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CHAPTER II.
The Stratagem of the Trappers.
Wrra the privilege of the romancer, let us
transfer the reader to a spot some thirty miles
distant from the loeality mentioned in the
preceding chapter. It is a beautiful place, |
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running out from the original chain. Here
vegetation flourished, and the sweet breath
of nature was fresh and dewy. Trees and
flowers, and green grass, and sparkling
streams, greeted the eye,‘and the soft under-
tone of winds and waters, so like to silence
itself, rang soothingly in the ear.
Hard by a spring of clear water, which
bubbled out from under the huge trunk of a
fallen tree, a small body of men were en-
camped around the smouldering embers of
the fast-dying fire, on which they had pre-
pared their evening meal. That duty having
been dispgsed of, and their horses seen to,
they werdh after the manner of their class,
engaged in a talk. The subject, too, which
claimed their attention, was one of more im-
portance than mere calculations as to peltries,
or the ordinary run of camp-fire stories.
“T tell you,” said one, the youngest, appa-
rently, of the company, “I tell you that’s the
trail of a party of Blackfeet, on the ae ee
at
feather comé out of the top-knot of a chief,
with his battle fixins on. That track’s deep,
and cut up enough to show a large band,
even if itisnarrer. So I tell yer, Bill Ste-
vens, as my idear, that we'd better be movin’
toward head quarters, ’stead of loungin’
about here to-night. I ain’t afeard for our-
selves, but it’s a duty, an’ Wavin’ Plume an’
Howell are alone in camp, and might get cir-
cumyented. They ain’t up to all the Injin
dodges yet, an’ ef the red-skins get that ere
cabin, there’s all our pelts gone, slap.”
“Bah!” contemptuously remarked the man
addressed as Bill Stevens, “I ain’t goin’ ‘to
admit it’s a war-party ; but ef it war, I’d back
Charley Arden’s long head agin ’em all.
I'll allow we'd better be gettin’ out 0’ this,
but the cabin ain’t in no danger yet a while.”
_“T don’t know,” chimed in another. | “It’s
nigh onto fifteen year since I first crossed this
here region, and I calkerlate that them re-
sembles Injins tracks, an’ made by a crowd
it "ud be cussed onhandy fur us to meet.
They’re bent on mischief, an’ we'd better outen
the fire and make a clean break, fur we can’t
" how many of ’em may be about.”
The Biting Fox is right,” said a voice
which seemed to come from their very
midst. : :
Instantly thesshole party leaped to their
Sete NOUR th surprise pictured on their
‘Teces, gazed in the direction from which the
viice proceeded. Right by their fire stood a
nan, tall of stature, and apparently of the
Gow nation. In full war-paint he stood,
laning on his rifle, and gazing intently upon |
tle hunters.
dangerous to their safety, for Biting Fox,
the speaker, had incautiously let his voice
rise to a very loud whisper. on te aie
Antonio expressed his opinion on the
tion of what’s to be done, by admonishir
silence. wilt , ;
“Bf we were squaws, who talk, we might
be in danger; but, we are men, who fighy
and do not talk. Antonio will creep up to
their camp, and hear what they, say.”
No dissenting voice was raised to this pro-
position, and he departed with that quick and
stealthy step, for which the aborigines of our
country have been so noted. So weird-like
was his motion, that he seemed like a ghost
flitting through the trees. Whep he reached
the edge of the copse, he disappeared en-
tirely,
When the scout had crept up within hear-
ing distance of the encampment, he redoubled
his caution. Advancing like a serpent, he
felt well around before he drew his body for-
ward, fearful that somethi®g might lie in his
path, which,. giving forth a sound, might
herald his approach. Long practice in this
kind of work, enabled him to advance noise-
lessly to within a few yards of the nearest
group, where, sheltered by the already men-
tioned trunk of the fallen tree, he could easily
understand their conversation. The halt was
a temporary one, but a number of the braves,
tired by their long journey, had sunk to sleep,
only four or five, apparently, being yet awake.
These, engaged in a conversation as earnest
as would be consistent with their savage dig-
nity, were stationed nearest to the cover
which concealed the hunters. All of them |
appeared to be chiefs of some importance,
ntonio remained in, his position, near &
=. of an hour; then, having learned
ti things which he wished to know,
sought to retrace, unobserved, his steps. This
he succeeded in doing, and, just as the hunt-
ers were becoming anxious, on account of
his prolonged absence, he stood in their
midst.
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“ Antonio was right. The white chiefand
the young squaw, his daughter, are prisoners.
Those who have the two, followed another
trail, but they will meet each other at the
eat crossing of the Yellowstone River.
Wiese, at the spring, have the scalp of the
Crow at their girdle, and the Prairie Wolf
would fight them for revenge.”
“his ar a nice piece o’ business. Here we
ar, cooped up, an’ every minute wasted. Ef
them Injuns don’t leave afore mornin’, there
won’t be no time left to help the Major, an’
he’ll have to go under, sure,” muttered Bill
Stevens, while Biting Fox seemed to coincide
in the opinion. As for the leader, he thought
more than he said, being a man of few words,
while the half-breed stood gloomily apart,
leaning upon his rifle, and moodily meditat-
ace scheme of revenge.
he time wore slowly on; an hour or so
would have to elapse before the period fixed
by the savages for their departure. So taken
up with other matters had they been, that
none of the party thought to ask Antonio
whether he had heard any remarks concern-
ing their presence at the spring. Now, when
the question was asked, he was so self-ab-
sorbed, that he did not at once hear it; but,
when it was repeated, he answered:
“' The Blackfeet have scented the presence
of the pale-face, and have looked up the
trail. They think the white hunters have
gone in a path which leads to the encamp-
ments of the Crows, and they say they may
fall in with the rest of their brethren: But
Talmkah, the great brave, is with them;
he is not easily deceived. He may lead them
to this hiding place, if he takes the time; let
the white men keep watch, lest they be sur-
prised.”
Even as the half-breed was speaking, the
four Indians in council raised themselves
from the ground, swiftly wending their way
to the spring. Standing there for amoment,
they cautiously set out on the trail which
had been made.“ As the form of the last
brave was lost to view, Ned Hawkins whis-
pered, in a meaning tone >
“We're in fur it now, boys! Yer can’t
blind old Eagle-eye, nor yer can’t run away.
Ivll be a fightin’ matter, an’ it ar a blessin’
that half them varmints ar sleepin’. Don’t
fire onless they’re ark atop of you, or gin
the yell. Then fight like grizzly b’ars er cat-
amounts: Ef yer don’t, yer har will be riz,
sure.”
The conjecture that the false trail would
not blind the eye of Talmkah, very soon
proved to be true. Perhaps any of the other
braves would have been satisfied at losin
the trail in the distance; but he, revengefil
and war-like—two traits which, combined
with great personal courage, are not dften
found in the same character—knew that the
band was but small, and was willing to carry
home scalps of the white man, even though
it should be at the risk of meeting their un-
erring rifles. In the course of ten or fifteen
minutes the whole party returned, and, throw-
ing themselves down as before, appeared to
be cogitating on their want of success.
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FREE TRAPPERS’ PASS.
“TI do b’lieve, jake they’re off the track.
If so we kin lay still for an hour or so, an’
then they'll move off. What do you think,
Prairie Wolf?” queried Biting Fox.
He, thus addressed, quietly shook his head
for an answer, making a gesture indicative
of doubt.
“Yer in doubt. Now, I allows it ar a
doubtful subject, an’ ef—hillo! Fire an’ yer
a dead Injin!” whispered he, in a stern, low
voice, at the same time bringing his rifle in ‘
line with the heart of Antonio, who, regard-
less of their dangerous position, was aiming
in the direction of the Blackfoot camp.
The movement and address of Biting Fox
recalled him to his senses, and, carefully let-
ting fall the muzzle of his gam, he pointed to
a dark object, dimly to be seen creeping
slowly along toward the thicket, and, in a
voice even lower than he had formerly used,
he whispered:
“That is Talmkah.”
With a sagacity all their own, the Indians
had diyined that the whites had taken refuge
in the thicket. Moreover, it was patent that
from the care which they had exercised, and
the time occupied in the movement, that they
did so with the intention of watching them
—perhaps of making an attack if a favorable
moment presented itself. The wary Talm-
kah, fearful, perhaps, of a feint and an ambus-
cade, would not allow an onset to be made by
his men, unless with overwhelming numbers
on their side, Controlling their emotions he
bade them remain silent, and apparently un-
concerned, until he should return from a re-
connoisance, e4i
Delicate as was the feat of crawling upto
a hostile camp when the enemy were watch- |
ing all movements in front of them, the chief
might have succeeded had not.the keen eye
of Antonio, kindled up with _fire of re-
venge, now that his mortal foe’ were near,
been fixed upon him. A moment after he
had been pointed out, he was again invisible.
The half-breed turned to the hunters. ¢
“Prairie Wolf will go fall upon Talmkah.
If he can meet him the chief shall die, and
know not the hand that struck him. If it
fails, let the white men ride straight through
the camp, and they will escape. Fear not
for Antonio—he can take care of himself.
If the great braves of the Crows and the
white trappers do not rescue theeprisonens ... »
before, we will meet at the Great Crossing.”
Before nay could be said, he was gone.
Five minutes passed as an age, and there was
heard a wild, fierce yell; two figures arose
from the ground, then fell again, writhing to-
ether in a desperate, deadly encounter.
uick as thought the score of warriors were
on their feet, and rushing toward their
horses. As they rose, five steeds, with their
five riders close clinging, charged madly out
of the thicket, and bore down upon the con-
fused mass. With a volley from their fire-arms,
the horsemen dashed through them, and sey-
eral of the savages fell. Before the Indians
could bring their arms to bear, they were
comparatively useless, for the whites were
out of range, i
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LOOKING FOR THE TRAIL.
3 A ery from the throat of Antonio brought
; them to their senses. The grasp of Talmkah
% had slipped, and his antagonist drove home
his knife. Then a piercing whistle rang out,
d so shrill and loud that Ned Hawkins, at the
r distance of a quarter of a mile, turned in his
saddle. As the last sound of the note died
e away from the shrubbery, with crash and
a tear, came a coal-black mustang, dashing for
ig the spot where the single combat had taken
O place. Then Antonio separated from his
i- antagonist, and threw himself upon his horse.
iS One more cry of exultation, and he rode
recklessly oyer the plain, coal-black mustang
bs and stott-limbea brave vanishing from sight
* of both friend and foe. ;
a “Enybody hurt ?” was the first.query, after
1S the trappers were out of gun-shot. .
: ““ Nary one,” said Bill Stevens.
d, “ Blessin’s don’t come single-handed. Got
out o’ the durned scrape easier than T 'spected.
