A HAIL AND AN ANSWER.
Meanwhile Larry Murphy was not idle. He had never received a more
terrifying shock than that caused by the discovery that the signal which
he was confident was made by Wharton Edwards came from the lips of
Blazing Arrow.
On the first thought there was but one explanation of this: his friend
had called to him and had been overheard by the Shawanoe, who instantly
caught it up, well knowing its significance, and had deceived Wharton by
his clever imitation.
This supposition, as the reader knows, was correct; but when Larry went
further, and decided that his comrade had fallen a victim to the
treacherous red man, the reader also knows he made a mistake.
Firm in the terrible belief for the time, he was so overcome that he
sat down on a bowlder, too faint and weak to stand, until several
minutes had passed.
"This is a bad go, is this same," he mused with a deep sigh. "If the
Indians had to take one, why didn't they take mesilf? They're likely to
do the same--it's little I care if they do."
So extreme was his dejection, that had he known that a half dozen
Shawanoes were stealing upon him at that moment he would not have
stirred from his position or attempted to defend himself.
This intense depression, however, could not last. All strong, rugged
natures are quick to rebound from such pressure and soon reassert
themselves. By and by he felt a grain of hope. The rifle lying across
his knees was clasped more firmly; he raised his head and listened; had
he discovered the approach of a foe he would now have defended himself.
"I wish that Blazing Arrow would walk out in front of me and dare me to
tackle him," he muttered, gnashing his teeth. "I wonder where he is?"
He rose to his feet and peeped around in the gloom. A while before he
had shunned the chief, and counted himself fortunate because he was able
to escape a meeting. Now he would have felt doubly fortunate could he
have gained a chance to attack him.
When the Shawanoe was wanted he was somewhere else.
"I wonder," continued Larry, as hope grew stronger within him, "whether
Whart wasn't sharp enough to play the trick on Blazing Arrow that he did
on mesilf? He must have heard the call, to larn how to make the same;
but Whart may have give him the slip."
It was a faint hope, but it did the lad good. He had hunted so much in
the company of his friend that they had not only acquired a good deal of
woodcraft, but were familiar with each other's ways.
Larry recalled that he had heard no gun fired since the discharge of his
weapon. It was fair to believe, therefore, that whatever the fate of
young Edwards might be, he had not been shot. There were other methods
of putting him out of the way, but the belief to which his friend was
rapidly bringing himself was that the one for whom he was concerned was
a prisoner of the Shawanoes.
The way to find out was to discover the camp of the red men, which must
be pitched somewhere in the neighborhood. It will thus be seen that the
lads were reasoning along the same lines, to the same conclusion.
Larry had risen from the bowlder on which he had seated himself, and
decided to move farther back in the woods in search of the camp-fire
that he knew was burning there. In making the search he would have to go
it blind, since there was no means of finding guidance.
But, as in more than one previous instance, he fortunately discovered
that others were near him before he was observed. He stood motionless,
peering and listening under the trees, where the gloom was so intense
that he might have brushed by a man without either seeing the other.
They were there, however, and a moment later were seen more plainly in
the moonlight, across which they passed to reach the torrent whither
they were making their way.
Larry was surprised when he saw two Indians walking with their light,
noiseless tread over the rocks. He had supposed there was but a solitary
warrior.
"I'm hoping that one of them is Blazing Arrow," was his thought.
He was resentful to that degree toward this particular Shawanoe that,
despite the danger from his companion, he would have shot him down; and
there can be little question that in doing so he would have rendered a
service to humanity.
But he could not identify either of the red men in the moonlight, with
their faces turned away from him. He saw them walk to the edge of the
torrent, where the tree lay, and then one followed the other across.
"I'd like to know the meaning of that; they must be hunting for Whart or
mesilf. I'm pretty sure they won't find mesilf there, and I don't know
about Whart. If they haven't got him already, it may take more than them
to find him."
As yet he could not know whether the war party were on this or the other
side of the stream. It looked as if the couple were returning to camp.
If this was so, the youth must follow them to obtain the information he
wanted.
He had reached this conclusion and was about to venture out in the
moonlight, when he was thrilled by the sound of the signal which he
feared he was never to hear again.
He paused and listened, afraid to reply and yet on the point of doing
so.
