CHAPTER XXXV

FATE OF THE SLAVE-CATCHERS

For some time, Boyd, Douglass, and the scout had been aware of an odor,

pungent and sickening; but neither of the two former had been able to

determine its character. Now, as they gazed into an opening in the pine

forest, beside a small pond, its hideous cause was instantly apparent.

Although there was no sign of human life, there was ample evidence that

human beings, engaged in the perpetration of an awful tragedy, had

occupied the place but a few hours before. Chiefest of this evidence

were the charred remains of two human bodies, fastened and supported by

chains to the blackened trunks of two young pine trees. At the foot of

each tree a heap of ashes, and a few embers that still smouldered, told

their story in language so plain that even the civilian and the soldier

had no need of the scout's interpretation to enable them to comprehend

instantly what had taken place.

For a few minutes they remained in hiding while he cautiously circled

about the recent encampment to discover if any of the Indians still

lurked in its vicinity. At length he reappeared on the opposite side

of the opening, and entering it disturbed a number of buzzards that

were only awaiting the cooling of the embers to begin their horrid

feast. These rose on heavy wings, and lighting on neighboring branches,

watched the intruders with dull eyes.

"The Injuns have gone," said the scout as he met his companions in the

middle of the opening, "and taken the four horses with them. It was a

small war-party, all on foot and without women or children; but what

beats me is that there ain't no tracks of white men along with theirs.

Here are two accounted for, but what has become of the other two? They

might have rid horseback, it's true; but then, it ain't Injun way to

let prisoners ride when they are afoot themselves."

"Is there any way of finding out who these poor devils were?" asked

Douglass, indicating the pitiful remnants of humanity before them.

"No, sir, I can't say as there is," replied the scout, doubtfully. "All

I know for certain is that they was human, most likely men, and more

than likely white men. They must have done something to make the Reds

uncommon mad, too; for even Injuns don't burn prisoners without some

special reason, and never, in my experience of 'em, have I run across a

case where they did it in such a hurry. Generally when they've laid out

to have a burning, they save it till they get back to their village, so

as to let all hands share in the festivities. No, sir; this case is

peculiar, and you can bet there was some mighty good reason for it."

As it would have been useless to follow the Indian trail any further,

the scouting party turned back from this point.

"If I could only be sure that one of those wretches was Jeffers," said

Boyd to Douglass as they made their way among the solemn pines, "I

should feel that he had met with his just deserts. Certainly no man

ever earned a punishment of that kind more thoroughly than he. As the

matter stands, I fear it will be long before this mystery is cleared,

if, indeed, it ever is. Under the circumstances, don't you think it

will be just as well not to tell Anstice what we have seen?"

"Certainly," replied Douglass, "and I will instruct Redmond not to

mention our discovery to any one. Of course, I shall be obliged to

report it to the general, but beyond that it need not be known."

So Anstice was only told that the scouts had followed the Indian trail

as far as they deemed advisable, without discovering a living being,

and she rode on toward Tampa, happily unconscious of the hideous

forest tragedy that had been enacted so near her. Although she was

still anxious concerning Nita, she was not without hope that the girl

had fallen into friendly hands, who would ultimately restore her to

Coacoochee.

At Tampa, which presented at that time a scene of the most interesting

activity, the Boyds formed many friends. A large military force was

stationed here in Fort Brooke, a post charmingly located on a point of

land projecting into the bay, and shaded by rows of live-oaks, vast in

size, and draped in the cool green-gray of Spanish moss. Beneath these

were the officers' quarters, and long lines of snowy tents. One of the

married officers, whose wife had gone North, tendered the Boyds the

use of his rudely but comfortably furnished cottage until they should

find an opportunity for returning safely to their own home. They gladly

accepted this offer, and their cottage quickly became a centre of all

the gayety and fun of the fort.

Just back of the post was a large encampment of Indians, who had

surrendered or been made prisoners at different points, and were now

collected for shipment to New Orleans, on their way to the distant west.

Although Anstice, in her pity for these unfortunates about to be torn

from the land of their birth, often visited them, and made friends with

the mothers through the children, she did not realize their sorrow so

keenly as she would had any of her own friends or acquaintances been

among them.

On the day before that fixed for their embarkation, Colonel Worth, of

the 8th Infantry, came in from a long and finally successful scout

after Halec Tustenugge's band of Indians. Although the leader of

this band, together with a few of his warriors, succeeded in eluding

capture, a large number, including many women and children, had been

brought in. These it was decided to start for New Orleans in the

morning with the captives already on hand.

The colonel who had just concluded this arduous campaign was a fine

specimen of the American soldier, as honest as he was brave; and a

cordial friendship already existed between him and the Boyds. As was

natural, therefore, the morning following his arrival at Fort Brooke

saw him seated at their cheerful breakfast table, where, of course, the

conversation turned upon the existing war.

"There is just one man in Florida to-day, with whom I wish I had a

personal acquaintance," remarked the colonel. "He alone could put a

stop to this infernal business of hiding and sneaking and destroying

cornfields, and running down women and children, if he only would. His

name is Coacoochee."

"Yes, I know him well, and believe what you say of him is true,"

responded Boyd.

"You know him! Then you are just the man to aid me in meeting him. I am

to be sent into his country in a few days, and am extremely anxious to

have a talk with him. Will you go with me, and exert your influence to

induce him to come in?"

"I am afraid my influence would prove of small avail, colonel. You see,

Coacoochee has been already caught by chaff and made to suffer dearly

for his credulity."