An’ the half-breed, who ar clar grit, ’cordin’
i to all appearances, ll save his scalp, too.
ge .Meanwhile, what are we to do? stay here,
a strike for head quarters ef foller em on ?”
a “ Why, jest wait till they git a leetle start,
“y an’ then tuck on ahindt.'“Ef they warn’t to
on meet the rest ata ’pinted tine, they would be
ole after ‘pitchin’ in; an’ ef it wan’t that Robison
mp an’ his darter ar pris’ners, that'd be jist my
es game, too. Keep out o’ sight; we may do
by ! some good, yit.”
ers Here Gus Woods, another of the party,
he whom we have not heretofore introduced by
in name, took part in the council.
ae “We know that the two parties are going
- to meet—this one and the one which has the
o prisoners. It will not do us much good to
‘ef follow these when we have nothing to do
ae. with them. Is not that so, Ned?”
oy 8 “Yaas.”
sn “Well then, if they are to meet at the
“te river, and if we knew whereabouts, we can
ime tell pretty near which way the other party
ble. will be likely to travel. If nothing happens
Be they will get there first, and can’t we come
coe W. with them before these form a junction?
and ouldn’t we be doing more good to the
if it Major by acting in that way ?”
ugh ‘“Yaas,”
not “Then what I want to say is this. B
self. judging of thg distance these have traveled,
ros can tell vhere the othersiare. Whenever
NTS «we have done that, let’s make a bee-line for
ng. -. the spot. Twenty miles traveling to-night
one. will put us right across their trail, Our
was horses are in good condition now, and we
TORS “can fight them at once, if we see a good
z to- chance, or we can skirmish with and detain
ater. them until we do.” ;
vere The mind of a vyageur is like a steel trap.
heir : When an idea once gets in it, it closes tight,
their =@ and holds it there.
rout “Yer right,” was the response of all.
con- A . A little conversation, a few questions’as to
ms, _ route and distance, and then, with a hardy as-
aoe surance, the hunters struck across the broad
lians prairie. Now along its level surface, now
were through thin belts of timber, or clumps of
bushes; again over undulating mounds and
through the beds of numberless summer
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streams which lay in their way, they cease-
lessly pursued their course. Every sign
which lay in their way was instinctively noted
as they flitted by, and, by long practice, they
could see far around them. f
For several hours they traveled on, until
.the moon seemed nearly ready to sink behind
the mountains, which lay off and away to
the west. Noticing this, Biting Fox partly
drew rein, and remarked :
“T should calkerlate that it war time, nigh
about, to stop. We haven’t so yery many
more miles ahead, an’ ef we should happen
to cross the trail too soon, we don’t do any
good, an’ mebbe a sight o’ bad. The hosses
ara leetle blowed; -here’s a good place to
rest ’em, so I’m in fur holdin’ up.”
“All right,” responded Hawkins, and the
party halted. ,
As they did so the moon dropped quietly
behind a black cloud, and, for a few moments,
they were left in nearly total darkness.
CHAPTER III.
The Captives.—Friends on the Alert.
Weantny passed the day to the captives;
when night came down there seemed no sign
of cessation from the toilsome march. On,
still on, the column kept its way, until it was
only an hour or so befare midnight, that the
savages gave signs that their resting-place
was nigh. Then some of the younger braves
began to stretch their wearied limbs, while
Rutter glanced eagerly around, striving,
through the darkness, to see the various land-
marks with which he was familiar. Though
the renegade had said but little during the
afternoon and evening, yet he ever rode near
to the prisoners, keeping a watchful eye upon
them. Now, as they came toa huge boulder,
around which they were compelled to make
a circuit, he ventured to inform the Major
that they were near the end of the day’s
journey, and that they would soon encamp
for the night.
This intelligence, welcome as it was, elicited
no remark from the captives; but, had there
been sufficient light to observe the face of
Adele, Rutter could not but have noticed
that she considered it a gratifying piece of
intelligence. She had been compelled to
take a seat behind a grim-looking brave,
who, though he handled her tenderly enough,
nevertheless had but little seuibeathy for his
fair companion. The journey had not been
accomplished at a snail’s pace, and little com-
passion was shown to the weary pale-faces. _
_ At length the foremost of the file of war-
riors uttered a not unmusical grunt,expressive
alike of satisfaction and intelligence. They
were in a small timbered bottom, admirably
suited for an encampment. It was toward
this spot they had’been aiming, through their
hurried march.
Thomas Rutter, however, was not the first
man to take advantage of the location.
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the spot for some time, and the lodges which
they had occupied were standing in a good
state of preservation. One of the best of these
Rutter immediately set apart for the recep-
tion of the captives. Two other huts re-
mained, rather Jarger in size, though hardly
as well constructed, These were made the
headquarters of the chiefs; the braves were
compelled to take up with beds on the bare
ground, the sky their only roof.
After these dispositions: had been made,
Rutter sought out one of the older chiefs, and
held an earnest consultation with him.
During the course of the conversation, glanc-
es were more than once cast towards the
hut, and then across the dimly lighted
prairie. Pursuit was évidently feared, and
the white man was asking the opinion of the
chief, whether it would be safe, under the cir-
cumstances, to build a small fire. For some
reason, best known to themselves, it was’ im-
portant that the Major and his daughter
should be brought, safe and sound, to the land
of the Blackfeet, and in order that this might
be done, Rutter insisted that they should have
some refreshment after eight hours travel with-
out rest or food.
“The white brave may do as he pleases,”
was the response of the red-man “If he
fears only the Crows, he may do so, But it is
not they that we need fear; the white captive,
when he came to our hunting-grounds,
brought men with him to protecthim. They
have eyes like the hawk and noses like the
vulture. When they find that their friend. is
= they will follow on the trail. Biting
‘ox and his friends can strike before they are
seen. :
“ Yer partly right thar, but I don’t keer fur
Biting Fox. Thar ara leetle matter atween
us as’ll hey to be rubbed out the first time
we meet, an’ the sooner that time comes the
better. I guess we kin risk a leetle fire ef we
keep her shaded. An Ipjun mout see her here,
but a white man can’t.” %
The brave made no reply to this, and soon
a thin column of smoke, arising from the
centre of the encampment. announced that
Rutter had settled the question in accordance
with his own wishes. ‘There was something
about this man, which was by no means easy
to understand. That he was a renegade, and
‘that he had played a conspicuous part in the
capture of Robison, was evident. That,
unlike most persons of his class, he had yet
a heart for his own people, numerous little
acts, insignificant in themselves, clearly told.
That he had from the first kept on a stiff
upper lip before the Major was true, but he
had so arranged matters that their captivity
was by far less irksome than it might have
been. It was through his influence that the
savages showed more respect for him and his
daughter than was their usual wont to their
‘prisoners. .
Now, when Rutter entered the cabin, bear-
ing a meal, plain, of course, and such as
western men and western women are obliged
to be content with, but abundant and sub-
stantial, there was actually an expression of
benevolence on his countenance.
It is supposed by some that sorrow destroys
the appetite. If such be the case, then were
the prisoners not at grief’s lowest depth, for
they did ample justice to the renegade’s pre-
parations. Perhaps it was this that so far
softened Robison’s heart.as to enable him to
speak to the man before him,
“Perhaps Rutter,” said he, “you can tell
me what this thing is going to endia. You
know well enough that I never had any diffi-
culty with the tribe of which you are now, I
suppose,a member. If every white man had
treated the Indians in as fair a manner as I
have, there would, or ought to be,a more
friendly relation existing between the two
races. I never was really in your region but
once; and then the only harm done was
shooting a deer or two and a grizzly.
tangled bushes, from the midst of which,”
solemn and serene, rose the three trees. , j
It was somewhat difficult to penetrate
through the interlaced shrubs and saplings,
but at last it was done, and then they found,
as they expected, the lodge of the half-breed. _
This man, who had sworn yengeance against
the whole tribe of Blackfeet, seemed to have
his lairs everywhere. This whole region of —
country—a sort of neutral ground—he was_
thoroughly acquainted with, and never was |
he at a loss for a safecamp. This hut was
rough, but stoutly built, one in which he
had, doubtless, spent many days, and prom-
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the two soon stretched themselves upon their
blankets, bound for a short journey to the
land of dreams.
The day was just breaking, the rising sun
rapidly clearing away the clouds which re-
mained after the outpouring of the previous
night. Archer muttered uneasily, moved
from side to side, and finally opened his eyes.
At first he was somewhat confused. Every-
thing around him was perfectly new and
strange. The sound of a steady “drip, drip,”
caused him to.turn his head to one side,
There lay John Howell, asleep and snoring,
while, from an interstice in the roof above,
drop by drop, came the water. During the
storm it must have come down in a stream,
for their blanket was most thoroughly satu-
rated. Waving Plume smiled. ith that
smile the state of semi-unconsciousnes passed
away, and the recollections of the previous
day came thronging back upon him. Spring-
ing-to his feet, he shook the sleeping trapper,
shouting :
“Wake up, John, wake up! We have a
long journey before us!”
he sleeper did not take time to think
twice before he arose. He heard the words,
“come on,” and accordingly throwing his
blanket to one side, he leaped to his feet, ex-
claiming :
“Whar’s the hosses ?”
“True enough, they must be looked to.”
I trust, though, that they are all right and
near at hand.”
The two moved to the door. They found
the animals all right ; nothing was in sight to
hinder their journey. In less than half an
hour, Howell leading, the two were on the
march toward the Yellowstone.
Tt was near four o’clock, in the afternoon,
when a party of six men, clad in the rough gar-
ments of trappers, and under the guidance of
the redoutable Ned Hawkins, pushed their
jaded horses resolutely into the Yellowstone
River ; now swollen, by the rain of the pre-
vious ment, to a very respectable stream.
They did not cross at the regular fording-
place—so frequently used as to have received
the specific name of “the Great Crossing ;’
but, fearful that if they did, their trail would
be observed by those fram whom they wished
it to be conce Jed—the six struck the stream
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Hawkins led his little command into the
thick clump of oziers, and then, without say-
ing a word, threw himself from his horse, his
companions following his example. Scarce
ten minutes from the time, when the last man
disappeared, two other men might have been
seen urging their steeds in the same direction.
Hawkins, ever watchful, had observed them
when they were at least a quarter of a mile
away. The trail, recent and plain, had at-
tracted their attention, and one of the two
had dismounted from his horse to examine it.
Presently his cap was seen to fly into the air,
and he waved his hand, as though he had
made a pleasing discovery ; then he remount-
ed, and, with his comrade following close by
his side, pressed upon the trail, bearin:
straight for the river, and the clump of
oziers. ‘:
“Sure as death, thar comes Wavin’ Plume
and Jack Howell. Ithort they'd be makin’
in this direction ’fore long ;’ murmured Ned
to his friends, who were engaged in scrutin-,
izing the strangers. “
“hey’r welcome as fair weather! ‘The
more the merrier; and if afew more on us ©
turns up we kin jist walk off the Major with-
out sayin’ by yer leave.”
