CHAPTER XIX.

With great pain Lord H---- contemplated the task before him; but his

was a firm and resolute heart; and he strode forward quickly to

accomplish it as soon as possible. Fancy painted, as he went, all the

grief and anguish he was about to inflict upon Edith; but Fancy hardly

did her justice--for it left out of the picture many of the stronger

traits of her character.

The beautiful girl was watching from the window, and at once

recognized her lover as he issued from the wood alone. Her heart sank

with apprehension, it is true; nevertheless, she ran out along the

little path to meet him, in order to know the worst at once.

Before they met, her father came forth from the wood, slowly and

heavily, with a crowd of boatmen and soldiers following in groups of

six or seven at a time. With wonderful accuracy she divined the

greater part of what had occurred. She instantly stopped till Lord

H---- came up, and then inquired, in a low and tremulous voice,--

"Have you found him? Is he dead or living?"

"We have not found _him_, dear Edith," said Lord H----, taking her

hand, and leading her towards the house; "but your father conceives

there is great cause for apprehension of the very worst kind, from

what we _have_ found. I trust, however, that his fears go beyond the

reality, and that there is still----"

"Oh, dear George, do not keep me in suspense!" ejaculated Edith. "Let

me hear all at once. My mind is sufficiently prepared by long hours of

painful thought. I will show none of the weakness I displayed this

morning. What is it you have found?"

"His knife and his knapsack," replied Lord H----.

"He may have cast his knapsack off from weariness," said Edith, still

catching at a hope.

"I fear not," replied her lover, unwilling to encourage expectations

to be disappointed. "The straps of the knapsack were cut, not

unbuckled; and your father has given himself up entirely to despair,

although we found no traces of strife or bloodshed."

"Poor Walter!" exclaimed Edith, with a deep sigh. But she shed no

tears; and walked on in silence, till they had reached the little

verandah of the house. Then suddenly she stopped, roused herself from

her fit of thought, and said, raising her beautiful and tender eyes to

her lover's face, "I have now two tasks before me, to which I must

give myself up entirely--to console my poor father, and to try to save

my brother's life. Forgive me, George, if, in executing these,

especially the latter, I do not seem to give so much of my thoughts to

you as you have a right to expect. You would not, I know, have me

neglect either."

"God forbid!" exclaimed Lord H----, warmly; "but let me share in them,

Edith. There is nothing within the scope of honour and of right that I

will not do to save your brother. I sent him on this ill-starred

errand: to gratify me was that unfortunate expedition made through the

wood; but it is enough that he is your brother, and your father's son;

and I will do anything--undertake anything--if there be still a hope.

Go to your father first, my love, and then let us consult together. I

will see these men attended to, for they want rest and food; and I

must take liberties with your father's house to provide for them."

"Do, do," she answered; "use it as your own."

And, leaving him in the verandah, she turned to meet her father.

Edith well knew that, for a time, Mr. Prevost's mind was not likely to

receive either hope or consolation. All she could give him was

tenderness; and Lord H----, who followed her to speak with the

soldiers and boatmen, soon saw her disappear into the house with Mr.

Prevost.

When he returned to the little sitting-room, Edith was not there, but

he heard a murmur of voices from the room above; and, in about half an

hour, she rejoined him. She was much more agitated than when she had

left him; and her face showed marks of tears: not that her fears were

greater, or that she had heard anything to alarm her more; but her

father's deep despair had overpowered her own firmness. All the weaker

affections of human nature are infectious; fear, despondency, and

sorrow, peculiarly so.

Edith still felt, however, the importance of decision and action; and,

putting her hand to her head with a look of bewilderment, she stood,

for an instant, in silence, with her eyes fixed on the ground,

seemingly striving to collect her scattered thoughts, in order to

judge and act with precision.

"One of the boatmen, Edith," said Lord H----, leading her to a seat,

"has led me to believe that we shall have ample time for any efforts

to save your brother, if he have, as there is too much reason to fear,

fallen into the hands of these revengeful Indians. The man seems to

know what he talks of well, and boasts that he has been accustomed to

the ways and manners of the savages from boyhood."

"Is he a tall, handsome man, with two children?" asked Edith.

"He is a tall, good-looking man," answered Lord H----; "but his

children I did not see."

"If he be the man I mean," answered Edith, "he can be fully depended

upon; and it may be well to ask his opinion and advice before he goes.

But, for the present, George, let us consult alone. Perhaps, I can

judge better than you of poor Walter's present situation. That is

first to be considered; and then what are the chances, what the means,

of saving him. He is certainly in the hands of the Indians,--of that I

have no doubt; and I think Black Eagle knew it when he guided us

through the forest. Yet I do not think he will willingly lift the

tomahawk against my brother--it will only be at the last extremity,

when all means have failed of entrapping that unhappy man, Brooks. We

shall have time--yes, we shall certainly have time."

"Then the first step to be taken," said Lord H----, "will be to induce

the Government to make a formal and imperative demand for his release.

I will undertake that part of the matter; it shall be done at once."

Edith shook her head sadly.

"You know them not," she said: "it would only hurry his fate." Then,

dropping her voice to a very low tone, she added--"They would

negotiate and hold councils; and Walter would be slain while they were

treating."

