Blazing Arrow: A Tale of the Frontier by Edward Sylvester Ellis
CHAPTER XV.
A HAIL AND AN ANSWER.
Meanwhile Larry Murphy was not idle. He had never received a moreterrifying shock than that caused by the discovery that the signal whichhe was confident was made by Wharton Edwards came from the lips ofBlazing Arrow.
On the first thought there was but one explanation of this: his friendhad called to him and had been overheard by the Shawanoe, who instantlycaught it up, well knowing its significance, and had deceived Wharton byhis clever imitation.
This supposition, as the reader knows, was correct; but when Larry wentfurther, and decided that his comrade had fallen a victim to thetreacherous red man, the reader also knows he made a mistake.
Firm in the terrible belief for the time, he was so overcome that hesat down on a bowlder, too faint and weak to stand, until severalminutes had passed.
"This is a bad go, is this same," he mused with a deep sigh. "If theIndians had to take one, why didn't they take mesilf? They're likely todo the same--it's little I care if they do."
So extreme was his dejection, that had he known that a half dozenShawanoes were stealing upon him at that moment he would not havestirred from his position or attempted to defend himself.
This intense depression, however, could not last. All strong, ruggednatures are quick to rebound from such pressure and soon reassertthemselves. By and by he felt a grain of hope. The rifle lying acrosshis knees was clasped more firmly; he raised his head and listened; hadhe discovered the approach of a foe he would now have defended himself.
"I wish that Blazing Arrow would walk out in front of me and dare me totackle him," he muttered, gnashing his teeth. "I wonder where he is?"
He rose to his feet and peeped around in the gloom. A while before hehad shunned the chief, and counted himself fortunate because he was ableto escape a meeting. Now he would have felt doubly fortunate could hehave gained a chance to attack him.
When the Shawanoe was wanted he was somewhere else.
"I wonder," continued Larry, as hope grew stronger within him, "whetherWhart wasn't sharp enough to play the trick on Blazing Arrow that he didon mesilf? He must have heard the call, to larn how to make the same;but Whart may have give him the slip."
It was a faint hope, but it did the lad good. He had hunted so much inthe company of his friend that they had not only acquired a good deal ofwoodcraft, but were familiar with each other's ways.
Larry recalled that he had heard no gun fired since the discharge of hisweapon. It was fair to believe, therefore, that whatever the fate ofyoung Edwards might be, he had not been shot. There were other methodsof putting him out of the way, but the belief to which his friend wasrapidly bringing himself was that the one for whom he was concerned wasa prisoner of the Shawanoes.
The way to find out was to discover the camp of the red men, which mustbe pitched somewhere in the neighborhood. It will thus be seen that thelads were reasoning along the same lines, to the same conclusion.
Larry had risen from the bowlder on which he had seated himself, anddecided to move farther back in the woods in search of the camp-firethat he knew was burning there. In making the search he would have to goit blind, since there was no means of finding guidance.
But, as in more than one previous instance, he fortunately discoveredthat others were near him before he was observed. He stood motionless,peering and listening under the trees, where the gloom was so intensethat he might have brushed by a man without either seeing the other.
They were there, however, and a moment later were seen more plainly inthe moonlight, across which they passed to reach the torrent whitherthey were making their way.
Larry was surprised when he saw two Indians walking with their light,noiseless tread over the rocks. He had supposed there was but a solitarywarrior.
"I'm hoping that one of them is Blazing Arrow," was his thought.
He was resentful to that degree toward this particular Shawanoe that,despite the danger from his companion, he would have shot him down; andthere can be little question that in doing so he would have rendered aservice to humanity.
But he could not identify either of the red men in the moonlight, withtheir faces turned away from him. He saw them walk to the edge of thetorrent, where the tree lay, and then one followed the other across.
"I'd like to know the meaning of that; they must be hunting for Whart ormesilf. I'm pretty sure they won't find mesilf there, and I don't knowabout Whart. If they haven't got him already, it may take more than themto find him."
As yet he could not know whether the war party were on this or the otherside of the stream. It looked as if the couple were returning to camp.If this was so, the youth must follow them to obtain the information hewanted.
He had reached this conclusion and was about to venture out in themoonlight, when he was thrilled by the sound of the signal which hefeared he was never to hear again.