Ten minutes more brought Night Hawk
and his friend into the centre of the little
circle, which stood waiting to receive them. A
hearty welcome greeted them, and then oneof
the men asked:
“How did you come to follow us here?
‘You must have made a straight shot to make
such a centre hit.”
“T cannot say,that it was through our own
peculiar sagacity ;” said Waving Plume... “A
ghost, specter, wizzard or something of that
kind, but looking, however, like an Indian,
stumbled upon us while we were roving about
last night, and ordered us to be at the Great
Crossing before nightfall of to-day. Knowin
no other place of that name, my friend an
I journeyed in this direction, and here we
are.”
“Tn course you heard about the misfortin’
of the Major?”
“Most assuredly we did, else you would not
have found us deserting our post. Jack was
at. the Major’s when the capture took place,
and it was a pretty close thing about his ,
escape. As soon as possible after hearing the
news, I got ready for the trail, and here we are,
ready to do or die. But how did yow hear
that he was captured—I suppose that it was
through Hugh, here ?”
“You are out thar. It was the same Injun
or half-breed that sent you here. We stum-
‘bled upon Hugh last night in purty much the
same way as you did on Antonio. That is,
we were standin’ still an’ he come up to us.”
As the men were wearied by their long
march, and the foe might come at any mo-
ment, Hawkins ordered that supper should
be eaten, and though the fare was rather
scant, yet such as it was, it was eagerly dis-
cussed.
In a cloudless sky the sun»set, round and
red, its gleams shimmering on the waves of the
turgid river. A cool, soft wind was blowing,
lifting the low hanging branches of the sma
willows, but not at all disclosing the forms of
the eight white men.who lay concealed behind
them. All were anxiously looking for the
arrival of Antonio and his followers, and
fearing lest he might have been misled, and.
the Blackfeet have taken another rout. This
state of suspense did not last long; not half
an hour from the disappearance of old sol,
the ready eye of Bill Stevens discovered,
through the deepening twilight, a line of
horsemen, rapidly approaching by nearly the
same route as he and his comrades had come,
a few hours previously.
Almost atthe sameinstant, Waving Plume’s
eye rested on the same object. ‘Here they
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come,” whispered he. “Is it friend or foe,
Ned ?”
“ Could hardly tell at this distance. Mout
be mistaken, as the half-breed mought be
commin’ with twenty or thirty of the Crows.
Rather of the opinion, though, that its Black-
‘feet; if so, get ready your shootin’ irons, and
loosen yer knives. ell have one pelt at ’em
anyhow.” °
‘ive minutes more and the train were within
a few hundred yards of the river—there could
be no doubt now but that they were the anx-
iously expected enemy. The moon had not
yet risen, but by the starlight their numbers
could be easily counted, and it was observed
that there were two persons with them, who
were evidently white—a man and a woman.
It, was with difficulty that the cheers, which
rose to the lips of the men, on recognizing the
Major, could be repressed. “It will never do
to attack them before they haye crossed ;” said
Hugh Robison. “If we do, the chances are
that they run without firing a shot, and if
they do, good care will be taken that the
prisoners are not left behind.”
“That’s so, Hugh!’ replied Hawkins.
“ Just wait till they hey crossed over, and are
mounting the bank—then pick your marks,
and let drive. Be careful you don’t hit the
prisoners, though, and sallying out on the red
varments, kinder take em by surprise. We
may ring through without trouble, and then
agin we mayn’t ; but you ain’t the boys to be
scared at the prospects of gittin’ a few hard
knocks in a scrimmage, and remember, you'r
fightin’ to rescue yer best friends.”
This was the speech of the Captain to his
army, and its effect was as great as though he
had harangued them for an hour; the men
looked at their weapons, and then to the
leader of the Indian file, who had ridden his
horse into the river.
Several minutes passed, of intense interest
to those ambushed, until the last of the horse-’
men reached the river bank, and began its
ascent. It had been conjectured that the
party might stop, for a while, at least, at this
spot, but they gave no indications of any such
purpose.
_ With a low-whispered “fire!’ Ned Haw-
Kins raised his rifle to his shoulder—the six
followed his motion—then came a sin le,
toud, clear-ringing crack, and three of the
dians were seen to drop from their saddles,
while two or three others swayed violently in
their seats.
~The red-men, though for the moment
panic-stricken, inyoluntarily closed around
their prisoners—but, before they could decide
from whence came the shots, the white men
-were upon them. With fierce yells and clear
ringing shouts, the little band precipitated
themselves upon the sayages, striking home
with clubbed rifles and keen-edged toma-
hawks, Then ensued a hand-to-hand en-
counter, the chances of which seemed, for a
while, to be most evenly balanced, though the
odds were so greatly against the white men.
Bringing down the stock of his rifle upon
the head of the first Indian he met, Waving
Plume began to breast his way toward the
it from a blow, he caught the bridle of Adele’s
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FREE TRAPPERS’ PASS.
prisoners, Hawkins and his men following
close behind—by his side Hugh Robison.
‘Words cannot describe the scene. The horses,
catching the spirit of their riders, begun to
rear and plunge, the whole mass knitting and
entwining itself in wild confusion.
''The hand of Waving Plume was already
on the bridle of Adele, when Tom Rutter
pushed his horse between the two. The
young man made a quick pass at the head of ©
the renegade, but the blow was guarded off
by the latter, who threw up the stock of his |
rifle in time to catch it. Then, that weapon
being dropped, the bright-bladed knife of the
recreant flashed from its sheath. Quick
passes were made, and as quickly guarded, ©
but already had a glancing blow drawn blood ,
from the head of Tom Rutter, when a cheer
was heard from the whites, followed by a yell
from the Blackfeet. The mass swayed to and —
fro more violently for a few moments, then —
the conflict was over. Bursting away in a
body, the Indians fied. With one look, Rut-
ter comprehended the state of affairs, and,
throwing his left arm over his face, to guard ©
horse in his right hand, struck spurs into his.
horse’s sides, and bounded off after his fleeing
friends.
The Indian who had been specially ap-
pointed to guard Adele had fallen from his
seat, struck dead by a chance shot, and the
half-fainting girl, though unconstrained, un:
consciously clung tightly to the saddle, totally
disregarding the cry of Waving Plume to
throw herself off. :
One of the prisoners was rescued—the
other was not. The trappers’ work was but
half done. Ten Indians lay dead on the
plain, and a number of those who escaped °
had received serious wounds, while none of
the whites had been killed. Bill Stevens had
received a severe cut on his shoulder, and a
blow on his head, but neither wound was
mortal; and, though the rest had not all
passed through the struggle unscathed, yet
they were as fit for fighting as when they first -
entered into the conflict.
The cords which bound the limbs of Major
Robison were speedily cut, and his ex:
clamation, upon being loosed, was :
“My daughter !”
of Hawkins; “but we will rescue her
‘night or die!”
ain promises those, which are easier
made than kept. When hot the iron, then
strike, nor waita moment! Cool heads some- }
times will err, and rashness belongs to all. _
Thinking their object had been accomplished, —
the Indians had not been pursued by the
trappers, and now neither the men nor the —
horses were in a fit condition to follow, even —
though but a few seconds had elapsed. Bill
Stevens was almost fainting from his wound,
so that he was in no condition for a Tide,
while the left arm of Biting Fox hung pow-
erless by his side.
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pissciag his eye over those who stood aro’
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This question was not to be easily answer-
ed, for that personage was nowhere to be
seen.
“He must a’followed ’em,” replied some
one; and this was all that could be said of
him.
Lost in the distance, a single man among
a score, he had followed the Blackfeet, deter-
mined to rescue the Major’s daughter or die.
Thinking of this put new iron into the strong
arms of the trappers ; the detérmination that
the corféultors came to can be guessed. Pur-
suit, stern—not ceasing till the aim was ac-
complished, eyen though it led them into
their very villages,
Bill Stevens, much against his wishes, was
left behind, and Major Robison was to take
his rifle, as he was unarmed; it would be of
no use to Steyens—it was a weapon to be de-
pended upon—and one of the guns of the
fallen foe would serve all the purposes for
which the wounded trapper would wish to
use it.
When, at the expiration of ten minutes,
the little band rode away in quest of Tom
Rutter and his savage auxiliaries, it was with
a cheer, and a firm knitting of the muscles
of the brow, which told of stern resolution
and untiring determination. Though the
light was but uncertain, yet, so broad and
deep was the trail, that it was easily to be
followed, and the seven kept on at the best rate
of speed that could be gotten out of their
horses. J
Seconds glided into minutes, minutes length-
ened into hours, the moon rode high up in’
the heavens, and the night trod hard upon
the heels of day, but still there came no sight
of the fugitives.
When the renegade, perceiving that all
hope of victory had fled, suddenly broke
away from Waving Plume, he did not follow
directly in the wake of his companions, but
took a course more to the west. He was
mounted on a horse of extraordinary speed
and endurance, and, had he been alone, would
have felt but little doubt of beiig able to dis-
tance those behind him. With his hand
firmly grasping the bridle-rein of Adele’s
steed, he pushed on, undismayed by the
sound “se footsteps which he heard hard in
vVake, aC
Pons? I~ “he sitite"O£ semi-unconsciousness was but
T to-" gradually leaving Miss Robison. The yells
. and groans no longer existed in reality ; but
asier their echoes were still ringing in her cars, and,
then with a shudder, she glanced around, half ex-
ome- — —pecting to see the mangled bodies of the
o all. ‘wailing crew. The painted savages had dis-
shed, —_ appeared; the sound of battle had died away.
y the The cold, white moon, looked kindly down
r the into her face, voicelessly encouraging her.
even —_ All over the wide prairie she could see naught
Bill of mortal form save the renegade—his face
und, _ horrible to look at, smeared with gore, stern,
ride, _ unyielding, pitiless—as he galloped on at her
pow- side. The cool night wind fanned her cheek,
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and, while it tossed the mane of her gallant
Steed, it brought to her ear the sound of
horse’s hoofs, rapidly following. As she turn-
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ed to give a look behind her, Rutter’ stared
her full in the face. Slowly drawing a pistol,
he spoke, with desperate calmness :
“One word. I swore to the chiefs of the
tribe that I’d bring you there, and by heavens
Tl do it, dead or alive. Make one scream,
one moye—do any thing but sit quietly on
your horse—and Pll blow yer brains out that
minute. I never miss my aim.” eh:
Adele answered not a syllable, only bowing
her head. She might, indeed, have thrown
herself from the horse, but that would have
been self-destruction, so she clung firmly’ to ~
her saddle, while the ground seemed to slip
from under her.
The nature of the ground over which they |
were passing was beginning to change. _ In-
stead of the smooth, level turf, the surface
was diversified with rocks and hillocks, while
in the distance a spur of high hills, jutting
out from the mountains, lay across their path-
way.
