Black Bill to the Rescue
"You kin fire away as soon as yer like. We've got a hold of him, and ef
he kicks we'll show who's strongest."
Tom shouted the words, and at the same time sat himself down heavily
beside Jacob, while Seth placed himself on the other side. The
manoeuvre, coupled with the frowns and grimaces of the stolid hunter,
caused a roar of laughter from those assembled round the fire. Black
Bill grinned, a grin of huge enjoyment, while Steve increased the
hilarity of the proceedings by beckoning to Jack.
"Jest draw yer shooter" he said with a dry smile. "He knows as yer ain't
over practised, and ef he sees you fingerin' the trigger pretty close to
his head he'll lay quiet, same as he's ordered. Now, the party's ready;
yer kin git in at it, mate."
Thus bidden, Bill at once proceeded with his yarn.
"Old Jacob war clean gone," he said, "and no amount of hunting would
find him. So we guessed that some of them Injun varmint had collared him
and dragged him off in the scrimmage. 'All the same, mates,' said old
man Staples, 'we'll be extry careful when we're shootin' to-night. Ef
Jacob aer been hauled away he may be able to give 'em the slip before
they kin kill him.'
"It war lucky he gave that warning. Somewhares about midnight Jacob thar
crawls back into the camp, and precious nigh gets a bullet in him. In
course the hull crowd of us was anxious to know why he'd gone, and how
he come to be able to git back. But ye've seen fer yerselves what a
critter he is fer keepin' his mouth shut when he's axed questions, and
blessed ef he'd say a word about his doin's. 'I want a man,' he says,
squatting down beside the fire, 'a man as ain't too fond of this life.
Who'll come?' Wall, I happened to be right next to him," explained Bill,
looking round at the circle of friends apologetically, as if he were
mentioning something he had need to be ashamed of. "In course I said I
war his man. I warn't over tired of life, and not now, neither, but I
kinder wanted to see what he was up to. It war sheer curiosity."
There was a murmur from the scouts, and a general shaking of heads. All
knew very well that the words were prompted by Bill's modesty.
"You was like the rest," said Tom deliberately, in a manner there was no
correcting. "Every one of them boys was game to go. Yer knew the
business was likely ter be warmish, fer Jacob had as good as said so. It
warn't curiosity--it war duty. Git on."
Bill would have gladly remonstrated with him. The words were actually on
his lips. Then he changed his mind. It was obvious to him that his
comrades had already formed their own conclusions.
"Wall, curiosity or not, I war next him, and the fust ter get a chance
of speaking. It aer curious; though there war some fifty boys in the
crowd, and all had heard Jacob sing out fer a man who wasn't too fond
of his life, every man jack of the crowd found he war in that position.
They shouted to be his man. They was too late, as I've told yer; fer,
sense I war the first ter offer, in course I was the one ter go.
"'We'll take knives and shooters, and enough grub ter last us a couple
of days,' says Jacob, when the shouting was done with; 'and then we'll
wait for them critters ter come along. They'll be here agin by two in
the mornin', and when we've let 'em see that we're lively, and askin'
for a ruction, why, they'll clear back ter their wigwams. That'll be our
time, Bill. We'll move away with them. You, mates, can look to see us
back most at any time. All depends on sarcumstances.'
"That was all we could get outer him that night," went on Bill. "He jest
sat silent, eatin' his supper, and thinking. Then he turns into his
blanket and sleeps. But at two in the mornin' he war up and lively like
the rest, and seems he was right about the Injuns. They came creeping
like snakes up the hill, and it warn't till one of our mines went off,
and gave the alarm, that we guessed that they were near. Then we took to
shooting, and precious soon sent them critters down to the plain agin.
"'Now's our time,' says Jacob. 'Aer yer ready, Bill?'
"'You bet,' I says. 'What thin?'
"'Got yer grub and thet shooter?'
"I jest nodded.
