LOST AND FOUND.
The two young men slept soundly through the night. When Leslie awoke it
was broad day, and his companion was still asleep. He suffered him to
remain so until the day was well advanced. Then each felt the pangs of
hunger. Leland proposed that one should land and go in quest of food,
but Leslie answered:
"If Kent appears, it will be in the course of a few hours. We had better
wait and see what comes of patience."
Another hour of silence wore away. Leland was about to speak when Leslie
exclaimed, in a whisper:
"Hush!"
They listened intently. In a moment the steady measured dip of paddles
could be heard. Whoever was approaching had little fear or apprehension
of danger; for they came fearlessly along, and were moving with
considerable noise and swiftness.
Leland and Leslie held their breath as the sound came steadily nearer.
Not a whisper was exchanged. The former, from his position, could not
discern any object that might be passing, but the latter had a full view
of the river.
In a moment the whole force passed before Leslie's eyes. Two canoes
loaded with Indians glided past, unconscious of their proximity. Each
drew a long breath of relief; but for a considerable time neither
ventured a whisper.
"It appears to me that Indians are plenty in these parts," remarked
Leland.
"Rather more than I could wish," returned his companion.
"Confound it, it will soon be time to fire your gun, and of course the
savages will hear it."
"But for all that I shall risk it. It will not do to let Kent escape
us."
"How soon do you intend discharging your piece?"
"In an hour or so."
"Well, see here, Roland, if Kent comes, it can not be expected that he
will have any food. The report of your gun will doubtless reach the ears
of enemies as well as friends."
"I expect it will."
"And still further: if such be the case, we shall not dare to land for
fear of an encounter. We may be obliged to remain concealed for a few
days, and no means will be left to procure food during that time. Now,
what I am coming at is this: while we have an opportunity to get it, let
us do it."
"How do you propose obtaining it?"
"Easily enough. Just let me land, and I will insure you success in a
short time."
"But you have overlooked one thing."
"What is it?"
"The report of your gun will be heard as well as mine, and will be as
likely to attract the attention of any enemies in the neighborhood."
"That is true, but I can reach the boat in time."
"And although Kent is within a short distance, I shall not dare to
apprise him of our situation."
"Such appears to be the case; but you must see that it is absolutely
necessary that _some_ means should be taken to secure food."
"I admit it, and am willing that you should try."
"Hold!" exclaimed Leland, brightening up. "I have a plan. You say that
Kent, in the course of an hour or so, will probably be near enough for
you to fire. I will try and not bring down any game until that time, and
the minute you hear the report of my gun you must discharge yours. This
will have the effect that you wish, and I shall have time to reach you
before any one can come up."
"A capital idea," said Leslie. "Hearing two guns, the Indians will have
a little more fear in approaching us, than they would did they hear but
one. You deserve credit, George, for the thought."
"Remember, and wait until you hear my gun, before you fire yours,"
replied he.
"I will wait an hour, George; and then, whether I hear yours or not, I
shall discharge mine. As I said a while ago, it won't do to let Kent
escape us, and I must be sure to warn him."
"I trust that I shall encounter game before that time; but should I not,
you must do as you said. I will return upon hearing you."
"And return instantly," said Leslie, impressively. "Don't wait until the
danger is increased. Although it may seem that a few minutes will enable
you to procure abundant food, don't wait a single minute. It may cost
you your life, if you do."
"I will remember your advice. Now shove in a little nearer shore and I
will be off."
Leslie brought the boat to the bank, and Leland stepped off.
"Try and not be gone long; do not wander too far, for it will be an easy
thing to get lost in this forest. Remember that it will take you
considerable time to reach me, and if the distance be too great, an
enemy may be ahead of you. Be careful in all your movements, and be sure
to return the instant that my gun is heard."
"I will try and obey you," returned Leland. And George disappeared in
the mazes of the woods.
Leslie returned to his former position, and more to occupy his mind than
anything else, gazed out upon the broad bosom of the Ohio, as it glided
majestically along, through the dark shadows of the forest. It then
presented a far different appearance from what it does at this day. No
crowded cities then lined its banks. The flaming steamboat had not
broken its surface; the canoe, gliding noiselessly over it, was all that
gave token of the presence of man. A rude cabin erected in some lone
spot in the wilderness, like a green spot in the desert, showed the
feeble footing which he had upon the soil.
Solemnly and silently the old Ohio rolled along through its hundreds of
miles until it as solemnly and silently united with the great father of
waters.