Though the steeds seemed beginning to feel
the effects of the pace, Rutter did not slacken
his speed onan ee none ee his horse
slightly leading, but the renegade retaining a
fir hold on Adele’s bridle. \
CHAPTER VI. :
Imprisoned in the Free Trappers’ Pass.
Tom Rurrer was well acquainted with
every inch of the eae over which he: had
determined to travel. He was now striking
for a spot which he judged to be most suit-
able for him under the present circumstances,
and which he also, with some reason, judged
to be a sure retreat, for the time, at least.
Though perhaps it would have been his ‘best
policy to have moved on immediately to
the regular hunting-grounds of the tribe; yet,
for several reasons, did he prefer to linger in
this vicinity! The detachment which had
separated from him, and which was to forma
junction at the river, had not yet made its
appearance, and until it did; he did not: feel
justified in ee He was not atraid of
immediate pursuit by the trappers, and would
much prefer letting some of the. Blackfeet
braves arrive at their village before him.
Then it would be apparent that he was a de-
serted rather than a deserter, one who, encum-
bered as he was . a prisoner, nevertheless
remained behind till the last shot was fired.
Therefore it was that he turned ‘the horses’
heads ‘toward the mountains, appearing to
Adele as though he were determined to ride,
e racing speed, straight up their rugged
es. PP ts
Gradually an opening became evident—a
tough, seldom-traveled, and almost imprac-
ticable pass—apparently extending through
ae the Oregonian territory, on the other
side.
Man and beast being so well acquainted
with the route, the rate of speed was scarcely
diminished. On either side, towered the moun-
tain, the almost perpendicular walls covered
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with draperies.of green at the top, where the
moonlight fell; but lower down, dark and
chill. Eyesight could: be of little avail here,
without a thorough knowledge of the place
and its surroundings.
And still, as Rutter clattered on, an answer-
ing noise from behind, as it were an echo,
showed that the pursuer held his own. A
dark smile swept over the blood-smeared face
of the renegade, as he listened to the noise :
“Come on, come on, clost behind. -Ye
come fast, but it may be a long time afore ye
take the back trail at sich a rate. Them as
comes in at Free Trappers’ Pass. sometimes
gits passed out. We're safe here; but that’s
more than him behind kin say.”
In. order to prevent Adele from, leaping
down, and endeayoririg to escape in the dark-
ness, Tom changed his’ position so that she
could not make the attempt at dismounting
without leaping straight into his arms. There
was little necessity for this movement. Had
it been light he could have seen that no such
thought entered the brain of the young cap-
tive. She only clung tightly in her seat, and,
in breathless suspense, awaited the end.
For half a mile, at least, the two horses
plunged on through the dimness, and then, at
a slight touch on the bridles, they turned to
one’ side, and began ascending an inclined
plane, which led along the wall of the pass.
“Steady, gal,” said Tom, in a coarse, thick
whisper... “Be keerful how yer move Now,
fur two foot out of the road might break that
purty neck o’ yourn. A stumble over these
rocks is an ugly thing, and Tom Rutter’s work
would all go fur nuthin’ if you. got it.”
For a second the idea of self-destruction
flashed through Adele’s mind. What so easy
as to fling herself away over the rocks, and
at once put an end to her troubles, and to
life itself? Friendless‘and alone, in the power
of an outlawed desperado, with but: little
hope of succor, why should she longer live?
It was but for a second. . Far behind, from
the darkness, echoed the sound of a horse’s
hoof, striking against a stone—she was not
entirely deserted—friends yet sought her;
rescue might be near at hand. Why, then,
despond? The steeds ceased their upward
motion. For the present their journey was
atan end. .
Apparently provepding from the solid rock,
a stout, squat-figured man emerged, bearing
in his hand a small lantern. He glanced at
we a moment; then in a hard, dry voice,
said :
“80 eee coming back to the nest once
more, Tom Rutter; and you bring a purty
bird along. Come in, and I'll put the hosses
omar : i
. “Shade that light, will yer, if ye don’t want
a ball singing up here. There’s somebody
comin’ through the pass that’s looking fur
somethin’ he’s lost, and if he catches sight o°
that elim, there may be an extra job put out
that [ don’t keer about having a hand in.”
“Ho, ho! laughed the man with the lan-
tern, as he put the slide down. “Ho, ho!
somebody looking for a lost thing in Free
Trappers’ Pass! There’s lots o’ them things
FREE TRAPPERS’ PASS.
goes in, but powerful few goes out.. What’s he
lost, Tom? A. bit calico, or a back load o’
pelts, or a money purse? Them’s bad things
to loose on the prairie.or mountings, but nice
to find, most, mighty nice, most—”
Here his words became indistinct, for he
had entered a fissure in the rocks; but some-
thing very like an oath emphasized the con-
cluding sentence. Tom. Rutter and ‘Adele
followed. 5
The light from the lantern, which was now
permitted to stream forth, was bu® barely ©
sufficient to give the captive some idea of ©
where she was. ;
looking around, Adele saw, as, indeed, she -
expected to see; that the place was part of
a cavern, of how great extent it was impos-
sible to say.. The man who. was, for the
time being, porter, led the horses to one side, ©
and then returned to where Rutter was _
standing. ; ;
“©Qome on, Tom; we have the kennel all -
to ourselves to-night... All the boys ar out,
an’ef Big Dick don’t come back, we'll hey a
nice evening of it. Strike into the room, an’
tellus whar you come from, how you got
that. bloody face, and. whar you picked up
that young squaw. I hain’t seen a face fur
three or four days, an’ am. splittin’ fur some-
body to talk. to.’
very loquacious humor, but he followed the
advice of the man insomuch that he “ struck”
into the room, to all appearance only too glad
‘to find that the place was not. tenanted
by the usual dwellers therein.
The underground retreat was of consider-
able size. The room in which they all three
finally congregated was at least twenty feet
square; the one. through which they had
passed was much longer, while a curtain of
skins did not entirely conceal the passage to
other rooms farther on. An air of rude hos- ?
pitality was visible on Tom Rutter’s face, and ©
in his talk and actions, as he motioned Adele
to a seat. ; ;
“Take a.seat, gal, an’ don’t be skeered. ©
No one is agoin’ to hurt ye, and yer wants’ll :
be pervided. fur as long as this huyar hand —
kin holdia rifle. It’s only a necessary 0’ war —
that makes me do this, an’ I'll take keer that —
no hurt comes to ye, though "won't say how ,
soon or how long you'll stay 1°. te cant y
the Blackfeet ; that’s somethin’ I ain’t got the ©
say about.” j b
Adele sunk on the pile of skins pointed —
out by the sees, he hardly knew what »
to do or say. She could not divine theinten-
tions of her captor. She could only guess at —
where she was, though that guess was not
any cause for self-gratulation or delight. —
From expressions let fall by the man who
held the lantern, the idea flashed upon her —
that she was in the hands of one of those —
bands of. outlawed trappers that have, and —
had, an existence throughout the far West.
hich was most to be dreaded—captivity
at their-hands or at those of the red-skins?
One thing, only, somewhat reassured her.
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than she could by any means have expected,
and, somehow, there was an air of honesty
about him, when he assured her of support
and protection, that was almost satisfactory
to her, and which caused the other man to
open his eyes, as though astonished to see
any thing like honor in a. renegade, and
sometime denizen of Free Trappers’ Pass.
In his rough way, Tom intimated, if she
desired it, some refreshment would be pre-
pared; but Adele shook her head in the nega-
tive.
“I spose yer sleepy; then, and so just fol-
low me, and [’ll show, you whar you may
turn in.” )
Mechanically the girl obeyed Rutter, and
followed him through the curtained aperture.
A short, narrow passage led into another
apartment, somewhat smaller than the one
they had just left. Strange it was, yet did it
seem to her that the air was too dry for an
-underground room, and it was almost impos-
sible to realize that it was not part of a legiti-
mate dwelling-house. The furniture was
simple—a pile of dressed skins serving as bed
and seat, a brace or so of guns, apparently
much dilapidated by hard service, a few mis-
cellaneous articles, such as might, accumu-
late in a liunter’s lodge; and, in one corner,
a good-sized chest. It was not a clumsy
affair, built by some rude mechanic of a trap-
per, but a well put up article, of good mate-
rial and workmanship, made as though it
could carry in safety within it articles of value.
Placing the lamp—a rude dish containing
bear’s. oil—upon the lid of the chest, Tom,
with afew words intended to quiet and soothe
the feelings of the unwilling guest, turned
and retraced his steps, leaving Adele alone
in the guest-chamber of the outlaw’s retreat.
She did not feel at all like sleeping. Her
situation was not one which would be apt to
act opiatewise on her nerves. \ Strange, hor-
rible fears coursed up and down in her mind,
and she suffered the light to die away and go
out with a flicker and smoke, while she sat
there on the pile of skins, absently gazing at
her before-mentioned vis-a-vis, the old oaken
chest. Just as the waning light shot up in
one last expiring gleam, then disappeared
leaving her in the dark, she heard the sound
of voices coming from the front part of the
gaye. Without any settled reason, she rose
from ‘her seat, and groped her way to the
entrance of her prison.
Light as the evening breeze touches the
fallen leaves and moss carpets of the forest,
her feet fell upon the cold earthen floor of
the passage. A square of light marked the
curtain of the ante-chamber, and here Adele
aused, The sound was no longer a hum,
but every word of the speakers was uttered
with distinctness, so that the listener could
understand the conversation fully.
Evidently, there. was an addition to the
number, for there was a voice heard—rough,
boisterous, well suited for the utterance of
round rolling oaths. Probably, this man was
“ Big Dick,” spoken of by the porter, as one
who might possibly make his appearance be-
fore morning. This man was speaking.
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“He came so almighty suddent. along, and
made sich a blasted noise, that I thort he war
one of us, a-course. To make sure, I hailed
him; but he didn’t stop, only licked up his
hoss, an’ come faster than ever. I knowed
ef it war any of the boys, they wouldn’t be
doing any sich tricks, so I throwed my shoot-
in’-iron up\to shoulder, and let drive whar I
thort he mout be. The noise stopped most
mighty suddent fur a second, and then I heard
a hoss galop away in sich a manner, as said
he hadn't, any rider aback of him. It war a
good shot to make'in the dark.” i
i ‘What answer would have been given, was
interrupted by the entrance of yet another
man, who immediately exclaimed ;
“We'll hey to lay low and keep dry for a
few hours, my coves, fur there’s more’n fifty
red-skins hoverin’ ‘long that way; and they
ain’t coming very peaceably, either. They’re
bound to blaze, from their looks.”
“Whar yer from, Bill?” said Big Dick,
“an’ whar did yer see them red-skins. Tye
jist. been a tellin’ how I wiped some one out
in the pass, here , but I didn’t see any thing
like Injun signs.”