She pressed her hands upon her eyes as she spoke, as if to shut out

the fearful image her own words called up; and then there was a moment

or two of silence, at the end of which Lord H---- inquired if it would

not be better for him to see Sir William Johnson, and consult with

him.

"That may be done," replied Edith. "No man in the province knows them

so well as he does; and his advice may be relied upon. But we must

take other measures too. Otaitsa must be told of Walter's danger, and

consulted. Do you know, George," she added, with a melancholy smile,

"I have lately been inclined to think, at times, that there is no

small love between Walter and the Blossom--something more than

friendship, at all events."

"But, of course, she will hear of his capture, and do her best to save

him," rejoined the young nobleman.

Edith shook her head, answering, "Save him she will, if any human

power can do it: but that she knows of his capture, I much doubt.

These Indians are wise, George, in their own opinion; and never trust

their acts, their thoughts, or their resolutions, to a woman. They

will keep the secret from Otaitsa, just as Black Eagle kept it from

me; but she must be informed, consulted, and perhaps acted with. Then

I think, too, that poor man Woodchuck should have tidings of what his

act has brought upon us."

"I see not well," said Lord H----, "what result that can produce."

"Nor I," answered Edith; "yet it ought to be done, in justice to

ourselves and to him. He is bold, skilful, resolute; and we must not

judge of any matter in this country as we should judge in Europe. He

may undertake and execute something for my brother's rescue, which you

and I would never dream of. He is just the man to do so, and to

succeed. He knows every path of the forest, every lodge of the

Indians, and is friendly with many of them; has saved the lives of

some, I have heard him say, and conferred great obligations upon many;

and I believe he will never rest till he has delivered Walter."

"Then I will find him out, and let him know the facts directly," said

Lord H----. "Perhaps he and Otaitsa may act together, if we can open

any communication with her."

"She will act by herself, and for herself, I am sure," replied Edith;

"and some communication must be opened at any risk, and all risks. But

let us see the boatman, George. Perhaps he may know some one going

into the Indian territory, who may carry a letter to her. 'Tis a great

blessing she can read and write; for we must have our secrets too, if

we would frustrate theirs."

Lord H---- rose, and proceeded to the hall, where the men whom he had

brought with him were busily engaged despatching such provisions as

Mr. Prevost's house could afford on the spur of the moment. The

boatman he sought was soon found. Following the young nobleman into

the lesser room, he entered into full conference with Edith and her

lover, and again expressed the opinion that no harm would happen to

young Walter Prevost for several months at the least. "They have

caught some one," he said, "to make sure of their revenge; and that is

all they want for the present. Now they will look for the man himself

who did it, and catch him, if they can."

"Can you tell where he is to be found?" asked Lord H---- in a quiet

tone.

"Why, you would not give him up to them?" asked the man, sharply.

"Certainly not," replied Lord H----; "he is in safety, and of that

safety I have no right to deprive him--it would make me an accessory

to the act of the savages. But I wish to see him to tell him what has

occurred, and to consult him as to what is to be done."

"That's a different case," observed the man, gravely; "and if that's

all you want, I don't mind telling you that he is in Albany, at the

public-house called 'The Three Boatmen.' Our people who rowed him down

said he did not intend to leave Albany for a week or more."

"And now, Robert," said Edith, "can you tell me where I can get a

messenger to the Oneidas? I know you loved my brother Walter well; and

I think, if we can get somebody to go for me, we may save him."

"I did indeed love him well, Miss Prevost," replied the man, with his

firm, hard eye moistened, "and I'd do anything in reason to save him.

It's a sad pity we did not know of this yesterday; for a half-breed

Onondagua runner passed by and got some milk from us; and I gave him

the panther's skin which you, my lord, told some of our people to send

in the poor lad's name to the daughter of the old chief, Black Eagle."

Edith turned her eyes to her lover's face, and Lord H---- replied to

their inquiring look, saying--

"It is true, Edith, Walter shot a panther in the wood, and wished to

send the skin to Otaitsa. We had no time to lose at the moment; but,

as we came back, I induced the guides to skin it, and made them

promise to dry and send it forward by the first occasion."

"I strapped it on the runner's back myself," said the man whom Edith

called Robert, "and also gave him the money you sent for him, my lord.

He would have taken any message readily enough, and one could have

trusted him. But it may be months before such another chance offers, I

guess. Look here, Miss Edith," he continued, turning towards her with

a face full of earnest expression, "I would go myself, but what would

come of it? They would only kill me instead of your brother; for one

man's as good as another to them in such cases, and perhaps he might

not get off either. But I've a wife and two young children, ma'am, and

it makes me not quite so ready to risk my life as I was a few years

ago."

"It is not to be thought of," said Edith, calmly. "I could ask no one

to go; except one partly of their own race; for I know it must be the

blood of a white man they spill. All I can desire you to do, for

Walter's sake and mine, is to seek for one of the Indian runners, who

are often about Albany, and about the army, and send him on to me."

