第 3 节
作者:打倒一切      更新:2022-08-26 22:13      字数:9322
  diquas。  A fugitive could scarcely be trailed in the darkness; but the great chief would spread out his forces like a fan and follow。
  He had been running perhaps three hours when he concluded to stop in a thicket; where he lay down on the damp grass; and rested with his head under his arm。
  His breath had been coming a little faster; but his heart now resumed its regular beat。  Then he heard a soft sound; that of footsteps。  He thought at first that some wild animal was prowling near; but second thought convinced him that human beings had come。  Gazing through the thicket; he saw an Indian warrior walking among the trees; looking searchingly about him as if he were a scout。  Another; coming from a different direction; approached him; and Henry felt sure that they were of the party of Timmendiquas。  They had followed him in some manner; perhaps by chance; and it behooved Mm now to lie close。
  A third warrior joined them and they began to examine the ground。  Henry realized that it was much lighter。  Keen eyes under such a starry sky could see much; and they might strike his trail。  The fear quickly became fact。  One of the warriors; uttering a short cry; raised his head and beckoned to the others。  He had seen broken twigs or trampled grass; and Henry; knowing that it was no time to hesitate; sprang from his covert。  Two of the warriors caught a glimpse of his dusky figure and fired; the bullets cutting the leaves close to his head; but Henry ran so fast that he was lost to view in an instant。
  The boy was conscious that his position contained many elements of danger。  He was about to have another example of the tenacity and resource of the great young chief of the Wyandots; and he felt a certain anger。  He; did not wish to be disturbed in his plans; he wished to rejoin his comrades and move farther east toward the chosen lands of the Six Nations; instead; he must spend precious moments running for his life。
  Henry did not now flee toward the camp of his friends。  He was too wise; too unselfish; to bring a horde down upon them; and he curved away in a course that would take him to the south of them。  He glanced up and saw that the heavens were lightening yet more。  A thin gray color like a mist was appearing in the east。  It was the herald of day; and now the Indians would be able to find his trail。  But Henry was not afraid。  His anger over the loss of time quickly passed; and he ran swiftly on; the fall of his moccasins making scarcely any noise as be passed。
  It was no unusual incident。  Thousands of such pursuits occurred in the border life of our country; and were lost to the chronicler。  For generations they were almost a part of the daily life of the frontier; but the present; while not out of the common in itself; had; uncommon phases。  It was the most splendid type of white life in all the wilderness that fled; and the finest type of red life that followed。
  It was impossible for Henry to feel anger or hate toward Timmendiquas。  In his place he would have done what he was doing。  It was hard to give up these great woods and beautiful lakes and rivers; and the wild life that wild men lived and loved。  There was so much chivalry in the boy's nature that he could think of all these things while he fled to escape the tomahawk or the stake。
  Up came the sun。  The gray light turned to silver; and then to red and blazing gold。  A long; swelling note; the triumphant cry of the pursuing warriors; rose behind him。  Henry turned his head for one look。  He saw a group of them poised for a moment on the crest of a low hill and outlined against the broad flame in the east。  He saw their scalp locks; the rifles in their hands; and their bare chests shining bronze in the glow。  Once more he sent back his defiant cry; now in answer to theirs; and then; calling upon his reserves of strength and endurance; fled with a speed that none of the warriors had ever seen surpassed。
  Henry's flight lasted all that day; and he used every device to evade the pursuit; swinging by vines; walking along fallen logs; and wading in brooks。  He did not see the warriors again; but instinct warned him that they were yet following。  At long intervals he would rest for a quarter of an hour or so among the bushes; and at noon he ate a little of the venison that he always carried。  Three hours later he came to the river again; and swimming it he turned on his course; but kept to the southern side。  When the twilight was falling once more he sat still in dense covert for a long time。  He neither saw nor heard a sign of human presence; and he was sure now that the pursuit had failed。  Without an effort he dismissed it from his mind; ate a little more of the venison; and made his bed for the night。