“T war down South Branch, somewhat on
the scout ; and I see lots of people goin’ about,
all of em with lots of arms and nary plunder,
but these red-skins are strikin’ fur the pass,
strait, an’ from the looks of ther top-knots, I
should take ’em to be Crows.”
“What the —— are Crow Injuns doin’ up
here?” queried Dick.
“On the war trail, I guess.”
“Waal, there’s no ust a pickin’ a fout with
‘em, and it’s a hard matter to meet with any
body, we don’t —, so we kin jist keep under
kiver, and act cautious till they’re cleared
out. ‘
Adele Robison listened for a short time
longer, but finally determined that it was best
to retire.
A heavy burdef rested upon ther young
heart. Some one had probably been shot in
the pass. That “some one” was doubtless
the friend who had so closely followed on
|after the fight at the crossing of the Marias
River.
Who was it ?.
Her heart grew faint, and her mind dared
not suggest an answer. At last sleep came to
soothe her wearied brain. It was a calm and
quiet sleep, that lasted a long time. At least,
so it seemed to Adele, when she awoke. In
the darkness she lay and wondered where
she was, how long she must remain, how it
would end.
There are some human beings to whom
morning never comes. There are those who
dwell away down in the depth of the mine,
in among the black ore and the grimy coal,
where sunlight entérs not, where the air is
damp and noisesome, where time has but two
divisions to mark its lapse, the momént, when
work is commenced, and the moment when
it ceases. The sight of the sun to them marks
& momentous epoch; they are born, live, die,
and are buried by the light of a lantern, while
their very bones moulder in the dark.
There are others, on whom dawns not the
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26 FREE TRAPPERS’ PASS.
morning of the soul. No bright light gleams
in upon the spirit, but they dwell, cased in
misery’s walls, with forlorn wretchedness, as
a bed-fellow. Perhaps, they may wake up
suddenly and find it is day; but more proba-
bly, they will travel out of this world by the
sad glimmer of sorrow’s dark-lantern, little re-
eae what is behind, little thinking of that
efore. :
Misfortune and woe are second Joshua’s,
inasmuch, as they can command the light
and darkness which may rest upon the soul.
They differ in this. He exercised his power
for a day, they use their’s, sometimes for a
week, sometimes for a month, sometimes for-
ever,
Neither of these two mornings could well
dawn on our heroine. Tom Rutter’s appear-
ance, with refreshment, told her that without
the cave it was daylight. ;
He was very silent. From anything he
might say, she could glean no information as
to the probable length of her stay in the cay-
ern, and her ultimate destination after having
emerged therefrom. She’would have asked,
concerning the movements of the Indians,
’ whom she had overheard mentioned as ap-
proaching on the previous night, but she cared
not to confess herself an eaves-dropper. Tom
saved her from trouble on that score, by say-
ing, just as he was leaving: ;
“Keep yer spunk up for the next few days.
There’s a kernsiderbel lot o’ Injuns about here,
that I don’t keer about meetin’ jist now. Ef
we don’t do that, we'll hev to lay low here,
till they clar out, and there’s no sartainty
when that'll be.” a Ee
When Tom returned to the front room, he
found its three occupants were inoying about,
getting ready for their several occupations.
The men of Free Trappers’ Cave were not
by any means disposed to loose their rest for
_ the pure loye of duty; the consequence was,
they were’ late risers. Those who chose,
might rise at daybreak and prepare their
breakfast, but the majority preferred to sleep
on till the sun had ridden far up in the hea-
vens. For that reason, when Tom Rutter en-
tered the room, although he had long since
finished his morning meal, Big Dick was
slespily, handling his rifle.
“Which way yer goin’, Dick Dawson?”
inquired Tom. ~
“Goin’ to see whar that feller lit, that I
tumbled off hoss, last night.”
“Look out fur them red-skins, then, and
put him out o’ sight. ’Tain’t any ways good
to get them sneakin’ raskels lookin’ around
too clost.” "
With a nod of the head, which showed that
he considered that he was able to take care
of himself, Dawson left for the outer world.
Passing through the place in which they kept
their horses, he entered the crevice which
served as both hall and doorway. As he
neared the outside, he threw himself down
flat, and quietly wriggled himself out into the
open air. : :
“Nature had provided a fitting retreat to
these mountain outlaws. The opening of
the pass was by no means easy to find, and
presented difficulties which looked to be in-
surmountable. After. traversing the rough
road, for a short distance, the sides, on either
hand, rose almost perpendicularly up, though
a veil of green-grass shrubs and _ trailing
plants, sufficed to hide their rugged surface,
A narrow ledge, ‘scarce two yards in width,
rising up with a gradual slope, led from the
trail below, up to a small platform which
formed the porch to the cavern. So’well had
nature grouped the hugh boulders, that from
below, no sign of an opening was apparent,
and the path which led to it, was only half
visible, and seemingly impassable to any but
a most reckless footman. Yet, along it did
the denizens of the place make their way in
safety, though mounted on horseback, and
sometimes going at no mean rate of speed.
Dick Dawson, though reckless and self-
confident enough, used every precaution in
emerging from the burrow. For some min-
utes after he had gained the open. air, he lay
perfectly motionless, peering carefully around
in every direction. But all was quiet, and
nothing possessed of human life was to be
seen. Still, progressing carefully, he’descend-
ed to the ravine, or pass below, t started
off to prosecute his search. Here and there,
he could distinguish the imprint of a horse’s
foot, and soon he arrived at the spot where
he judged the stranger had stopped, at whom.
he had fired on the preceeding night. «
On a soft patch of ground, he found the.
marks made by the turning of thethorse, and
a small hollow, looking as though it were
caused. by the fall of a human form. A few
drops of blood, sprinkled on the grass near
by, gave evidence that the bullet fired at ran-
dom had struck some living object; though, _
whether it was brute or human, remained a
mooted question. The footprints of the horse,
returning on the trail, could be seen; but any
trace of his rider, beyond the marks before
mentioned, at first inspection, could not be
found, and, though the top of the short grass
and small bushes abounding thereabouts were,
in one direction beaten down, as though some
one had passed over them, yet, even this mark
soon disappeared, the person had evidently
pursued his way over the boulders and broken
rocks which strewed the pass, thus leaving no
trail behind. Vexation clouded the counte-
nance of Big Dick. Such a summary wa
of vamosing was not congenial to his feelings;
and his oaths bore witness to the fact. »
Baffled, then, Dawson ranged about the
ravine for some time, in vain seeking for some
trace of the intruder, until, at length, giving
up the search as a bad job, he royed out on
a scouting expedition, for the purpose of find-
ing whereabouts were the Indians, who, on
the previous night, had been reported, by a
brother outlaw, as approaching.
He found the spot whereon they had en-
camped for a short time. It was almost in
the mouth of the pass; yet, no- discoveries
had been made. Though the red-skins were
nowhere to be seen, Dawson could hardly
believe ‘that they had left the yicinity for
good, and so did not venture out into the
open plain; but contented himself with |
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SYMPTOMS OF A FIGHT.
making a careful examination from his hiding
place. He had been absent for nearly two
hours, when Tom Rutter, going to the door,
met him coming in.
It did not take long to report the result of
his investigations, and then the two returned
to the cave within.
The manner of Dawson was such, that an
attentive observer might have concluded that
there was not a complete congeniality of
temperament in that burly personage and his
friend, the renegade. With nothing particular
to engage their attention, it was natural that
they should enter into conversation, concern-
ing the business on which Tom had been em-
sr There was a sort of sneering, banter-
g tone, in the way in which Big Dick spoke
of the Indian allies of Rutter, which aroused
the ire of the latter; and before long, they
were on the eve of a quarrel.
“T tell yer, Tom,” finally, said Dawson,
‘yer neither fish, fowl, or flesh; you ain’t
neither a square man nor a decent raskil.
You come in here when you choose, and
make yourself mightily at home, goin’ and
comin’ when you like; but you ain’t one of
the crowd. ou fought fur us onct, but,
- leavin’ that out o’ the question, thar never was
a single time, when you done us any good.
As long as the Captain says so, it’s all right,
but, blast my eyes, ef I believe in it.”
“Keep cool Dawson,” responded Rutter.
“Tye done you all a heap of good, as:you
know, even ef I ain’t in all yer perceedin’s,
and.as fur comin’ and goin’ here, I had the
place long enough before you ever came here-
‘IT come when I choose, but that ain’t
very often. While the Captain’s satisfied, it
won't make any difference what Big Dick
believes, for Captain Grant ain’t ust to askin’
his men what they think. He kin trust me,
ows I’m true blue, and
wouldn’t split on a friend, no matter what
advantage it might be to me. I’ve bin doin’
a little business, I acknowledges — Injuns
along fur pardners. We did what we went
ur, and a leetle more—but come acrost a
crowd we wan’t expectin’. They flaxed us
out, purty nice; but ther a crowd as kin do
them things. I struck into this here place,
because it was too hot outside, unless I let
the gal slide, tho’ that wouldn’t do, no how.
¥hen the cogasi’s clear, Pll leave, an’ not
uluch aking ef I knows any thing on’t.”
“T rathyer think you'll wait till the Cap-
tain comes in, then. There’s a lot o’ rules
laid down, as will need a little explainin’,
an’ Grant’s the man to do it.” :
“That don’t make no difference,” doggedly
responded Rutter. “I hinted I had free pass
through this Lodge. TI don’t b’long to yer
bloody firm, ah’ hain’t got nothin’ to do with
laws and regulations.”
“Perhaps yer has, an’ perhaps yer haven't ;
but the man that brings calico into this yere
: ane must stand by our law, as I said afore.”
hat caused the curtain, at the farther
end of the room to vibrate? Did it conceal a
listener? Was there a heart beating wild
With fear, behind’it? 2
“Look huyer,” said Rutter, drawing him-
s
27
self up to his full night, and looking proudly
at Dick Dawson and the two outlaws who
stood beside him, “look huyer, yer a big man,
and a good man, ye’ve seen sevral scrimages
in your time, an’ kin hold yer candel in a
rough and tumble with most men, but you'll
wake up the wrong man, when you com-
mence with me. By the biggest devil in —,
\if you try to make any of yer rules apply to
the gal that’s under my wing, I'll put my
knife through you, so wide, that there’d never
be enuff left to take sight at over a shootin’-
iron agin. Here—” throwing back his rough
coat with one hand, exposing the long hunt-
ing-knife and brace of pistols belted round
him, while with the other he drew toward
him his rifle—“ is the bells that rings the tune,
and ef you don’t sing small, you'll git dead
man’s music.”
Quick as light Big Dick sprung forward,
his knife flashing out for the conflict, Rutter
presenting himself firmly for the onset.
But, as their blades crossed, a deep, stern
voice sounded through the cavern: “Hold!
Up with those knives! Who is it that dares
draw steel in Free Trappers’ Pass ?”
“The Captin’ !” ejaculated Dawson, as he
leaped back, sheathing his blade.
CHAPTER VII.
