men to escort you, for they may be obliged to march all day
to-morrow."
"Where is my barge, Kit?" asked the anxious father.
"In the bushes down the river."
"We can carry it across the land to the Crooked River, and go down in
that way. I am very anxious to join my wife, who is still suffering
with anxiety for our child," added Mr. Gracewood.
"Very well; if you feel safe to leave the camp, I shall not object,"
continued the lieutenant. "My men shall carry your boat over to the
river."
"Phil will go with me, and I don't think there is any danger."
"I should be glad to have you go, for I wish to send some orders to
Lieutenant Jackson, commanding the men at the clearing."
"Exactly, cap'n," interposed Kit. "Send word for 'em to form a line
atween the Little Fish and the pond. Phil kin show 'em whar it is."
Four men were sent to carry the barge across the country to Crooked
River, and Kit explained to the officer the nature of the region where
he suggested that the line of defence should be established. By the
light of a match, the lieutenant wrote an order, which he gave to me,
to be delivered to the officer in command of the detachment at the
Castle. Bidding the lieutenant good night, we started for the river,
attended by Kit, who was determined to see us safely embarked.
"I am afraid you are too tired to walk, Ella," said I, placing myself
at her side.
"I am very tired, and I hope the distance is not long."
"Not less than two miles," I replied.
"I will try to do it," said she, with all the courage she could muster.
After going half the distance, we met the men who were carrying the
boat. They had laid it on a couple of poles, and were bearing it on
their shoulders. By this time poor Ella was almost fainting with
exhaustion.
"We kin tote the gal in the boat," said Kit.
"She cannot sit on the keel of it," replied Mr. Gracewood; for the
soldiers had placed it bottom upwards on the sticks.
"We kin turn it t'other side up," added Kit. "Drop that boat, sogers."
[Illustration: NIGHT JOURNEY THROUGH THE FOREST. Page 169.]
The men, who were full of sympathy for Ella, laid the boat upon the
ground. Kit turned it over, and with the painter and another line,
slung it to the poles right side up. Ella seated herself in the barge,
and the soldiers lifted it up, placing the poles upon their shoulders.
The march was resumed, and occasionally Kit and Mr. Gracewood relieved
the men, so that it was not very hard work. We reached the river, and
embarked.
"Take care of yourself. There'll be a big fight to-morrer, and the
Injuns'll git squeezed."
"I will endeavor to take care of myself," I replied, as we pushed off.
Mr. Gracewood took the oars, and I was permitted to rest myself, after
the severe fatigue and excitement of the day.
"Is there any danger now, father?" asked Ella.
"No, child, I don't think there is," replied Mr. Gracewood.
"Do you think there is, Phil?" she added, appealing to me.
"No; but I should like to know where those two dugouts are."
"According to your story, one of them has gone adrift, and the other is
up this river," said Mr. Gracewood. "Is your rifle in order, Phil?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then keep a sharp lookout, Phil; and I think we shall be all right."
And we were all right till we reached a point near the mouth of Fish
River, where I discovered a dugout moving out into the Missouri, and
containing three men.