  The whole day had been bright; with a light wind blowing; and the forest was dry once more。  As far as Henry could see it circled away on every side; a solid dark green; the leaves of oak and beech; maple and elm making a soft; sighing sound as they waved gently in the wind。  It told Henry of nothing but peace。  He had eluded the pursuit; hence it was no more。  This was a great; friendly forest; ready to shelter him; to soothe him; and to receive him into its arms for peaceful sleep。
  He found a place among thick trees where the leaves of last year lay deep upon the ground。  He drew up enough of them for a soft bed; because now and for the moment he was a forest sybarite。  He was wise enough to take his ease when he found it; knowing that it would pay his body to relax。
  He lay down upon the leaves; placed the rifle by his side; and spread the blanket over himself and the weapon。  The twilight was gone; and the night; dark and without stars; as he wished to see it; rolled up; fold after fold; covering and hiding everything。  He looked a little while at a breadth of inky sky showing through the leaves; and then; free from trouble or fear; he fell asleep。
  CHAPTER II
  THE MYSTERIOUS HAND
  Henry slept until a rosy light; filtering through the leaves; fell upon his face。  Then he sprang up; folded the blanket once more upon his back; and looked about him。  Nothing had come in the night to disturb him; no enemy was near; and the morning sun was bright and beautiful。  The venison was exhausted; but he bathed his face in the brook and resumed his journey; traveling with a long; swift stride that carried him at great speed。
  The boy was making for a definite point; one that he knew well; although nearly all the rest of this wilderness was strange to him。  The country here was rougher than it usually is in the great valley to the west; and as he advanced it became yet more broken; range after range of steep; stony hills; with fertile but narrow little valleys between。  He went on without hesitation for at least two hours; and then stopping under a great oak he uttered a long; whining cry; much like the howl of a wolf。
  It was not a loud note; but it was singularly penetrating; carrying far through the forest。  A sound like an echo came back; but Henry knew that instead of an echo it was a reply to his own signal。  Then he advanced boldly and swiftly and came to the edge of a snug little valley set deep among rocks and trees like a bowl。  He stopped behind the great trunk of a beech; and looked into the valley with a smile of approval。
  Four human figures were seated around a fire of smoldering coals that gave forth no smoke。  They appeared to be absorbed in some very pleasant task; and a faint odor that came to Henry's nostrils filled him with agreeable anticipations。  He stepped forward boldly and called:
  〃Jim; save that piece for me!〃
  Long Jim Hart halted in mid…air the large slice of venison that he had toasted on a stick。  Paul Cotter sprang joyfully to his feet; Silent Tom Ross merely looked up; but Shif'less Sol said:
  〃Thought Henry would be here in time for breakfast。〃
  Henry walked down in the valley; and the shiftless one regarded him keenly。
  〃I should judge; Henry Ware; that you've been hevin' a foot race;〃 he drawled。
  〃And why do you think that?〃 asked Henry。
  〃I kin see where the briars hev been rakin' across your leggins。  Reckon that wouldn't happen; 'less you was in a pow'ful hurry。〃
  〃You're right;〃 said Henry。  〃Now; Jim; you've been holding that venison in the air long enough。  Give it to me; and after I've eaten it I'll tell you all that I've been doing; and all that's been done to me。〃
  Long Jim handed him the slice。 Henry took a comfortable seat in the circle before the coals; and ate with all the appetite of a powerful human creature whose food had been more than scanty for at least two days。
  〃Take another piece;〃 said Long Jim; observing him with approval。  〃Take two pieces; take three; take the whole deer。  I always like to see a hungry man eat。  It gives him sech satisfaction that I git a kind uv taste uv it myself。〃
  Henry did not offer a word 'of explanation until his breakfast was over。  Then lie leaned back; sighing twice with deep content; and said:
  〃Boys; I've got a lot to tell。〃
  Shif'less Sol moved into an easier position on the leaves。
  〃I guess it has somethin' to do with them scratches on your leggins。〃
  〃It has;〃 continued Henry with emphasis;〃 and I want to say to you b