Meeting of Archer and Parsons,
WE need scarcely tell the reader that the
horseman at whom Dawson had fired was
none other than Waving Plume. As he
recklessly urged his horse along the rugged
pass, he heard the hail of the outlaw, but
thought not of answering it.” Then suddenly
flamed out a light, followed by the report of
a rifle. So suddenly and furiously did his
horse turn, that, before he could well under-
stand what had happened, Archer found him-
self upon the ground in the midst of his
whole equippage, while the animal was al-
most out of hearing. . yi a
Confusedly rubbing his head, he was about
rising to his feet, when a hand of iron rested —
upon his shoulder, and a low voice whis-
pered in his ear:
“Keep still, boy, ef ye wants to come out
o’ this place with a clean skin. Yer ina heap
o’ danger.”
There was something familiar in the tone
which, with the good sense of the request,
caused him to lie still, and await what this
suddenly-introduced friend would haye him
to do. Silence reigned in the pass. At times
he could hear the low breathing of the pe
by his side; once; fora few moments he
heard the noise* of: footsteps, as Big Dick
sought the entrance to his: retreat pt with
these exceptions all was’ still. aps a
quarter of an hour had { d ere, becoming
impatient, he whispered: “Allis now quiet,
what is to be done next ?” dpe OK
“Right, by mighty!” responded the strange
friend. “I” knowed ‘it war you, Charley
Archer—rayther an awk’ard tumble o’ your’n,
28
but no bones broke, I suppose. Keep quiet
a leetle bit longer, till we kin see ef them as
fired that shot is agoin’ to deny any thing.
The speaker was Jacob Parsons. So soon
as Waving Plume recognized him, he felt as-
sured, in his own mind, of the propriety of
adopting his advice, so, without wasting a
breath in asking him how under heavens
he came to be at that spot, when he had sup-
posed him miles away, he retained his crouch-
ing position. Of course, this could not con-
tinue for ever—though a terrible long half
hour passed before Parsons thought it safe to
moye. Then, in a whisper, he announced
that it was time; and, cautioning Waving
Plume to keep close behind, he cautiously
moved away, carrying his rifle in readiness for
instant use, and scarce making a breath of
noise, as he flitted ghost-like through the dusky
night.
As one familiar with the way, the trapper
moved on, and with full confidence the young
man followed close in his wake; though it
busied him to keep up within distance of his
leader. It seemed to him as though the road
had become most terribly uneven since he had
so rapidly traversed it; or, that a special
Providence had exercised its protecting care
in preventing him from receiving a death-fall
in this rocky, darksome gorge.
When, at length, they had nearly reached
the edge of the prairie, they pe the sound |.
of an approaching person. Quickly they
crouched in the shade of two rocks, and scarce
had they done so, when a mounted man swept
past them, riding at a reckless rate through
the broken pathway. Parsons would, per-
haps, have endeavored to stop the man, but
so instantaneous was the passage, that before
he could make up his mind, the thing became
an impossibility.
Waiting until this individual was fairly out
of hearing, again our two friends proceeded
on their way. Arriving at the mouth of the
pass, the trapper turned shortly to the left,
and immediately struck a trail twice as cir-
cuitous and difficult as the one they had left.
Trusting implicitly in Jake’s intimate knowl-
edge of the country, Waving Plume followed
on without once questioning as to where the
were going. After three quarters of an hour’s
fatiguing march, with a low “come on,” the
leader began the ascent of a most: difficult
path. Up, ~p they toiled until they reached
a long level ledge of rock, and here Parsons
and his companion halted. For the present
their travels were at an end.
“Now,” said Archer, as he wearily threw
himself at full length on the rock, “now,
Jake, can you tell me how you got here, where
are, and what we are to do?”
» “Yer askin’ a good deal to onte, but, per-
haps, I kin. You know I’ve scouted around
this part of the country, for quite a time, an’
living alongside the red niggers, I got to learn
their ways. Las’ night I war nigh thirty
miles away, an’ right in among’em. Young
Robison an’ I war on ther trail; ’cause the
tarnal critturs hes got the Major an’ his darter
—which is a blasted sight worse; and that’s
what I ought to told you at fust.” ‘
FREE TRAPPERS’ PASS.
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“Neyer mind that, I know that part, di
though you can tell me what's become of di
Hugh,” said Waving Plume. fo
“He’s all right—will make a bully Injun in
fighter, he will. They were all round him, hi
but we fit our way through, killed a dozen— te
more or less, an’ then clared out. We had to he
separate, but he kin hold his own candle, sc ye
I ain’t a bit frightened fur him. Now, sl
knowin’ the nature of the varmints, I sorter te
had ‘an idee they’d turn up in this here d’rec-
tion, so I shoved ahead. I’ve got a hoss down lit
thar in the dark, an’ ef I ain’t mortal bad mis- de
taken it'll hev a load to carry soon. We're w
jist in the allfiredest purtiest place about the al
mountains—as I’m goin’ to explain. It’s he
eight or ten year since I camped about this hi
spot, an’ then Thad Tom Rutter for partner, lo
an’ a cussed good partner he was, when he _shi
wern’t thinkin’ about the wrongs some white =§ m
folks had done him. We didn’t camp pre-e BR
zactly here, but in a place we got to fromthe th
pass whar you got so near wiped out. Wall, = wi
one day Tom goes out, and doesn’t. come tic
back, fur the Blackfeet had nabbed him, an’ _ se
bein’ alone, I warn’t content. with my quar- Ww
ters, so I explored around till I found this co
| place—which is just a hard fort to storm an’ a
no mistake!, The other ain’t so bad neither.
When I started in this direction, I jist thought ni
Tom would strike this way—” Beeb
“And so he did!” exclaimed Charley Ar- ca
cher, excitedly leaping to his feet.” It was
he that I followed into the pass—he carried go
with him Adele Robison.” of
“Yes, yer correct, an’ you needn’t be In
alarmed, she ain’t fur off, an’ we stand a re
mighty good chance of taking her out of his re)
fingers.” ci
“Tell me where she is, if you know; and sii
how you expect to rescue her! It will be no th
easy matter, though it must be done; andI = co
seek for light on it.” .%
“Easy, boy, don’t be in a splutter. Thers ~ th
a cave in the rock, as I kinder hinted,and _—=‘t@s
Tom Rutter has holed thar till he seed jist _—- to
what to do. And now, while I’m thinkin’ on gr
it—how in thunder does it come that he ca
breaks in alone with ther gal,and you come _—_‘ th
alone followin’ him when he had a party of fe
thirty braves, an’ you were with halfadozen —_ SIC
free trappers? All the rest on both sides —_W:
ain’t wiped out, be they? Tm kinder curous oc
on them points.” : “Ts ter" 2 wi
Waving Plume gave a succinct account of —-P
his adventures in search of the Major's ,
daughter, together with a detailed description
of the conflict at the crossing, the flight, and —ST!
his lone continuance of the pursuit—of the = W'
condition of Ned Hawkins, the Major,andthe § ™
rest of the party he was profoundly ignorant, } an
a could he tell what had becomeofthe Black- | be
eet. ; { e
_Jake heard the account in silence, reserving } fa
his criticisms until it was ended; then he com- |
menced : Sek qu
“Waal, Tom allers war a sharp “unto - T!
handle, and he got ahead of ’em slightually —_‘8i
this time, He’s a turn-coat on principle, you st
see, and had been alivin’ among the Injuns he
ever since that time, the black raskils fotched —
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THE SECRET OF THE CAVE.
him up a standin’. He don’t seem to be
doin’ the square thing to the Major and his
darter, but as near as I kin come to it he’s
fooled you an’ the red-skins both, an’ slipped
in here—which ar a mighty bad place for an
honést man er woman. Maybe you've hearn
tell o’ Free Trappers’ Pass—ef you have, this
here’s the place. Now, I’m sleepy and tired,
you perceive, and so will jist dry up an’ go to
sleep ; fur there’s plenty of time to-morrow to
tend to all our talkin’ and sich like.”
Used as he was to the hardships of. trapper
life, to Jake, there was no need of a bed of
down to bring sleep. In a few moments he
was Cosily ensconsed in the arms of Morpheus,
and the watchful ear of Charles Archer could
_ hearthe long-drawn breath which announced
his condition. But, tired as he was, it was
long before Waving Plume could compose
his nerves sufficient to sleep.
might, his thoughts would adyert to Adele
Robison and her eaptors. Had he not known
that it would be useless, more than once
would he have awakened Parsons, to ques-
tion him on points which suggested them-
selves to his busy brain. But he knew too
well the sleeping voyageur to suppose that he
could get the least satisfaction from him after
a sudden awakening,
Gradually the blackness of the surrounding
night changed to a leaden gray. Mistily
thoughts swarmed through his brain. Then
came a POR ce was asleep.
Even yet was his dream haunted by a
golden-haired girl, who struggled in the arms
of a heavily-bearded refugee and countless
Indians. The fight at the crossing was to be
refought, the hand-to-hand struggle with the
renegade, the sudden retreat, the dark intrica-
cies of Free Trapper’s Pass, and the hurtling
rifle bullet—all once more appeared: ere, with
the breaking morn, he arose from his hard
couch on the level rock.
With keen eye he studied the windings of
the path which he had followed to reach this
testing place ; and anxjously he gazed around
to make himself acquainted. with the topo-
graphical intricacies of* this retreat. A small
cavern, perhaps a dozen feet square, let into
the side of a precipice; a path of but a few
feet in width, winding and twisting up the
side of the mountain, led to it. Below him
Was a great basin, cut out of the solid range,
wean UA!
mesons e7d bectom thickly timbered. Ashe
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Parsons, who had wakened, remarked :
“Its a queer country this, ain’t it, now ?”
“Yes, Jacob, it is a queer-looking hess
This is, in one sense, a safe retreat, also. It
would require a more than ordinary set of
men to dislodge us by force of arms; but I
am afraid it would not take long to starve us
out—indeed, as fur as I can see, that would
ps the only plan that could prove success-
ul.”
“ Don’t you be too sure of that. There’s a
quicker way that that, if it ain’t a better one.
This wall,” patting with his hand the rocky
side of the recess, “looks amazin’ thick an’
stout, but six or eight good men could have
her down in short order.”
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Seeing the surprise of Archer, Parsons ex-
plained as follows:
“You needn’t stare so, it’s true. If you
look sharp you'll see this rock’s limestun—
right about here you find lots of it. On the
tother side. there’s, a cave a durned sight
bigger than this; and the wall atween ’em
ain’t but a few inches through. Thar’s whar
‘you'll find the Free Trappers, and most likely
Tom Rutter and the Major’s darter with ’em.
Ef I didn’t think so, I wouldn’t be layin’
around here. There’s no use a foolin’, it’s a
right down ugly job, for ef we're careful, an’
Tom gives us time, an’ we don’t starve, we'll
hev her out o’ ther paws afore to-morrow,
someway.
