DISCOVERY AND PURSUIT
It must be confessed that both youths were thoroughly alarmed, and with
good reason. Since Braddock's defeat they had heard of the uprising of
the Indians at Nancoke, Lusher's Run, Willowbury, and several other
small settlements, and had heard of the murder of several German
families twenty-five miles to the north of Will's Creek fort, and the
murder of Lee Cass, and his wife and four children, thirty miles down
the valley. The outbreaks had not resulted from any united efforts on
the Indians part, but there was no telling how soon the different tribes
would dig up the war hatchet and descend upon all the frontier
settlements in force and simultaneously.
From the top of the hill Henry had expected to go straight home, but
this course would necessitate the crossing of a clearing quarter of a
mile in extent and such a path he now deemed unwise to take.
"If they are following us, it will be dead easy for them to spot us in
the open," he said. "We had better stick to the forest. Of course they
can follow the trail of the drag easily enough, but I hate to think of
giving up so much meat,--after we had such a journey to bring it down."
"Don't let's give it up yet," pleaded Dave. The deer was the largest he
had yet laid low, and he was correspondingly proud of the showing.
"Perhaps they aren't after us at all."
On they went, traveling as fast as their somewhat tired limbs permitted.
There was another rise to cross, beyond which was a watercourse leading
down to the rear of their homestead.
"I think I know where there is a rough raft to be found," said Henry.
"And if I can find it, we can place the deer on that and tow them home.
We may get wet, but it will be easy work and we can make quicker time
than over the ground."
"Right you are, Henry, and remember, water leaves no trail," responded
Dave.
They were soon at the side of the stream, which at this point was
several feet deep and five to ten yards wide. The banks were thickly
overhung with bushes, now, however, bare of leaves. At one spot was an
inlet and here Henry pointed out the raft he had mentioned, a crude
affair of four short logs lashed together with willow withes.
"We can pull that with ease," said Dave, as he surveyed the affair.
"Come, let us dump the deer aboard at once. We can wade along the bank
and----."
He broke off short and clutched his cousin's arm. His glance had strayed
up the stream to a bend several rods away and there he had seen the prow
of an Indian canoe and the headgear of several painted warriors.
"By ginger! More Indians!" ejaculated Henry, and both dropped flat on
top of their dead game. "How many did you see, Dave?"
"Three or four,--and there are several more!"
"Yes, and they are in their war-paint! Dave, do you know what I think?"
"That they are on the war-path? Oh, Henry, if that is so----." Dave did
not finish, but looked anxiously at his cousin.
"If that is so, it means that every homestead for miles around is in
danger. And we haven't a single soldier within fifty miles!" added the
older youth, with almost a groan.
All the while they were talking they kept their eyes on the Indians, and
they now saw the redmen come out on the stream and cross to the side
they occupied. Then of a sudden the warriors sent up a shout calculated
to strike terror to their hearts.
"They have discovered us! They are after us!" burst from Dave's lips.
"What shall we do?"
"We've got to run for it," was Henry's answer. "Hurry up, before it's
too late."
"But the deer----."
"We'll have to let them go. Come!"
Side by side they darted into the forest back of the watercourse and
made their way with all possible speed between bushes, trees and rocks.
There was no trail and neither knew exactly where he was going. Once
Dave tripped on some roots and pitched headlong, but he picked himself
up in a hurry and, panting for breath, kept on as before.
The retreat of the two young hunters came none too quick, for scarcely
had they reached the shelter of the wood when several of the Indians let
fly with their arrows, one of which almost clipped Henry's shoulder.
This fixed the situation beyond all dispute.
"They are on the war-path, or they wouldn't fire on us," said Dave. "Are
you winged?"
"No, but it was a pretty close aim. Who can they be?"
"I believe they are some of Fox Head's dirty band. If they catch us I
believe they'll kill us."
"Or keep us to torture," answered the older youth. "But they are not
going to catch us if I can help it--and I think I can."
While the two were talking they sped on and on, deeper and deeper into
the forest. Both wished to turn in the direction of home, but did not
dare do so, fearing the Indians would be waiting to head them off.
At the start the shouts of their pursuers had sounded unpleasantly close
but now they died out utterly. But whether the redskins had given up the
chase or were coming on in silence they could not tell.
"I don't think they'll give up so quick," was Henry's comment, as they
paused a few seconds to get their breath. "I reckon they've found it
doesn't pay to yell. We may get another volley of arrows before we know
it."