"You see, Miss Prevost," replied the man, "there are not so many about

as there used to be, for it is coming on winter; and, as to the army,

when Lord Loudon took it to Halifax, almost all the runners and scouts

were discharged. Some of them remained with Webb, it is true; but a

number of those were killed and scalped by Montcalm's Hurons. However,

I will make it my business to seek one, night and day, and send him

up."

"Let it be some one on whom we can depend," said Edith; "some one whom

you have tried and can trust."

"That makes it harder still," said the man; "for, though I have tried

many of them, I can trust few of them. However, I will see, and not be

long about it either. But it would be quite nonsense to send you a man

who might either never do your errand at all, or go and tell your

message to those you don't want to hear it."

"It would indeed," said Edith, sadly, as all the difficulties and

risks which lay in the way of success were suggested to her by the

man's words. "Well, do your best, Robert," she said, at length, after

some thought; "and, as you will have to pay the man, here is money

for----"

"You can pay him yourself, ma'am," replied the boatman, bluntly. "As

for taking any myself for helping poor Master Walter, that's what I

won't do. When I have got to take an oar in hand, or anything of that

kind, I make the people pay fast enough what my work's worth--perhaps

a little more sometimes," he added, with a laugh. "But not for such

work as this--no, no, not for such work as this. So good-bye, Miss

Prevost--good-bye, my lord. I won't let the grass grow under my feet

in looking for a messenger."

Thus saying, he quitted the room; and Edith and Lord H---- were once

more left alone together. Sad and gloomy was their conversation,

unchequered by any of those bright beams of love and joy which Edith

had fondly fancied were to light her future hours. All was dim and

obscure in the distance; and the point upon which both their eyes were

fixed most intently in the dark shadowy curtain of the coming time,

was the murkiest and most obscure of all. Whatever plan was suggested,

whatever course of action was thought of, difficulties rose up to

surround it and perils presented themselves on all sides.

Nor did the presence of Mr. Prevost, who joined them soon after, tend,

in any degree, to support or to direct. He had lost all hope, at least

for the time; and the only thing which seemed to afford him a faint

gleam of light was the thought of communicating immediately with

Brooks.

"I fear Sir William Johnson will do nothing," he said. "He is so

devoted even to the smallest interest of the Government, his whole

mind is so occupied with this one purpose of cementing the alliance

between Britain and the Five Nations, that, on my life, I believe he

would suffer any man's son to be butchered, rather than risk offending

an Indian tribe."

"In his position, it may be very difficult for him to act," said Lord

H----; "but it might be as well to ascertain his feelings and his

views, by asking his advice as to how you should act yourself. Counsel

he will be very willing to give, I am sure; and, in the course of

conversation, you might discover how much or how little you have to

expect from his assistance."

"But you said, my dear lord, that you were yourself going to Albany

to-morrow, to see poor Brooks," observed Mr. Prevost. "I cannot leave

Edith here alone."

All three mused for a moment or two, and Edith, perhaps, deepest of

all. At length, however, she said--

"I am quite safe, my father: of that I am certain; and you will be

certain too, I am sure, when you remember what I told you of Black

Eagle's conduct to me on that fatal night. He threw his blanket round

me, and called me his daughter. Depend upon it, long ere this, the

news that I am his adopted child has spread through all the tribes;

and no one would dare to lift his hand against me."

"Still, some precaution," said Lord H----.

But Edith interrupted him gently, saying, "Stay, George, one moment.

Let my father answer. Do you not think, dear father, that I am quite

safe? In a word, do you not believe that I could go from lodge to

lodge, as the adopted daughter of Black Eagle, throughout the whole

length of the Long House of the Five Nations without the slightest

risk or danger? and, if so, why should you fear?"

"I do indeed believe you could," replied Mr. Prevost. "Oh that we

could have extracted such an act from the chief towards poor Walter.

What Edith says is right, my lord: we must judge of these Indians as

we know them; and my only fear in leaving her here now, arises from

the risk of incursions from the other side of the Hudson."

Lord H---- mused a little. It struck him there was something strange

in Edith's way of putting the question to her father--something too

precise, too minute, to be called for by any of the words which had

been spoken. It excited nothing like suspicion in his mind; for it was

hardly possible to look into the face, or hear the tones, of Edith

Prevost, and entertain distrust. But it made him doubt whether she had

not some object, high and noble he was sure, but beyond the immediate

point, which she did not think fit as yet to reveal.

"I was about to say," he replied at length to the last words of Mr.

Prevost, "that I can easily move a guard up here sufficient to protect

the house; and I need not tell you, my dear sir," he continued, taking

Edith's hand, "that as the whole treasure of my happiness is here, I

would not advise you to leave her for an hour unless I felt sure she

would be safe. I will send down by some of the men, who are still in

the house, an order to Captain Hammond to march a guard here as early

as possible to-morrow morning, under a trustworthy sergeant. As soon

as it arrives, I will set out for Albany; and I think you can go to

Johnson's Castle in perfect security."

So it was arranged, and all parties felt no inconsiderable relief when

some course of action was thus decided. Effort in this world is

everything. Even the waters of joy will stagnate; and the greatest

relief to care or sorrow, the strongest support in danger or

adversity, is effort.

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