Sunlight suddenly stole over the face of
Waving Plume, and the joy in his soul beam-
ed out through his keen gray eyes.
“So near,” he exclaimed, “ nothing save a
few inches of rock to separate us—she must
and shall be sayed! Quick, tell me your
plans, that we may at once begin the work, for
delays are dangerous !” e
To this rather excited speech of Archer’s,
Parsons coolly responded:
“Don’t be in too great a splutter, youn
man. There’s several things to be thought
on afore we commence to go in. We had
better scout around an’ see how the count
lodks, an’ then lay our plans accordin’.
said las’ night I had a hoss down in the
holler, an’ if the cussed scoundrels hereabouts
ain’t stole him, he’s thar yit. He needs
feedin’ or rayther a general sort o’ lookin’
arter ; an as we'll be wantin’ somethin’ to eat
an’ drink, in better come along an’ git
helped. After that I'll take a little scout out
on the plain—you can come along or stay
here jist which you choose. By the time
I git back mebbee we'll hey some plan
started.”
Charles assenting, the two together began
the descent of the path which served asa stair-
case to this high eyrie. After a rather weari-
some ten minutes the two came upon Par-
sons’ horse, nicely ensconced amidst a thick
patch of bushes. Here, too, they prepared to
make such meal as’ Jacob’s limited larder
could afford. From under an overhanging
rock, at no great distance off, there gushed a
pure spring of clear, cold, mountain water,
and by its margin they breakfasted, the steed
refreshing himself at the fountain, and then
proceeding leisurely to crop the short grass
and tender herbage in which’ the place
abounded, .
Preferring to leave the difficult duties of
scouting to one most thoroughly versed in its
mysteries, Waving P sought out a com-
fortable resting plac ich he might seat
himself, while Pa ; isappeared in the
direction of the mouth of the basin, or eul-de-
ere encamped. e
nm. At least two hours h
elapsed, and yet the trapper did not return.
Not on this account did Archer become im-
patient or alarmed. Only supposing that the
difficulties of his task had unexpectedly. he-
‘come enhanced, or that some unforseen ap-
pearance required a more careful investigation,
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he tried, as best he might, to while away
the time. At length, tired of inactivity, and
restless froma mind burdened by so great a
duty as. the rescue of the fair “Mist on the
Mountain,” he debated within himself whether
he should follow in the footsteps of Jake, and
seek the plain, or return'to the niche wherein
he had passed.the night.
Reflecting that in the one case he would
be needlessly thrusting himself into danger,
and at the same time drawing no nearer to
Adelez-while in the other he would be closer
to the maiden, even if there was no possible
means of access to her, he chose to retrace
, his steps.
Out of breath, he reached the spot, and
flung himself down much in the same manner
as he had done on the night before. His
head was partly supported by the rock which
formed the side, and he lay there for some
time looking dreamily at the mountain tops,
which rose opposite to him, at the distance of
a mile. Suddenly, behind his head he felt a
slight vibration of the rock, and could hear a
tapping sound as though some one were,
with their knuckles, trying its strength or
thickness. With a bound, Waving Plume
was on his feet. .Circumstanced, as he was,
hé could not, at once, think what course it was
best for him to pursue.
It might well puzzle an older head than
was upon the shoulders of Charley Archer to
decide what should be done in this sudden
emergency. She whom he sought was sepa-
rated from him by but a few inches of soft
rock, she would doubtless be overjoyed to
know of his presence there—yet how should
he let her know of it without running the
risk of Serer all their projects for her
liberation. He knew not the plan of the
cavern, and therefore was not aware that the
prison of Adele was untenanfed save by her-
self. He felt afraid that, if he made any sign
to attract her attention, one of two things
might happen. Either she would, by some
sudden exclamation, put her jailors on their
guard, or else imagine him to be one of the
ree trappers, and refuse to be assisted—per-
- haps, by an outcry, call down destruction on
himself and Parsons.
There was one course which seemed most
safe, though it was little suited to the impa-
tience of young blood, It was to wait for the
return of Jake.
Bending down he applied his ear to the
rock once more, and once more, after an inter-
val of silence, he heard the tapping against
the stone.
Following the b
which struck him,
large hunting-kni
Fer a moment he sur
solid wall before him, g
edge of his weapon, and
tacked the auly known ba
tween him and Adele,
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ew from his belt the
he there carried.
ed the seemingly
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en resolutely at-
igr which lay be-
Tt was hard work; but resolution and a |.
strong wrist will carry a man through a great
deal. E :
Noiselessly he continued his work, only
pausing now and then to examine his knife,
FREE TRAPPERS’ PASS.
in order that he might judge whether it
would hold out. Carefully his labor pro-
gressed, and soon could be discerned the out-
lines of the cavity which he was seeking to
excavate.
How long did the minutes seem! Almost
a life time apparently went out in the half
hour he spent at his work. Difficulties reso-
lutely attacked often disappear; and so it
was, somewhat in this case. Though the
precise name of the stone was unknown to
the young man, yet to him did it seem of a
peculiar structure. Before his iron wrist it
rapidly flaked away.
All sound within had ceased. Though he ©
worked as silently as possible, he could not
avoid making some noise; but whether or no
this had frightened the investigator, he was —
unable to tell,
As Waving Plume progressed with his —
labor, he began to realize how very thin the ©
partition actually was, At,a heavy pressure
of his hand he could feel it spring inwards,
and he marked well the progress that he had
made. One more vigorous application of the
knife, the point sank into the rock and disap- —
— His work, for the time, was almost
one.
A hole as big as the palm of his hand testi-
fied to the vigor of his proceedings. Anx-
iously gazing through this, he could see the
apartment beyond. A small lamp cast an
uncertain light, and almost directly before the
aperture a dim shadow loomed up. The
shadow was that of a woman.
Motionless she stood there, with eyes bent
on the little opening through which streamed
the subdued light from the world beyond. -
The noise of loud voices in angry debate
rolled in from the other apartment, and
would have effectually drowned any excla-
mation. which she might have made; but she
made none, save the loud beatings of her own
heart, which, to her were plainly audible—
there was no noise Within the walls of her
prison house. What thoughts trooped through
‘her mind it were hard to tell. So varied,
and, to her, exciting, had been the events of
the last few days, that but little was required
to take away her self-possession; and thus,
from aioe one listened to the stroke of the
knife so skillfully handled by Waving Plume,
her senses were stolen away, and she was as ~ f
one bereft of speech and mothxa “Mu ox. os
“ Adele!” » AE.
In a low, but audible whisper the word
floated into the room. The voice of the
whisperer, too, was not unknown, and she
bent forward to listen.
“ Adele!”
Once more the whispered word; but this
time the tone was a note or two louder.
Bending down her head, she replied:
“ Who is it that speaks?”
“A friend—one who would rescue you—
Charles Archer.”
“Thank heaven !”
This, much more in the shape of a fervent
pes than of a reply, then, to Waving
ume: ;
“Tf you can aid me, be quick.”
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MAJOR ROBISON AGAIN A PRISONER.
A number of the Blackfeet dismounted, and
closed in upon him ; but the hardy white dis-
dained to yield.
Drawing his heavy rifle over his shoulder,
he anticipated their attack by leaping upon
them. For a few moments there was a lively
time among the party, but numbers and reso-
lution were too much for resolution alone,
and Jake was finally borne to the ground.
Eyen then he did not, at once, give in, but
made most frantic efforts to draw his knife.
At length, after a most desperate struggle, he
was bound, though not without the assist-
ance of Big Dick and Tom Rutter.
“Thar, blast yer ornary picturs, you've:
ot me; but ye had a good time adoin’ it.
ee what yer'll make of me, ye low-lived,
red-skinned devils!” :
To this exclamation ot Parsons, which
_ showed that his mind was not under control,
if his body was, no immediate attention was
_ paid, Tom Rutter, all panting with his exer-
_ tions, exclaiming:
“ Whar is the gal—ye?”
; CHAPTER IX.
Parsons and Archer in the’ Blackfoot. Village.
Ir was evening. In the centre of the
Blackfoot village were two men well known
to the reader—Parsons and his young friend,
Charles Archer. Without the lodge, could
be heard the eat-like pace of a sentinel. At
a few rods distance a es low wigwam, the
council-chamber of th@Uharred Stick section
of the tribe, was located, and now and then
a wild shriek, pealed forth by some brave,
would reach the ears of the prisoners.
Within, nothing was to be heard save the
measured breathing of the two; both were
The thee of Waving Plume was very pale.
m under a tight bandage upon his fore-
_ head, drops of blood, now clotted, had es-
caped; the hair on the front part of his head
_ was matted together, and the appearance of
_ the man gave evidence that he had not be-
- come a Captive without a determined struggle.
i edvoudypnd clear sounded the death-wail for
“auch. ives. Though successful in their
' foray upon the Crows, yet had the expedi-
" tion, taken as a whole, resulted disastrously
tothe tribe. At least_a dozen braves had
fallen, and Talmkah, one of their bravest and
boldest chiefs, dangerously, if not mortally
wounded, in the abduction of Major Robison
and his daughter. Thus, in the band of-war-
riors that night gathered around the council-
fire, there were deep mutterings, ominous
frowns, sharp, blood-red speeches, and actions:
which told as loud as words, that the fate of
the prisoners would be one poth sudden and
ploody. . :
Thé two slept on. Days of toil and nights
of waking had so far exhausted them, that,
even with the prospect of soon-approaching
death impending over them, they would
ly woo “tired nature's sweet restorer,’
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83
and quietly and unbrokenly slumber, while
bound, and prisoners in the Blackfoot town.
They had slumbered perhaps an hour or so,
when the entrance of three men into the hut
aroused them. Two were Indians, but, by
the light of the torch which one of them car-
ried, to them, suddenly awakening, the third
seemed to be a white man. Then, as the
fumes of sleep rolled off, Charles Archer re-
cognized one whom, of all others, he less
wished to meet—Robison himself.
The Major, a weary, soul-depressed look
upon his face, gazed around, finally suffering
his eye to rest for some seconds upon his
fellow-prisoners before recognizing them.
Then, as the Indians retired, leaving the three
to themselves, he found tongue, addressing
them with :
“So we once more meet! For once I am
more pained than delighted at seeing a fami-
liar face.”
“I can most heartily say the same,” was
Archer’s response.
“Though the explanation of the fact of my
a prisoner here is most easy, I can
hardly imagine how you came to fall into
the hands of the Blackfeet again, once hay-
ing been rescued, as I know, by our band of
trappers. It can hardly be possible that they,
along with you, are sharing the pains of cap-
tivity. é
i is far as my knowledge extends, they
in perfect safety. I find myself hereas much
through my own foolishness as through an
other reason; yet, knowing, as I do, that
must have been imprudent, I can scarce give
a succinct account as to the means by which
I was captured. Excitement, fatigue, grief,
darkness and delay must have coe me
partially out of my senses, so that I fell into
the hands of the very men who were lurking
along our trail.”