"'Then slip these over yer boots, or, better still, take 'em off and put
on these moccasins,' says Jacob, handin' over a pair he'd likely enough
taken from one of the Injuns we'd wiped out 'Now. Ready?'
"Wall, thar ain't over much talkin' from Jacob thar, as ye've seen fer
yerselves," went on Bill. "But blessed ef I didn't feel inclined ter
shake him before very long. Did he talk to our mates afore we left the
hill? Not much! Did he open that 'ere huge mouth of his once we was off?
Nary a word could I git from him, till I began ter get savage. 'Look ye
here, Jacob lad,' I says; 'you and I are pards on this here excursion,
and seems to me as things ain't equal. I'm your man, whatever happens,
but thar's maybe sarcumstances as I should understand. Yer might get
wiped out, and then whar should I be?'
"I could kinder hear the critter grinnin' to hisself in the darkness,
some hundred yards from our camp," said Bill, looking round at his
audience; "and, I tell yer, I felt jest like kickin' him. But Jacob aer
a trifle too big fer me. 'Sides, he owned up as I war in the right.
"'I'll tell yer, curious!' he said, grinnin' still. 'We're off to Hawk
Eye's camp, to that ledge whar his wigwams aer pitched, and in course
yer don't want to ask fer what we're goin'. Thar's that kid ter be
rescued. I axed fer a man as was kinder done with his life, 'cos I
didn't see much chance of gettin' outer the business. Still, I've been
thar, and got back. Two may do the same.'
"'You?' I asked, under my breath, fer yer must remember we had to be
specially quiet. 'You've been up thar on the ledge?'
"Wall, the critter allowed as he had. He'd followed them Injuns out of
our stockade after their first attack, had kinder mixed hisself up with
them, and had coolly climbed with the varmint up to the ledge. Then
he'd laid doggo in some hole he'd come across, had seen all there was
ter be seen, and had heard 'em plotting the attack which had jest taken
place.
"'What we're up to now,' he says, 'is to climb up thar agin, and wait
fer a second business same as to-night. That'll be our time to snatch
the kid and come away. In course ye'll be wonderin' why I didn't manage
that whilst I war thar. But thar's a critter on guard at the top of the
track, and a second down below. I knew I shouldn't have no chance ter
get away with the kid with them thar; fer I was bound ter raise a
ruction in their camp when I went fer the kid, and by the time I got ter
the track those two Injun varmint would have others ter help 'em. So I
says to myself that I would git back to our camp, call fer a man as was
a man, and then return to the ledge. Even with two the job'll be a
skeary one. It ain't likely to be all milk and cream.'"
Bill looked round his listening circle reflectively for a few moments.
No doubt he was passing in review those incidents which had occurred now
some years ago, and, if the truth were only known, was recalling his own
impressions, his own feelings as the risk of the undertaking became
plainly apparent to him. His audience regarded him closely with
interest, and perhaps a little impatience. Then Tom broke the silence,
and gave him encouragement.
"Gee! It war a teaser," he said. "Thar's some men as I've met who would
ha' backed out. Jacob thar was kinder asking yer to a funeral."
Bill laughed. "It war ticklish," he admitted. "As ter the funeral a man
don't think of them 'ere things when he's warmed up. I was dead keen on
gettin' the kid. There warn't no more ter be said, so Jacob led the way
fer the cliff. In course there was Injuns about, but it was dark, as
I've said, and, 'sides, we'd come away with our blankets, the same sort
of thing as used by the Injuns. With them over our heads, and the
moccasins on our feet, there wasn't much chance of being spotted. In
addition, it began ter rain, and when it rains even an Injun critter
likes ter have a covering. So guess they made tracks fer their wigwams,
and tried ter sleep off the licking we had given them. Jacob and me
found the cliff path, and scrambled up it. It war steep, steeper than a
wall in parts, whar they had fixed poles and cross pieces ter help them,
sorter ladders, which leaned right out, making yer climb like a fly. But
we didn't mind the steepness so long as the enemy wasn't anywhar's
about. And after a bit we reached the top. Even thar thar wasn't a
critter, fer I guess the rain had driven him in.
