"Great Cæsar!" exclaimed the terrified McEwen, as he began swinging back
and forth, head downward, like a huge pendulum; "won't somebody set me
right side up?"
"Not another word," whispered Fred, catching him by the shoulders and
jerking him loose, "or I'll dash you head-first on the rocks."
With some difficulty, the troublesome New Englander was placed on his
feet, and finally the whole party stood erect at the bottom of the
ravine, unharmed and hopeful.
"If we are captured, it will be due to the presence of a natural-born
idiot with us," said Fred; "listen!"
It seemed at that moment as if a dozen owls were calling to each other
from different points in the woods. One or two sounds came from the
rocks overhead, near where the path terminated its ascent, and must have
been uttered by those who were seen there by Godfrey a short time
before.
"They have discovered us," he added, "and it is now do or die."
Not another word was spoken, and the youth led the way along the ravine
without any definite idea of where he was going, or whether there was
any chance of escaping what might be the very trap into which their
enemies were seeking to lure them.
The ground was rough and stony, and they scrambled forward like a party
of mountain tourists in a great hurry.
Fred Godfrey maintained his place at the head, Maggie and Eva close
behind, while Aunt Peggy, Mr. Brainerd, and Habakkuk McEwen followed.
When they had gone less then a hundred yards, all were relieved by
finding they were steadily rising.
If this peculiarity continued, they must soon reach the level ground
above, and, in the darkness, would be able to go a good distance before
morning.
But it was almost idle to hope, for the thought was scarcely in their
minds when the whole party were brought to a standstill by coming
squarely against the solid wall.
"Is this the end of the path?" asked Brainerd, observing the dilemma
that checked them.
"I hope not--but let's look. Those signals going back and forth across
the valley refer to us. I believe the whole Indian force know what we
have done, and are arranging to capture us."
The probabilities pointed that way, and, when several minutes' hurried
search failed to find an outlet to the ravine, which now narrowed until
the two sides met, something akin to despair took possession of the
fugitives.
"It's my belief," ventured McEwen, "that the best thing we can do is to
open negotiations with the Senecas, with a view of obtaining honorable
terms. What are your views, Mr. Brainerd?"
"That the best thing for you to do is to hold your peace."
"Such is my own theory," added Fred, who had no patience with the
fellow. "Hello!"
As he spoke he made an upward leap, and catching the slight projecting
ledge of rock, to the amazement of the others, drew himself up and
secured stable footing. A few seconds were spent in a hasty survey, when
he dropped nimbly beside them again.
"I think there is a way out," he whispered; "but we can't climb up there
alone--that is, all of us: we have got to have help."
"And that cannot be obtained."
"Yes, it can; the grape-vine is just the thing; I can fasten one end of
that above, and then assist every one to the top."
"But it will be too dangerous for you to go back--"
"Wait right where you are," broke in Fred; "don't move or make any
noise; I won't be gone long."
And before any more objection could be made he vanished in the shadow.
Standing thus, with all their senses on the alert, they heard sounds
that were anything but reassuring.
The notes of the whip-poor-will and the dismal hooting of owls came from
different portions of the wood. Whether or not the Indians knew
precisely what the fugitives had done, they were unquestionably aware
that something unusual was going on.
A minute's reflection could not fail to show to all their hapless
situation. It may be said they were literally walled in, with their
enemies perched on the rocks on every hand, able to hold them there as
long as they chose.
However, no one was disposed to give up effort while any grounds for
making such effort was open.
As there was no saying how long the fugitives would be forced to wait
for the return of the lieutenant, they sat down on the rocky seats,
taking care that they kept in the dense shadow that had served them so
well.
Eva nestled by her father, and had placed her hand in his, and was in
the act of asking a question, when the sharp report of a rifle was heard
above their heads, and only a short distance off.
The instant thought was, that Fred Godfrey had either shot some one, or
had been fired at himself.
But Mr. Brainerd was sure that the report came from the pile of rocks
that commanded the cavern just vacated by them. This was a vast relief,
but all shuddered to think what the results would have been had the
weapon been discharged only a few minutes before.
With the bullet sent from such a point, it could not have failed to do
execution, for it will be recalled that the fugitives, while preparing
to start, were exposed to any bullet that might be sent into the
opening.
The supposition was, that though the red men could not see any of the
whites on account of the deep shadow to which we have referred more than
once, they knew the location of the cavern itself sufficiently well to
fire directly into it.
It will be seen, as a consequence, that such a shot, sent fifteen
minutes earlier, must have caused the death of one, at least, of the
company.
But, after all, would it have been anything more than anticipating by a
few hours their certain fate?