"Yes, I know, and it was one of the most outrageous--But I have no

business criticising my superior officers, so I can only say that--"

Just here came an interruption in shape of a lieutenant, who wished

the colonel's instructions concerning an awkward situation. "You see,

sir," he began, "we had just got the prisoners, whom you brought in

yesterday, nicely started for the boats, when one of them, and a mighty

good-looking one for a squaw, darted out from among the rest and ran

like a deer towards the woods. Two of the guards started after her,

and several men ran so as to head her off. At this, and seeing no

other chance of escape, she sprang to a small tree and climbed it like

a kitten. Once up, she drew a knife from some part of her clothing

and declared in excellent English that she would kill any man who

dared come after her and then kill herself. I have been talking to

her and trying to persuade her of her foolishness. She only answers

that she will never be taken from Florida, and will do exactly what

she threatens, in case we attempt her capture. She is terribly in

earnest about it, and I am afraid means just what she says. Now all the

boats have left, save one that is only waiting for her, and I am in a

quandary. I dare not order any man to go up after her. I can't have her

shot. I can't shake her down, nor can I persuade her to come down, and

the transports will have sailed long before she is weary or starved

into submission."

"It certainly is a most embarrassing situation," laughed the colonel,

rising from the table as he spoke, "and one that would seem to demand

my official presence. Will you come with us, Boyd?"

"Can't I go too, colonel?" broke in Anstice. "Perhaps I can persuade

the poor thing to come down after all you men have failed."

"Certainly, Miss Anstice; we shall be delighted to have both your

company and assistance."

They found the situation to be precisely as described, except that, by

this time, quite a crowd of soldiers, all laughing and shouting at the

Indian girl, were collected about the tree. These were silenced by the

coming of their officers, and drew aside to make way for them.

"This is a decidedly novel experience," began the colonel, as he caught

sight of a slender figure perched up in the tree, and staring down with

great, frightened eyes.

At that moment, Anstice Boyd, who had just caught a glimpse of the

girl's face, sprang forward with a little scream of recognition.

"It is Nita! my own darling Nita!" she cried. "Colonel, order these

horrid men to go away at once, and you and the others please go away,

too. She is my friend, and will come to me as soon as you are all out

of sight. I will be responsible for her, and shall take her directly to

the house, where you can see her after awhile, if you choose."

Two minutes later the men had disappeared, and the poor, brave girl,

who had determined to die rather than leave the land in which her lover

still fought for liberty, was sobbing as though her heart would break

in Anstice Boyd's arms. The latter soothed and petted her as though

she had been a little lost child, and finally led her away to her own

temporary home. Here she clad her in one of the two extra gowns she

had managed to bring from the plantation, and so transformed her in

appearance, that when, an hour later, the colonel called to inquire

after his captive, he was more amazed than ever in his eventful career,

to find her a very beautiful, shy, and stylishly dressed young lady, to

whom it was necessary that he be formally presented.

He had, in the meantime, learned her history from Boyd; and, when made

aware of the tender ties existing between her and the redoubtable young

war-chief of the Seminoles, had exclaimed:

"Ralph Boyd, your coming here with your sister was a special leading

of Divine Providence, as was the act of that brave girl in refusing to

embark for New Orleans this morning. Now, with her aid, we will end

this bloody war."

Proceeding to headquarters, he briefly explained the situation to

General Armistead, who had just succeeded General Taylor in command of

the army in Florida, and obtained his permission for the transports to

depart, leaving Nita Pacheco behind.

Upon meeting Nita in Anstice Boyd's tiny sitting-room, the colonel

chided her gently for not making herself known to him at the time of

her capture with the others of Halec Tustenugge's village.

To this she replied that she and her people had suffered so much at the

hands of white men, and been so often deceived, that they no longer

dared trust them.

"That is so sadly true, my dear girl, that it seems incredible that

a Seminole should ever trust one of us again. Still, I am going to

ask you to do that very thing. I am going to ask you to trust me, and

believe in the truth of every word I say to you as you would in that of

Coacoochee himself. If I deceive you in one word or in any particular,

may that God who is ruler of us all repay me a thousand fold for my

infamy."

Here followed a long conversation, in which the colonel outlined his

plan for obtaining an interview with Coacoochee, through the influence

of Nita, who he proposed should accompany his forthcoming expedition

to the southern interior. At its conclusion, Nita gave him a searching

look that seemed to read his very soul. Then, placing a small hand in

his, she said:

"I will go with you, I will do what I can, and I will trust you."

"Spoken like a brave girl, and one well worthy the bravest lover in all

Florida!" cried the colonel. "Now can I see the end of this war. Boyd,

I of course count on you to go with us?"

"And me?" interposed Anstice. "Don't you count on me too, colonel?

Because if you don't, neither of these people shall stir a single step

with your old expedition."

"My dear young lady," rejoined the colonel, gallantly, "the entire fate

of the proposed expedition rests with you, and I made so certain that

you would accompany us, that I have selected as my adjutant Lieutenant

Irwin--"

"That will do, sir. Not another word," interrupted the blushing girl.

"If you get into the habit of talking such nonsense I, for one, will

never believe a word you say. I don't care, though, so long as it is

settled that I am to go. Now I want you both to listen while I tell you

what Nita has just told me of all that has happened to her since she

disappeared so mysteriously from the plantation. Nita dear, I am sure

you don't want to hear it, so run up to my room, and have a good rest.

I will come just as soon as I have got rid of these men."

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