"'Them's the wigwams,' says Jacob, pointin' to somethin' that might have
been one, or may have been a piece of rock. Anyway, I took his word for
it. 'We're right on the edge of the ledge,' he whispers, 'and the hole I
located is dead straight back, as dead straight as yer kin go. Jest
remember that, ef you have ter make a run for it. Now let's get under
cover.'
"It was an old bear hole he'd found," explained Bill, "a deep cleft in
the rocks, twistin' and turnin' as it went, and runnin' into the cliff
for perhaps fifty feet. Leastwise that's what I guessed by creepin'
round and feelin' with my fingers. Jacob jest went in as far as he was
able, and then rolled himself in his blanket.
"'Reckon a man don't want to set a watch,' he said. 'Thar's never an
Injun as will dare to come in here. Most likely they think it's haunted
by a spirit, and, ef not, then thar'll be a bear, though that ain't
likely. Take a sleep, Bill, and ter-morrer we'll be fresh and lively.'
"It war a queer place ter rest in, and I don't mind admitting ter you
mates here as I was skeared. I couldn't make up my mind ter sleep fer
quite a bit, but kept creeping to the opening ter look out. And most
times thar was nothing to see. Not a star even, not a sight of the
critters as would have torn us bit by bit ter pieces ef they only could
ha' known that we was thar. But near to morning the clouds were swept
aside, and then one could see the outline of the wigwams, not forty feet
from us, with the dead ashes of the fires they had been cookin' at the
evening before jest in front of their skin shanties. While not so far
away, seeming quite close in that 'ere sorter light, was our camp, on
top of the hill, whar our pals lay. Precious little use they could ha'
been ter us ef there had been a call. It war skeary work!"
Bill passed his hand across his forehead, as if even the recollection of
his daring made him hot, while Steve and his comrades drew in a
succession of deep breaths.
"It war the riskiest thing as ever I heard of," said the former slowly
and seriously. "I 'low now that any man called upon fer sich a job had a
right ter back out. It were downright the darndest bit of foolery as
ever I come across. Yer was kinder puttin' yer heads into the open mouth
of a hungry lion, and I'm fair surprised to see yer here. It don't seem
possible that them critters could ha' missed yer, and yet--wall, I've
knowed pretty nigh as wonderful cases," he admitted after a few moments'
thought. "Them critters is queer folk. They're superstitious, ef that's
the right word fer it, and I've known 'em back away from bear holes, not
because they was afeard of the beast, but because they thought they
would be meddlin' with some spirit. Gee! I 'low as this here fix war a
teaser."
"It war," came from many quarters.
"But this here big lump of a Jacob didn't seem to think nothink of it,"
proceeded Bill, pointing a condemning finger at the huge scout, whereat
the burly fellow flushed a dusky red and fidgeted as if he had cause to
feel ashamed. "I war jest jumpin' with nerves when the morning came, and
them braves began ter sneak out from their wigwams. It war warm and
fine, and there they stood, jest without a move, staring down at our
camp on the hill, while their women bustled ter find dry wood, ter light
the fires, and ter cook the grub for their masters.
"'It makes yer hungry,' says Jacob thar. 'Jest fetch out that 'ere dried
meat of ours, and we'll have a square meal. Them critters ain't fer
talkin' till they have had their fill.'
"We sat in that 'ere cave all day long, outer sight of any of the
braves, staring at them through a chink that opened on their camp. And
it gave me a better idea, so to speak, of their ways of livin' and
eatin' and speakin' than ever I had had before, or sence, fer the matter
of that. And we warn't long in seeing that they was fairly mad with our
pals. They sat thar on the ledge, fifty of the chiefs of the various
tribes, chewin' the ends of their pipes, and fairly glarin' sparks at
our camp. And one by one the chiefs got up on their hind legs and
palavered. One wanted ter get ter work right away, another advised an
attack in force that night, a sudden retreat as ef they was scared, and
then a return to the business. Hawk Eye war cautious. Yer see, he'd been
having a fair gruelling, and he warn't so keen ter be hit harder. 'The
white man is strong,' he says, when he gets to his feet, jest as ef we
hadn't proved that already, 'but he can be beaten by craft together with
force. And when he are beaten, there are his farms, his wives, and his
children, all fer our taking.'
