CHAPTER IV

CAPTAIN WELLS OF FORT WAYNE

We tarried at the table a considerable time,--not because of any

tempting variety in the repast, as the food furnished was of the

coarsest, but for the sake of companionship, and because we discovered

much of passing interest to converse about. De Croix had travelled

widely, and had seen a great variety of life both in camp and court. He

proved a vivacious fellow, full of amusing anecdote,--a bottle of rich

wine drawn from his own private stock so stimulating his imagination

that I had little to do but sit and listen. Yet he contrived to learn

from me,--how, I hardly know, the simple story of my life, and, indeed,

assumed a certain air of patronizing superiority, boasting unduly of

his wider experience and achievements in a way that somewhat nettled

me at last, as I began to comprehend that he was merely showing off

his genteel graces the better to exhibit his contempt for my provincial

narrowness. I did not permit this really to anger me, for our views

upon such matters were totally different, and I could not help feel

admiration for the brilliant and audacious fellow.

The black waited upon us while we ate and drank, moving noiselessly

across the rough floor, so keenly observant of his master's slightest

wish as to convince me the latter possessed a temper which upon

occasion burst its bounds. Yet now he was surely in the best of humors;

and with the coming of our second bottle, after the remains of the

repast had been removed, he sang several love-songs in his native

tongue, the meaning of which I could only guess at.

"Saint Guise!" he exclaimed at last, flinging one booted foot over

the table corner. "You are a very sphinx of a fellow. You deny being

English, yet you have all the silence of that nation. I am hungry,

Monsieur, for the sweet sound of the French tongue."

"'Tis a language of which I know little," I answered, striving to

speak pleasantly, although his manner was becoming less and less to my

liking. "I have met with your _coureurs de bois_ in plenty, and picked

up sufficient of their common phrases to enable me to converse on

ordinary themes with them; yet I confess I find it difficult to follow

your speech."

_"Canaille,"_ he returned, in tone of undisguised contempt, "Canadian

half-breeds, the very offscourings of our people. _Sacre!_ but you

should know us at home, Monsieur,--we are the conquerors of the world!"

I wish I could picture to you how he said this. Simple as it now reads,

he made it vital with meaning. The insolent boast was uttered with such

a swagger that my face instantly flushed, and he noted it.

"Is it not true, Monsieur?" he asked quickly, his own blood heated

by the wine. "I tell you, the whole of Europe has trembled, and will

again, at the nod of our Napoleon. Why, even over here we had to come

with our legions to help you repel the red-coats. Saint Guise! but it

was the Frenchmen who made you a nation."

"Ay! but only that they might revenge themselves upon England," I

retorted blindly, "and the force sent merely hurried a result already

inevitable; yet we gave you a slight touch of our own quality in '98

that stung a bit, I warrant."

"Bah! a ship or two. 'Twas well for you that our army was so closely

engaged elsewhere, or the story would have a different ending."

We were both of us upon our feet by this time, glaring at each other

across the board, our faces hot with the ill-restrained passion of

youth. A word more from either would surely have precipitated matters;

but before it could be spoken the door leading into the hallway was

hurriedly flung aside, and, without apology for the intrusion, two men

strode forward into the glare of light.

"Serve supper here, Hawkins," commanded the first, his back still

turned toward us. "Anything you may chance to have in the house,--only

let there be little delay."

He was a tall, dark-featured man, smoothly shaven, as swarthy as an

Indian, with stern dark eyes, thick coarse hair, and an abrupt manner

born of long command. His companion, of lighter build and younger face,

was attired in a travel-stained uniform of blue and buff; but he who

was evidently the leader was so completely wrapped within the folds of

a riding-cloak as to reveal nothing of rank other than his unmistakable

military presence and bearing. Turning from the door, he swept a

penetrating glance over us, loosening the clasp of his cloak as he did

so.

"I regret having thoughtlessly interrupted your quarrel, gentlemen,"

he said brusquely, "but this appears to be the sole excuse for a

public-room in the place. However, my services are at your command if

they be desired in any way."

De Croix laughed, perfectly at his ease in a moment.