At the proper interval the call was repeated, and then, so certain that
everything was right was he that, instead of making the proper answer,
he called in a guarded undertone:
"Is that yersilf, Whart?"
"It is," was the reply of the delighted friend, and the next minute they
were together.
It was a joyous reunion, even though the shadow of great danger rested
upon the two youths. Wharton Edwards and Larry Murphy had been
separated, seemingly, with slight prospect of ever seeing each other
again; they had gone through many perils during the preceding few
hours, and at the moment when despair had almost taken possession of
both, they clasped hands and stood side by side.
"Are ye sure it's yersilf, Whart?" asked the elder, squeezing the
fingers of his friend, who fully reciprocated the warmth of feeling.
"I'm as sure, Larry, as you are that it's you."
"Then we'll consider it settled; and how are ye?" he asked, shaking
again the hand which he had not yet released.
"I was never better, and thankful and happy to find you alive when I
feared it was all over with you."
"The same to yersilf; and have ye suffered no harrum?"
"None at all, though matters kept moving; I dodged up the trail, and the
only Shawanoe who followed me was Blazing Arrow."
"And did he catch ye?"
"Not that I am aware of. You remember the natural clearing, a little way
out toward the block-house?"
"That I do."
"Well, when I struck that, Blazing Arrow was not far behind me. He had
my gun and I hadn't any, so that all I could do was to run, and there he
and I had the race that we missed at the settlement."
"Tell me about it," eagerly asked Larry.
"There isn't much to tell, except that I did my best, and I suppose he
did the same, Larry; I beat him badly; I must have gained fifty yards on
him."
"And is that the honest truth now, Whart?"
"It is."
"Heaven bless ye!"
And the enthusiastic fellow struck his friend a resounding whack on the
shoulder.
"Sh!" warned Wharton, "we must talk low, for some of them may be near
us."
"Why didn't ye sind word to me, so that I could have stood by ye and
cheered ye on and watched the sight? Wouldn't it have been a treat!"
"I would have been proud if you and the rest of our friends could have
been there, for I did better than I thought I could."
The friends told the particulars of what had happened to each other
since their separation. Happy, indeed, were they in their reunion.
"Whart," said Larry a few minutes later, "I knowed there was something
I'd forgot."
"What's that?"
"I'm as hungry as I can be."
"So am I, and have been for hours; I wish there was some way of getting
supper, but I know of none. There is something else, however, that is
more important than supper."
"And what is that?"
"We must get away from here at once. We ought to have left long ago."
"I'm thinking ye're right, and I'm ready to do your bidding whenever you
are ready. I came near crossing over that tree a good while ago, and I'm
prepared to do it now if you say so."
"I'm not satisfied that that is the best course."
"Why not?"
"From what you have told me and what I have seen, the Shawanoes seem to
be using that to-night as a bridge. I don't know how many have come and
gone over it to-day. Suppose that a party of them made up their minds to
cross at the same time we do?"
"And that's what some of 'em did when I was about to try it; if me gun
hadn't wobbled behind me shoulder we'd have met on the log."
"The trees grow to the bank at each end of the log, so that if these two
hadn't slanted across that little, narrow space off there to the left,
we wouldn't have seen them until they stepped upon the foot-bridge. What
I mean to say, Larry, is this: we have had such good fortune that we
must not tempt Providence further by trying to cross here."
"How shall we manage it?"
"Go farther up the stream till we're well away from this place, where
the Indians seem to be so plentiful."
"And maybe there isn't such a spot."
"There must be; there are not enough of the Shawanoes to be everywhere."
"Not that, but a place where we can cross; ye must bear in mind that
it's not me that can jump like yersilf."
"There must be some spot where the banks come close together. A stream
generally grows narrower the nearer you approach the source."
"True, if it runs between the rocks all the way, as it does above the
falls."
There was logic in these words, and his friend could not deny it.
"I agree with you, Larry; but if the rocks disappear and the torrent
widens, then it must be so slow that we can either swim or wade it.
There isn't any chance of our reaching the block-house except by the
trail, and that is on the other side."
"But what about the two that wint across a little while ago?"
"We must look out for them, and for the others, too; we are not through
with them yet."
"I agree with ye now."