"Yer see," commented Bill, "Hawk Eye war an artful critter. He could see
as he had let the other tribes into a hot business, and so he told 'em
first of all of the things they would gain, not forgetting the scalps.
And in course, jest like all Injuns, the very talk of scalps made 'em
forget most everything else. Them critters has sich hate fer white men
that the mention of one aer like a red rag to 'em. Anyway, they said
they were ready to follow him, and he warn't long in coming out with his
plan.
"'We are many,' he says, 'and they are few. Yet they are so strongly
posted that my brothers are likely to suffer heavily if we attack again.
Let us lure them into the open. Consider; what are they here for? To
rescue an infant whom we have taken, and whom the squaw, who is my wife,
will cling to as if it were her own. They sit yonder on the hill
waiting, knowing that the child is here. Let us move from this post. Let
us leave a sufficient guard to hold the path to this ledge, and then, as
to-morrow morning breaks, we will muster on the plain, with men dressed
to appear as squaws, or boys will serve that purpose, with wigwam poles
slung, and appearing in every way as if we were leaving this spot for
another. Consider now, my brothers, what will happen. It is the child
these white men seek. They will follow us, thinking the infant is with
us. We will appear to ride away, as if in fear. But once they are far
enough from the hill yonder we will turn, and then----'
"I give yer my word," said Bill impressively, "it fairly made a man's
blood curdle to hear the grunts them critters give and the way their
eyes flashed. In course they was fer Hawk Eye's scheme right away, and
for the next few hours they sat talkin' it over, sharpenin' their
tomahawks, or simply looking down at our camp, doin' nothing, not movin'
so much as an eyelid, same as only Injuns kin do.
"'It aer a case of ter-night or never,' says Jacob, as evening came
along. 'That wigwam thar,' and he pointed to the nearest, 'aer Hawk
Eye's, and though we ain't never seen the kid, yet it stands ter reason
she's thar. We aer got to snatch it once it's really dark, and then one
of us has got ter get through. Bill, ye'll take the kid, I'll follow
close with my shooter. We may have the luck ter get clear of the ledge
without being discovered and afore they've found that the kid's gone. Ef
we do, then all depends on her. She may howl. That would be enough ter
finish us.'
"Believe it or not, mates, jest before it got too dark ter see, when the
light from the fires was beginning to get helpful, a squaw come out of
the wigwam that was Hawk Eye's, carryin' a kid. It war the white gal. We
was sure then that she was thar. Then the squaw walks up and down a
bit, and at last goes back to the wigwam. But she didn't stay in long.
In five minutes she war outside, tending the fire burning on the edge of
the ledge.
"'It aer the time,' says Jacob. 'Jest sit right here and wait. Ef I'm
seen, and thar ain't a chance fer me to get away, I'll chuck the kid ter
you; yer can make a run fer it.'
"He war gone afore I knew it, and I seed him creeping along beside the
rock. Reckon he reached the wigwam without a soul being the wiser, and
after that, jest when I was expecting to hear a hullabaloo, he turns up
at my elbow.
"'Here's the kid,' he says. 'Let's be gittin'. Take it, Bill.'
"It warn't the time fer talkin'. Me and Jacob thar gets our blankets
over our heads and moves out, the kid kinder tucked under one of my
arms. And outside that cleft it war plaguey light. I knew right off that
an Injun could see jest then as well almost as he would in broad day, so
it wasn't altogether a question of whether the kid made a noise or not.
And, in any case, we wasn't long afore we come bang up agin trouble.
