"The governor is not here. He is at his house, and cannot be
disturbed."
Wacora's hand clutched his tomahawk. Oluski perceiving the act, laid
hold of his nephew's arm.
"Patience, Wacora, patience! The time for bloodshed will come soon
enough. For my sake be patient."
Then, turning to the sentry, he continued, his eyes flashing in their
sockets. "Fool!" said he, "go with my message; the lives of hundreds
may depend upon it. Tell your chief that I am here! Bring him
instantly before me!"
The dignity of the old Indian's manner struck the man with respect.
Perhaps the nervous twitching of Wacora's fingers about the handle of
his tomahawk had also its effect.
Calling out to a comrade who was near, and placing him at the post, he
hastened off towards the house.
The two Indians, without exchanging speech, patiently awaited his
return.
There was evidently some commotion within the frame dwelling at the
reception of the news, as several men, well armed, were observed
hurrying off in different directions, and taking station along the line
of the stockade.
Shortly after, the man who had been sent was seen coming back.
Throwing open the strong slab door, he beckoned the two chiefs to enter.
They did so; and then, leading them inside the block-house, the man told
them there to await the governor's arrival. It was not long delayed.
Elias Rody was seen coming forth from his new mansion, followed by five
or six stalwart settlers.
All save himself carried rifles.
The Indians stood still as statues.
They made no movement to lessen the distance between themselves and the
white men.
At length Elias Rody and Oluski stood face to face.
A close observer might have detected signs of fear in the governor's
countenance.
Despite his assumed boldness of bearing, he found it hard to look into
the face of the man he had so cruelly wronged.
It was he, however, who first broke the silence so painful to himself.
"What does Oluski wish to say to me?"
"What is the meaning of this?" asked the chief, pointing to the mansion
as he spoke.
"That is my new residence."
"By what right have you built it on this ground?"
"By the right of possession--bought and paid for?"
Oluski started as if a shot had struck him.
"Bought and paid for? Dog of a liar! What do you mean?"
"Only that I have built my house upon land purchased from you. Your
memory appears bad, my old Indian friend."
"Purchased from me? When--how?"
"Do you already forget the guns, powder, and valuables I gave you? Fie,
fie! you are trying to cheat me! Surely you must remember your bargain!
But if your memory fail you, these gentlemen," here Rody pointed to the
settlers, "these gentlemen are prepared to certify to the truth of what
I say."
Oluski only groaned.
The audacious treachery of the white man was beyond his simple belief.
Wacora, burning with indignation, spoke for him.
"False wretch, the lie these men are ready to swear to is too monstrous
to be believed, even were they upon their oaths! Those gifts were
thrust upon my uncle, falsely bestowed as the lands he gave you were
falsely claimed for services done to him! Your black heart never
conceived a generous thought or a just deed! All was for a treacherous
end--the betrayal of this noble-minded chief, as much your superior as
the Deity you profess to worship is above the white man himself! Wacora
despises you! Wacora has said it!"
He drew Oluski towards him, and stood erect and proud in the
consciousness of right before the trembling usurper and his adherents.
The aged chief had recovered himself while his nephew was speaking.
"What Wacora has said is good, and he only utters my own thoughts. I
came here ready to receive atonement for the wrong done me and my
people. I now see that there is a darker depth of treachery in you,
even than this which has robbed a confiding man of his best-loved
possession. I, Oluski, the Seminole, spit at and despise you! I have
spoken!"
With a kingly dignity the old chief folded his blanket around him, and
leaning on his nephew's arm, slowly departed from the spot.
Rody and his followers, as if transfixed by the withering contempt with
which the Indians had treated, them, suffered the two to depart without
molestation.
They now redoubled their watchfulness, stationed additional sentinels
around the stockade, and looked after the arms and ammunition, with
which they would, no doubt, have to defend the usurped possession.
The small cloud that had been slowly gathering over the settlement was
growing dark and portentous. The soft breeze was rapidly rising to a
storm.
The people of the settlement, alarmed by the news of the interview
between Rody and the Indian chief's, which spread rapidly among them,
hastened to take measures for the safety of their families. The women
and children were hurriedly brought in from the outlying plantations,
and lodged in temporary abodes within the stockade, whilst provisions in
plenty were carried to the same place.
The war signal had sounded, and before long the work of carnage would
commence!