He paused and listened, afraid to reply and yet on the point of doingso.
At the proper interval the call was repeated, and then, so certain thateverything was right was he that, instead of making the proper answer,he called in a guarded undertone:
"Is that yersilf, Whart?"
"It is," was the reply of the delighted friend, and the next minute theywere together.
It was a joyous reunion, even though the shadow of great danger restedupon the two youths. Wharton Edwards and Larry Murphy had beenseparated, seemingly, with slight prospect of ever seeing each otheragain; they had gone through many perils during the preceding fewhours, and at the moment when despair had almost taken possession ofboth, they clasped hands and stood side by side.
"Are ye sure it's yersilf, Whart?" asked the elder, squeezing thefingers of his friend, who fully reciprocated the warmth of feeling.
"I'm as sure, Larry, as you are that it's you."
"Then we'll consider it settled; and how are ye?" he asked, shakingagain the hand which he had not yet released.
"I was never better, and thankful and happy to find you alive when Ifeared it was all over with you."
"The same to yersilf; and have ye suffered no harrum?"
"None at all, though matters kept moving; I dodged up the trail, and theonly Shawanoe who followed me was Blazing Arrow."
"And did he catch ye?"
"Not that I am aware of. You remember the natural clearing, a little wayout toward the block-house?"
"That I do."
"Well, when I struck that, Blazing Arrow was not far behind me. He hadmy gun and I hadn't any, so that all I could do was to run, and there heand I had the race that we missed at the settlement."
"Tell me about it," eagerly asked Larry.
"There isn't much to tell, except that I did my best, and I suppose hedid the same, Larry; I beat him badly; I must have gained fifty yards onhim."
"And is that the honest truth now, Whart?"
"It is."
"Heaven bless ye!"
And the enthusiastic fellow struck his friend a resounding whack on theshoulder.
"Sh!" warned Wharton, "we must talk low, for some of them may be nearus."
"Why didn't ye sind word to me, so that I could have stood by ye andcheered ye on and watched the sight? Wouldn't it have been a treat!"
"I would have been proud if you and the rest of our friends could havebeen there, for I did better than I thought I could."
The friends told the particulars of what had happened to each othersince their separation. Happy, indeed, were they in their reunion.
"Whart," said Larry a few minutes later, "I knowed there was somethingI'd forgot."
"What's that?"
"I'm as hungry as I can be."
"So am I, and have been for hours; I wish there was some way of gettingsupper, but I know of none. There is something else, however, that ismore important than supper."
"And what is that?"
"We must get away from here at once. We ought to have left long ago."
"I'm thinking ye're right, and I'm ready to do
"I'm not satisfied that that is the best course."
"Why not?"
"From what you have told me and what I have seen, the Shawanoes seem tobe using that to-night as a bridge. I don't know how many have come andgone over it to-day. Suppose that a party of them made up their minds tocross at the same time we do?"
"And that's what some of 'em did when I was about to try it; if me gunhadn't wobbled behind me shoulder we'd have met on the log."
"The trees grow to the bank at each end of the log, so that if these twohadn't slanted across that little, narrow space off there to the left,we wouldn't have seen them until they stepped upon the foot-bridge. WhatI mean to say, Larry, is this: we have had such good fortune that wemust not tempt Providence further by trying to cross here."
"How shall we manage it?"
"Go farther up the stream till we're well away from this place, wherethe Indians seem to be so plentiful."
"And maybe there isn't such a spot."
"There must be; there are not enough of the Shawanoes to be everywhere."
"Not that, but a place where we can cross; ye must bear in mind thatit's not me that can jump like yersilf."
"There must be some spot where the banks come close together. A streamgenerally grows narrower the nearer you approach the source."
"True, if it runs between the rocks all the way, as it does above thefalls."
There was logic in these words, and his friend could not deny it.
"I agree with you, Larry; but if the rocks disappear and the torrentwidens, then it must be so slow that we can either swim or wade it.There isn't any chance of our reaching the block-house except by thetrail, and that is on the other side."
"But what about the two that wint across a little while ago?"
"We must look out for them, and for the others, too; we are not throughwith them yet."
"I agree with ye now."