Thar was a critter standing guard at the top of the path leading down
from the ledge."
A series of sounds, almost of groans, came from the scouts. Their
sympathy was deeply centred in the fortunes of the two comrades seated
with them, and in that of the comrades who were helping them to rescue a
child and help a distracted mother.
"There was a critter thar, war there?" growled Tom, kicking the ground.
"Yer didn't 'low----"
"I ain't never seed the varmint as could stop me ef I was minded ter
move on," declared Bill sturdily, a flush on his dark skin. "I give that
'ere critter what for. He turned as we come up ter him, looked at us
close, and then whipped out his tomahawk. Afore he could shout I give
him one with my fist full in the face."
"Ah!" There came an exclamation of relief from his mates.
"He didn't stop fallin', I reckon, till he got to the bottom of the
cliff, and when he reached ground agin, guess he warn't no more use to
Hawk Eye. But he jest made the critters down below extry lively."
"Thar was more down thar then?" asked Steve.
"Thar was a round dozen. They heard us comin', in course, but couldn't
rightly say who we was or what had happened. Yer see, their mate might
have come by an accident, and fallen from the ledge in the darkness.
They wouldn't never have known till we dropped amongst 'em ef it hadn't
been fer the kid. She yowled."
Again there came a chorus of growls from the hunters. They realized
thoroughly what that meant. If the rescued child called out, the cry
would awaken every Indian within hearing, while the chance of Bill and
Jacob reaching their friends again was almost destroyed.
"She yowled," repeated Bill solemnly, "while someone up above us on the
ledge set to shoutin'. It war a woman's voice, and we knew, in course,
that it must be Hawk Eye's squaw. Wall, within the minute the hull lot
of the critters was dancing, and we could hear 'em coming down the path
above.
"'Git behind me,' says Jacob thar, as ef he war boss of the business.
'When we're a few steps lower, jest feel about with yer feet. Thar's a
branch in the road bearin' to the left and leadin' out on to smooth
grass. Yer make along it. I'll go by the other, and give yer a start.
There it aer. Move.'
"He aer a plaguey feller, he's that short-winded," grumbled Bill. "He
jest pushed me and the kid on ter the second path and then went straight
on; fer we was near to the bottom of the cliff thar, and the road was
nearly level. And then what do yer think he did?"
"Set to at them varmint," suggested Seth fiercely.
"Run back and broke up them that was following," came from another.
"I aer seed his game. Yer git on with it, lad," said Steve. "It war a
brave thing. No, Jacob, lad, you ain't got no call ter shake yer fist,
and look as ef you'd like ter kill me. It war a brave thing. Ye'd have
done it fer nothing, though, ef the kid had given tongue again."
"He would," came warmly from Bill. "Ye've hit it fust time, Steve. Jacob
goes down the path, makin' as much clatter with his feet as he war able,
and every second or so calling out in a squeaky voice, same as ef he war
the kid. And in course it drawed every one of the critters in them parts
on ter him. I heard his shooter going in less than a minute. It war warm
work while it lasted, and I tell yer it aer luck that he come through
alive."
"Luck!" shouted Jacob, suddenly rousing himself and turning upon Bill
like a tiger. Indeed it seemed as if he were eager to draw the attention
of his comrades from himself to the dark-skinned scout who had been
yarning. "It warn't luck," he shouted, pointing at Bill. "It war
him--Bill, Black Bill, him as had the kid. Do yer think he did as I told
him? He war always a stubborn, stiff-necked sorter feller. He didn't
run. He risked the child that we'd waited and watched fer, slings her
somehow over his shoulder in his blanket, and comes right back to help
me. It warn't luck that made me get off from them critters. It war
Bill."
[Illustration: RUNNING A RISK]
Had the listeners not been so full of the yarn they would have shouted
with laughter; for the two scouts, Bill and Jacob, glared at one another
for some few seconds as if they were mortal enemies. Then Bill grinned,
kicked the fire vigorously, sending a column of sparks flying into the
air, and lay back with an air of resignation.