When one has recently passed through an exciting and momentous
occurrence, and is then left completely alone, it is difficult to keep
from falling into a reverie; the subject which interests the mind most
will finally occupy it to the exclusion of everything else.
Thus it was with Roland Leslie. At first he began speculating upon the
probable success of Leland's enterprise; then upon the probability of
his arresting the attention of Kent, should he chance to be in the
vicinity. Having considered this for some time, he reflected upon the
dangers through which he had passed, and upon the likelihood of further
deliverance from them. This thought called to mind his mishap among the
rocks, and he proceeded to examine his wounds, of which, for some time,
he had entirely ceased to think. These being not very severe, as we have
shown, had failed to trouble him, and he was glad to see that they
needed no more attention.
Again left to his thoughts, they shortly wandered to Rosalind Leland.
Where was she? Was she alive, or already slain? Was there any hope of
meeting her again? Could _he_ do anything toward rescuing her from
bondage? He felt certain that she was alive, although a close prisoner,
and was confident that recovery was possible. That he determined she
_should be_ rescued, and that he should be the one that would do it, was
not strange.
Love will upset the mind of any person, and at times play the _wild_
with him. Leslie was naturally clear-headed, far-sighted and sagacious;
yet, when he permitted his ideas to dwell upon the object of his love,
they sadly misused him. At such times he was another person. He lost
sight of the obstacles and dangers which would have been apparent to any
one gifted with ordinary shrewdness; and he formed plans which, in his
sober moments, would have only excited his ridicule.
Strange as it may seem for such a person to have been guilty of such an
idea, Leslie had not pondered upon the absorbing topic for any length of
time before he deliberately came to the conclusion to rescue Rosalind in
the course of three days, to rebuild her old home, and settle down with
her for the rest of his life! Of course the savages would never disturb
him, and he should be, without doubt, the happiest mortal in existence!
He was suddenly awakened from his reverie by the faint report of
Leland's rifle. It sounded fully a mile distant, and the certainty of
his danger made him tremble with apprehension. George, as he feared, had
forgotten the warning given him, and, in the excitement, had
unconsciously wandered to a greater distance than he supposed. In all
probability he was lost, and would be obliged to seek the river and
follow it in order to find Leslie. This would require time, and he had
already exposed himself to danger by firing his gun.
Although Roland had promised to fire upon hearing Leland, yet he
forebore to do it. The difference which a half-hour would make in the
probability of Kent's hearing his own gun, would be in his favor. He
supposed that Leland, upon discharging his piece, had instantly set out
to return, and he wished to give him almost sufficient time to reach
him.
Anxiously and painfully Roland listened, with his finger upon the
trigger of his gun; and, as minute after minute wore away without a
sound reaching him, he began to hope that Leland could be at no great
distance.
A few more minutes were passed, when Roland concluded that the time for
firing his signal had arrived. It would serve to guide Leland, and, had
he not deceived himself, would reach the ears of Kent. Standing up in
the boat, he raised the gun above his head, and was already pressing the
trigger, when he paused, as he heard the sharp crack of Leland's rifle
at no great distance. He waited a few seconds, until the echo had died
away, and then discharged his own.
He remained stationary a moment, as though to permit the sound to escape
entirely from his rifle. Then, reseating himself, proceeded to reload
it. This done, he impatiently listened for a returning signal. He had
placed a great deal of reliance and hope upon that shot, and, as he now
was so soon to learn whether it had accomplished what he wished, he
could not keep down his fearful anxiety.
He was nervous, and listened with painful interest for the slightest
sound. The falling of a leaf startled him; and, at last, unable to
restrain himself, he determined again to fire his gun.
At that instant there came a crash of Leland's rifle, followed by the
maddened shouts of infuriated savages, so near that Leslie sprung to his
feet and gazed about him. Recovering himself, he stooped, and, seizing a
paddle, began shoving the boat toward shore, fully determined to afford
his friend all the assistance that lay in his power.
The boat had hardly touched, when there was a rustling in the bushes
directly before him, and the next instant Kent stood beside him.
"Quick--shove out! They are after me!" he exclaimed, springing into the
boat and grasping the oars.
"Where is George?" asked Leslie.
"They've got him, and came nigh getting me. Cuss the infernal devils!"
In a moment the two had freed themselves from the bushes. As the yells
of their enemies were heard upon the shore, they had reached the center
of the stream, and were passing swiftly downward.