Once more they went on. Their course was now in a wide semi-circle,
calculated to bring them up in the clearing on the east side of their
homestead.
"We'll pass Uriah Risley's new cabin," said Dave. "It is our duty to
warn him of this danger. He isn't much of an Indian hunter, and if the
redskins come here he and his wife will be at their mercy."
Uriah Risley was an Englishman who had settled in the vicinity with his
wife several years before. When Dave was once on a trip to Annapolis
with his uncle the two had stopped at Risley's home and been agreeably
entertained. Since that time, the Englishman, having grown more
accustomed to pioneer life, had moved further westward and built himself
a cabin twice as large as that previously occupied. But though the man
was a good farmer and wood cutter, he was a poor marksman and hunter,
and both he and his wife lived in dread of large wild animals and
unfriendly Indians.
As said before, night was coming on, and under the lofty trees it was
dark. They had now to pick their way with care, for fear of falling into
some dangerous hole. Half a mile more was covered when Henry called a
halt. Dave was glad of this for he had stepped on a loose stone but a
moment before and given his ankle a nasty twist.
"I'm wondering which is the most direct road to Risley's," said the
older youth.
"I believe that is the direction," answered Dave, pointing with his
hand.
"I reckon you are right, Dave. And how far do you calculate we are from
his cabin?"
"The best part of a mile."
"I agree again. Let us take a direct course. The Indians must be far to
the rear--if they haven't given up the chase altogether."
A few minutes later they were again tearing their way through the
forest, the growth being here so thick they could scarcely pass.
Overhead a slight breeze was blowing, but they felt little of this. Far
to the westward the sun was slowly sinking behind the mountains, casting
long shadows across the tree-tops. Here and there the night birds were
tuning up, but otherwise all was as quiet as a graveyard.
The coming of night, and the gravity of their situation, made the boys
thoughtful, and for a long while not a word was spoken. Henry was
thinking of his parents and his sister and brother, and wondering if
they were yet in peril, while Dave's thoughts turned to his father, who
had said that morning that he intended to go to Will's Creek fort on
business. Was his parent at the fort, and would the soldiers there get
news of the coming Indian raid?
Both of the young hunters were thus deep in thought when Henry espied a
light directly in front of them. They had just come over a rise of
ground and found the light in a hollow between several rocks. It was an
Indian encampment, and around the blaze were seated fully a score of
warriors, smoking their long pipes, and listening to the speech being
made by a tall chief who stood in their midst.
"More Indians!" muttered Henry, and threw himself flat. "The
neighborhood seems to be full of them. Dave, this means an awful
uprising! We must get back as fast as we can and warn everybody!"
"I have seen some of those Indians before," whispered the younger youth.
"They were in the band that attacked the trading post while father came
on here. They belong to Fox Head's band and I believe that is Fox Head
himself addressing them, for he had a fox's head trailing over his
shoulder, and a fox brush among his head feathers. I'd like to shoot him
where he stands. He deserves it,--for all he has done to injure us." And
Dave gave his gun a sudden tight clutch which was very suggestive.
"No! no!" interposed his cousin. "If you dropped him the whole pack
would be on us like so many wolves. The only thing we can do is to get
away and give warning. Let us crawl back to the other side of the rise
and go around."
Without delay they started to do as Henry had advised. It was no easy
matter, for the brushwood was thick and the rocks sharp and uneven. They
had not gone a distance of fifty feet when Henry struck a loose stone
and sent it bumping down over a dozen others.
Instantly half a dozen Indians leaped to their feet and the speech of
the leading Indian came to a sudden end.
"The game is up!" cried Dave. "Let us run!" And run they did, as fast as
the darkness and the nature of the ground would permit. The Indians came
after them, calling on them to halt and then sending forth several
arrows and a gun-shot, none of which, however, took effect.
"We are in for it now!" panted Dave, as they came to a halt in a small
clearing, hedged in on all sides by rocks and dense thickets. "I'm sure
I don't know how to turn, do you?"
"If it comes to the worst, we can take a stand against these rocks,"
answered his cousin, grimly. "But, come, I think I see an opening."
He moved over to the rocks and stepped cautiously into the darkness.
There was an opening they had not noticed before, a crevice several feet
wide and both deep and long. Into this he squeezed, and Dave came after
him. They pushed forward among the dead vines, leaves and rubbish for a
distance of thirty feet, and then halted in what would have been a small
cave had it not been for the slit of an opening at the top. With bated
breath they waited, while their pursuers gradually grew closer.