"Gee, how he do talk!" he cried. "Ter hear Jacob, yer would think as he
war telling the yarn. Ef yer don't mind, mate, I'll get through with it.
It war luck as saved him. I 'low as I went back to help him, 'cos no
partner could slink off and leave a mate ter them red varmint. Thar
warn't nothing in it but common duty, same as every man owes ter his
mate. With Jacob thar it warn't the same. He'd no call ter take all the
risks on his own shoulders. But, howsomever, we was both in the thick of
it, them critters coming at us all the while, and me and Jacob hopping
from rock to rock, keeping our faces to the braves, and setting our
shooters barking at them. Thar was a dozen of the Injuns down thar, and
precious soon we thinned their numbers. Then Jacob shouted out fer me
ter run with him, and sence it warn't no longer a case of leaving a pal,
why, in course I runned."
"Yer got back ter the camp without more fighting?" asked Steve.
"None worth talkin' about," came the short answer. "Thar was critters
here and thar, doing their best ter cut us off. But the darkness helped
us, and what with that and our shooters we came through ter the bottom
of the hill. And thar was Staples, with some of the boys, ter help us.
My! You should ha' seen that old man shaking Jacob's hands! Them
enemies! Gee! I'd like to see the man as would ha' dared to mention it.
They was like brothers."
"And the Indians?" asked one of the hunters. "They tried their little
game in the morning? They did their best to draw yer out into the
plains?"
"Not they," came quickly from Bill. "They was flummoxed by the loss of
the kid. It seemed to have turned their luck. They waited, I reckon, fer
the next day."
"And then?"
"We wasn't thar ter help 'em," grinned Bill. "Old man Staples was worth
a better trick. We kept our fires going precious late that night, and
when everything in and about the Injun camp war quiet, we slipped down
the hill and out on ter the plain. It warn't till two hours after dawn
as they twigged what had happened, and then every man of them rushed fer
the hosses."
"Wall?" asked Steve.
"They wasn't so nigh and handy as Hawk Eye and his men imagined. Jacob
aer an artful feller. He and a dozen of the others had rid round the end
of the gully where we reckoned the critters kept their ponies. They was
so sure that we was kept in our camp on top of the hill that they
hadn't put more than ten of the braves to guard them. Reckon Jacob and
his mates went in with their shooters, and before you could wink they
had them ponies runnin'."
"Then you got back to the ranches?" asked Tom, with something like a
sigh of relief.
"You may put it like that. Gee, how it did make Jacob thar blush when
Mrs. Rivers kissed him fer handing back the kid! Mate, you ain't got no
call ter look thunder and wuss at me. This yarn aer true. You was axing,
Tom, ef there was more business with thim Injun critters. There war.
Hawk Eye and his men war that mad at the trick we'd played 'em that they
followed in full strength, and fer a time it war nearly a case with us.
Thar was seventy whites in all; fer we had called up the other ranches,
while Hawk Eye rode with four hundred Injuns. But some of thim had had a
maulin', and we didn't sit down and let 'em forget it. We sent 'em to
the rightabout, and though I was four years longer in thim parts, thar
was never any further trouble from the varmint."
"In fact, you gave them a thumping," suggested Steve.
"It war pepper," answered Bill, smiling. "Wuss almost than we give the
Injuns to-day. Pepper aer the only word fer it."
Sleepy after their day's exciting adventure, it was not long before
silence reigned round the camp fire where Jacob and Bill had been
yarning. On the following day they pursued their way unmolested, and
presently climbed the mountain slopes of the Nevada range. Thence they
descended into California and reached at last the goal for which they
had been making. By then Seth's wound was healed, while Steve was as
active as ever.
"And here we begins ter think about minin'," he said. "Thar ain't no
more Injuns to disturb us, so it's gold from this very instant. See
here, Jack, I'll teach yer how ter look and keep yer eyes skinned, so as
ter light on likely places."