THE INDIAN SPY.

It was past the hour of midnight. The lightning, that for some time had

appeared only at long intervals, now ceased altogether. Its fitful

glare gave place to a softer, steadier light, for the moon had arisen,

and was climbing up the eastern sky. Cumulus clouds still hung in the

heavens, slowly floating across the canopy; but their masses were

detached, and the azure firmament was visible through the spaces

between. The beautiful planet Venus, and here and there a solitary

star, twinkled in these blue voids, or gleamed through the filmy

bordering of the clouds; but the chiefs of the constellations alone were

visible. The moon's disc was clear and well defined, whiter from

contrast with the dark cumuli: and her beam frosted the prairie till the

grass looked hoar. There was neither mist nor mirage; the electric

fluid had purged the atmosphere of its gases, and the air was cool,

limpid, and bracing. Though the moon had passed the full, so brilliant

was her beam, that an object could have been distinguished far off upon

the plain, whose silvery level extended on all sides to the horizon.

The thick black clouds, however, moving silently over the sky,

occasioned long intervals of eclipse, during which the prairie, as

before, was shrouded in sombre darkness.

Up to this time, Garey and I had remained by the head of the little

gorge, through which we had ascended. The moon was behind us, for the

guerrilla was on the western side of the mesa. The shadow of the mound

was thrown far out upon the plain, and just beyond its well-defined edge

was the line of sentinels, thickly posted. On our knees among the low

shrubbery, we were unseen by them, while we commanded a perfect view of

the whole troop, as they smoked, chattered, shouted, and sang--for they

gave such tokens of their jovial humour.

After quietly watching them for some time, Garey left me to take a turn

round the summit, and reconnoitre the opposite or eastern side. In that

direction lay the rancheria; and if the picket was still stationed

there, we might soon expect the rescue. My rangers were not the men to

tarry, called forth on such a duty; and, under Rube's guidance, they

would be most likely to make their approach by the rear of the mound.

Garey, therefore, went in that direction to make his reconnaissance.

He had not parted from me more than a minute, when a dark object out

upon the plain attracted my glance. I fancied it was the figure of a

man; though it was prostrate and flattened against the ground, just as

old Rube had appeared when making his escape!

Surely it was not he? I had but an indistinct view of it, for it was

full six hundred yards from the mesa, and directly beyond the line of

the guerrilleros. Just then a cloud crossing the moon's disc, shrouded

the plain, and the dark object was no longer visible.

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