"'Tis scarce so serious," he explained lightly. "A mere interchange of

compliments over the respective merits of our nations in war."

The stranger looked at him intently, and with some manifest disapproval.

"And yours, no doubt, was France," he said shortly.

De Croix bowed, his hand upon his heart.

"I have worn her uniform, Monsieur."

"I thought as much, and fear my sympathies may be altogether with your

antagonist in the controversy. Yet what's the use of wasting life like

that? Surely there is fighting enough in this world of ours for such

young blades, without inventing cause for quarrel. Come, sit down once

more, and join with us in whatsoever cheer our landlord may provide."

As he spoke, he flung aside his cloak, revealing beneath merely the

well-worn dress of a frontiersman, with an army sword-belt buckled

about the waist.

"Come, Walter," he called to his companion, who remained standing,

"there is to be no touch of ceremony here to-night. Gentlemen, I am

Captain Wells, formerly of the army, now Indian agent at Fort Wayne;

and this is Sergeant Jordan."

The Frenchman bowed gracefully, and extended a card across the table.

The other glanced at it carelessly.

"Ah! De Croix; pleased to meet you. Think I heard some of our officers

speak of seeing you a month ago at Detroit,--McBain or Ramsey, I have

forgotten which."

"I recall a game of cards with a Lieutenant Ramsey, a rather choleric

Scotchman, with a magnificent capacity for strong whiskey."

The Captain turned inquiringly toward me, and I hastened to name myself.

"Wayland, did you say?" he asked, with deepened interest. "'Tis not a

common appellation, yet I once knew a Major by that name in Wayne's

command."

"My father, sir," I asserted proudly.

With quick impulsiveness he extended his hand.

"As noble a soldier as I have ever known," he exclaimed heartily. "I

served with him in two campaigns. But what are you two young fellows

doing here? for it would be hard to conceive of a more disheartening

place of residence. Surely, De Croix, you are not permanently located

in this delightful spot?"

"The saints forbid!" ejaculated the other, with an expression of horror

that caused the younger officer to smile. "Yet I have already survived

ten days of it. We seek to join some party bound westward, either to

Fort Dearborn or beyond."

The elder officer smiled gravely, as his stern eyes wandered

thoughtfully over our faces in the candle-light.

"You will scarcely find those who go beyond," he said, at last, slowly.

"That is our extreme frontier; and even this post, I hear it rumored,

is to be abandoned shortly. Indeed, I am now proceeding thither, hoping

to escort a niece safely eastward because of that very probability. I

can offer you naught save companionship and guidance upon the journey;

yet if you needs must go, you may ride with us and welcome. But 'tis my

first duty to advise you strongly against it."

"You look for trouble?" I asked, for his words and manner were grave.

"I am not one easily alarmed," he answered, scanning our faces as we

fronted him; "but I have lived long among the Indians, and know them

well. This new war with England will not pass without atrocities along

the border, and in my judgment we are now on the eve of a general

uprising of the savages. It will surely come with the first news of

British success, and 'tis the fear of reverses at Dearborn that has

hurried me westward. You, sir," and he turned toward me, "are young,

but it is evident you have been bred to the frontier, so you will

realize what it may mean to us if we be caught in the Illinois country

by such an uprising."

I bowed, deeply impressed by his earnestness.

"I have, indeed, seen something of savage warfare, and know much of its

horror," I replied stoutly. "Yet what you say of the possible future

only makes more urgent my duty to press on."

"And you?" he asked De Croix.

"Faith, Captain," was the instant reply, "it is the gentle hand of love

which leads me westward, and never yet did a true Frenchman hesitate in

such a quest because danger lurked between."

Wells smiled grimly.

"Then my conscience is left clear," he exclaimed heartily; "and if you

ride with me to death, 'tis of your own choosing. However, glad enough

we have cause to be thus to gain two more fighting men. I have a party

of Miamis travelling with me, and I doubt not there will be ample work

for all before we return. Here comes supper; let us eat, drink, and

be merry, even though to-morrow it be our fate to die. 'Tis the best

border philosophy."

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