There was not a particle of lameness in the movements of Gravity Gimp as
he went through this programme, but his actions were like those of an
athlete.
Catching up the gun of the prostrate Indian, he was off like a shot,
running with the speed of a deer among the trees, and with great risk,
for the darkness was too dense to permit him to see where he was going.
"Dat ere pertendin' dat I was lame was a stroke ob gen'us," he muttered,
with a huge grin, as he slackened his gait somewhat, "and, if it hadn't
been for dat lameness, I'd been 'sassinated.
"Shouldn't wonder if dey did scoop in all de folks," he added, with a
pang of fear, "and if dey does, why Aunt Peggy must go to buttin' de
Injuns ober de same as I done. _Sh!_"
He listened for sounds of pursuit, but there was none, and he drew a
sigh of relief, hoping that his friends were in as safe a situation as
he.
Gray Panther, chief of the Senecas, conducted his portion of the
programme, as we have already seen, with cunning and skill.
Fred Godfrey, Richard Brainerd, Maggie and Eva, Aunt Peggy, and Habakkuk
McEwen were his prisoners, and within five minutes after they became
such they were started, under the charge of the warriors, for the camp,
where Jake Golcher was expecting them.
The hands of the males were tied behind them so securely that they felt
there was no possibility of freeing themselves. Their weapons were
removed, as a matter of course, but no one of the three females was
offered any indignity by the Indians, who were carrying out the
instructions of Jake Golcher himself.
Since the captors did not seem to feel any objection, several of the
whites ventured on a few words. Habakkuk, however, as he stumbled along
over the obstructions at the rear, felt in anything but a conversational
mood, and for a time held his peace.
"These are the most scand'lous purceedings that I ever heard tell of,"
ventured Aunt Peggy, in her snappish way.
"You are right," said Fred Godfrey; "it is the most terrible reverse I
ever saw."
"Oh, I don't mean that."
"What do you refer to?"
"That Injin actually tried to kiss me--didn't you see him?"
"No, I wasn't aware of it."
"I gave him one slap that he'll remember, I reckon!"
The situation was too solemn for Fred to utter the remark that would
have come to his lip at any other time. He therefore directed his next
words to Maggie, who was close to her father, and holding the hand of
Eva.
"This looks pretty bad, Maggie," said he, in a low voice, "and it is
hard to find we were mistaken, when I was so hopeful that we had passed
all danger."
"So it is, but how many of our friends and neighbors have fared still
more ill!"
"They are to be envied," said Mr. Brainerd, speaking for the first
time, "for their woe is ended, and ours is to come."
"There may be hope," remarked the daughter, though it must be confessed
she saw none; "we must not despair."
"It is well enough to talk about hoping on forever," said her father,
who seemed more dejected than the others, "but every man that is born
must sooner or later reach the hour when hope is ended: we struck the
hour and minute just now."
"I'm disposed to hold out as long as any of you," said Fred Godfrey,
"but I must own that I feel about as you do."
"And so does every one," added Mr. Brainerd, "for the days of miracles
passed long ago; some of our escapes to-day came about as close to the
miraculous as they could well do, and that may have led us to expect
unreasonable things."
At this juncture Gray Panther seemed to think there was too much
conversation going on, and in broken English he ordered all to keep
their tongues still.
No one of the prisoners regretted the command, for it was a dismal
thing to talk when their hearts were so oppressed.
The route they followed was through the wood, that was stony and rocky,
and in the deep shadows it was anything but pleasing work. The captors
kept close to the captives, so as to prevent any break for freedom on
their part.
The distance was not far, but it was not yet passed, when something took
place which caused some alarm, though none of the prisoners could tell
what it was.
One of the Indians in front uttered a peculiar signal, which caused a
halt on the part of every Seneca. Gray Panther hastened forward.
It was idle for Godfrey to look for any interference in their behalf,
but he did feel, for a few brief seconds, something akin to such hope.
But Gray Panther speedily returned, and the march was resumed, with the
same stillness and care as before.
What the cause of the interruption was, became known to none but the
Senecas themselves.
A few minutes later, the glimmer of a light was seen among the trees,
and as the faces of the party were turned in that direction, they knew
it was the camp-fire that was their destination.
Only a few steps more were passed when the entire party, with the
exception of the African servant, stood in the presence of Jake Golcher,
the Tory.