“Tt is strange,” said Waving Plume, “how
misfortune seems to dog our every step. Not
a move can we make, however fair it may,
at the inception, appear, but we are plunged
deeper into the mine of difficulties. You,
the very embodiment of all caution, just at
the critical time, losing presence of mind,
seems to be sufficient cause to think that the
fates are against us.”
And Parsons, too, had a word to say :
“By mighty, Major, things hes a villian
look. T’m expectin’ nothin’ ’cept the hull
darned caboodle on us’ll jist be packed in
here afore mornin’, an’ to-morrer they'll
make a bonfire out o’ some seyen or eight
most cussedly interestin’ subjecks, of our
weight an’ thickness. What the deuce ar we
goin’ to do?”
“We must hope for the best, knowing that
while there is life there is hope. I have very
little fears, for the present, for Hawkins and
the rest of the boys, though I deeply regret
that circumstances should have a dn to’
flraw them toward so much danger. Th
are well-chosen men, with years of experi-
ence, and, though game to the back bone,
there will be a method about their perseyer-
ance which will, as far as possible, preserve
them from needless exposure to danger.”
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84 : FREE TRAPPERS’ PASS,
One word as to your capture. Was there
a struggle, and if so, was any one hurt ?”
“T tell you, Archer, I know but little as to
the manner in which it was effected. There
is a singular look to the whole affair, which
for a while puzzled me completely, though I
think that I have come to a solution of the
mystery.” ' :
The manner in which he spoke aroused
the curiosity of his listeners, who pressed him
for particulars of the affair. In a dubious,
hesitating tone, he responded, apparently not
haying the fullest belief in his opinion, yet
seeing no other way in which he might ac-
count for his presence.
“To tell the truth, I know nothing in re-
ality of the causes which led to my capture,
though, as I before said, I have very strong
suspicions, I have no knowledge of any
affray—no remembrance of an attack or at-
tempted "escape. All that I can, with cer-
tainty, say, is that I came to my senses a
long way from camp, on foot, unarmed and
alone, the hands of three Indians grasping
me, and a severe nervous shock running
through my whole system. I must have
aoe taken while following the trail in my
eep.
“In your sleep !” exclaimed both listeners.
“Yes, asleep. From the crossing of the
Yellowstone, we followed the trail for a
number of hours, till the darkness that hangs
heaviest just before the coming dawn, settled
thickly around us. Then, men and horses
most thoroughly wearied, we encamped for
a few hours’ rest. Though it was much
against our will, yet we were compelled to
do it, and, leaving one of our number to
keep guard, we threw ourselves down to rest.
Scarcely had I touched the ground when my
eyes closed in sleep; and, in that condition,
impelled by the anxious state of my mind, I
must have silently left the camp and followed
the trail, leaving the others in ignorance of
my departure. The rearguard of the Black-
feet, seeing me, had silently approached and
secured me before I awakened, thus preclud-
ingaey show of resistance.”
ving given such explanation of his un-
sepree presence, the Major, in turn, made
a few hurried inquiries of the two as to the
various Causes which had led to their being
held as captives, Archer told him all the
main points—of his pursuit, of his ride
through Free Trappers’ Pass, of his narrow
escape, and fortunate meeting with Parsons
—of the rescue of Adele, of the desperate
attempt of Jacob to escape, or at least to di-
rect the attention of the outlaws from the
spot where Waving Plume and _ his fair
charge were concealed. Then came a de-
scription of the search of the basin, after the
capture of Parsons—how for some time the
searchers were baffled, but at length succeeded
in unearthing them—and a detail of the rapid
marches made by them, for the purpose of.
eluding all pursuit. And, just as Waving
Plume was about concluding his story, the
sound of a familiar voice, addressing the
d outside, warned them that he who
came was Tom Rutter. A moment afterward
the tall form of the renegade stood within |
the hut. ari
Notwithstanding the fact. that Waving fnq
Plume and Parsons viewed the renegade {pq
with disgust, the Major seemed inclined to.
give an ear to whatever he might have to,
say. Perhaps it was because of the natural wot
suavity of Robison—his generous, confiding, jaq
honest openness of heart—or else that he jety
really believed that the man, thus silently — you
coming at dead of night, was acting’in ac- fj}
cordance with what he thought to be right, gon
and that he might possibly, if conyince of ;
the unfairness of his course, afford themsomé gho
assistance. In either case he received thein- Phe
truder in a polite manner, making no friendly gon
demonstrations, but also with no hostileones. ah,
Although the fierce and bitter feelings of | gort
Archer and Parsons were expressed in the . ado}
shadow on their countenances, the reneged thre
cast upon them a friendly glance. ong ;
drawing near to Robison, he looked him full the
in the face, and, speaking at once frankly and play
firmly, he commenced : , righ
“Major, it’s no use o’ my goin’ over a long
rigmarole of stuff about what’s been done tO g py
me, an’ how I’ve been treated. That’s all mig
over, an’ I’m here. Tye throwed in my lot on™
with the Injuns; they’ve done the squar thing kno
with me, an’ I’m doin’ the same by them.” + It
Robison answered this by an impatient hea
shake of the head, which Rutter seeing, pro. thor
ceeded : . # hel
“Well, you’ve bin a livin’ in this region bhe..
forbetter nor three year. In thattime you’v@ cert
bin free to move about jist as ye liked, an for
haven’t had a single ggrimmage with noneol hea
the tribes. They k what yer after, an gelf,
though it’s clean agin ’em to let yer settl@ i] ¢
hereabouts, still they sort o’ took a likin t@ thin
you an’ yer ways, an’ didn’t keer aboutintely the
ferin’. They know a lookin’ fur gold, an lost,
they know if ye ‘find it there’ll be a rush of inm
white people that'll be sure to kill’em off i fore
the end. All this here they’ve bin astandiny per
an’ still didn’t lift a hand agin yer—ain’ brid
it so?” and
The answer was an affirmative nod.of th@ cont
head. ik ® Tagi
“ About two years ago you were over int? a br
Oregon, lookin’ around, an’ comin’ back y% sorr
found somethin’. What ye did with it Suv
don’t know, but we do know tid, o om
the back trail agin, an’ landed somewhal 4
the region of the Shoshnees. Ain’t that s?
agin ? “@ the
‘A rather perplexed look, which had beed for :
on the face of Robison, was now clearing of an]
again. At last he was beginning to undef guic
stand the meaning of this foray of the Bla ther
feet, and to understand, too, its probable hay
sults to himself. Not wishing to interrupt hay
the renegade in his statements, he agai’ tol
simply nodded, and that personage went op; oy
“Perhaps yer don’t know the rules aB upo
regulations among us Injuns. It ’tainte® was
pectable; an’ yet they’re simple. To bring she
this matter down to a pint, the thing yé ut
found was a Injun gal, that b’longed to o#8 you
tribe, an’ this here’s the consequences.” ten,
At length the Major answered in words:
7
TOM RUTTER’S EXPLANATION. 85
“T begin to see light at Jast.. To be sure, I
might have suspected it before, but the fing
had totally glided out of my memory. I dic
within
faving find something, and that something was an
1egade Indian girl. I did strike the back trail, and
ned ot land her safely with her own tribe. That
‘
she belonged to the Snakes you will not deny,
Not only did she speak their language, but I
had the pleasure of seeing the happy meeting
between her and her mother. In that, though
1atural
fiding,
nat he
ilently your tribe and hers might be at war, how,
mm ac-" following the plain dictates of right and rea-
: x nt son, have I erred 2”
“Til tell yer how it war. The gal war a
nsomé §hoshnee no longer; she war a Blackfoot.
the in-" "The squaw of Talmkah, our. chief, lost her
sm son through the men of her tribe, and Minne-
{
haha, a prisoner, was taken by her, to
ngs of | sort o’wise fill his place: She war regularly
ip thes - adopted, had lived in our lodges for nigh onto
negade three year, an’ ef you hadn’t helped her off,
KS salt she would a bin thar now. You showed her
im full’ the trail, an’ now our Injun Jaws come inter
ly and play. Ef yer kin bring her back, it’s all
_ right, ef not, yer darter, stays in her place,
along an’ you stand a mighty good show fur makin’
one a bonfire. Injun laws, on sich subjects, are
a
_ mighty hard. “I don’t say it’s not piling it
my lot on pretty rough, but. it’s law—an’ law, ye
rthing know, must be obeyed.” FOU
em. . ._It was enough to strike a chill into the
“heart of Robison. Till now, though he
_ thought he had been prepared for the worst,
he had never realized what the end might
be.. The thought of what now would most
~ certainly come, flashed through his brain, and,
for the second, the strong man bowed his
head, hiding his face iw his hands. For him-
_ Self, he could bear death,.or whateyer other
ill the council might decree to. him, but to
think of his daughter, the light of his life,
the favorite child—the one lone image of her
lost, beautiful mother—to think.of her as the
inmate of the lodges of the Blackfeet, the
forced dweller in the camps of the red-men,
perchance some day compelled to be the
bride of an illiterate, debased son.of the forest
and plain. Oh! this was very hard! A. spasm
- contracted his whole frame, One blinding,
' Taging tempest of grief, one sigh heaved from
a broad chest, compressed by mountains: of
sorrow—then, he straightened himself up, and
ey. looked Rutter unflinchingly in the
eyes, 7 :
Me Rutter, I first met you a ago. Iknow
) part of the wrongs which drove you from
_ the homes of civilization. We roved together
for a year or more, and I believe you to be
an honest man, even though somewhat mis-
guided. By that honesty tell me truly—is
there no hope? I acknowledge that you
~ have told the truth. Though.I never would
-have endeavored to conceal it, T am/at a loss
to know how the act was discovered; yet,
now that the so-called crime is to be charged
upon me, I, will not attempt to deny it. I
was ignorant of your laws; I knew not that
she was an adopted daughter of the Blackfeet.
But such excuses I cannot plead; for, was
your law ten thousand times more strict, with
ten thousand times the amount of punishment
affixed to its infringement, still would I, per-
force, obey the instincts of humanity.”
“After what you hey jist said, thar don’t
eet to be much use to ask ef thar’s any
hope,
“You mistake me, T ask not for mercy on’
myself, for if to do what I have done be a
crime, then let me suffer ; but is my_so-styled
sin to be visited on my daughter? Is she to
suffer for that of which she is, even now,
totally ignorant ?”
“Thar’s something, Major, in the Good
Book, that says the children is to suffer for
ther father’s sins, down to the third an’ fourth
generations. I’m afeard Mist on the Mounting
will be in some such fix. Thar’s more chance
of your gettin’ off than her. It’s law, an’ law
can’t be broke.” ._-
“Yes, but a bad law, an unjust one—one,
the breaking of which is better than the
observance.’ ; ;
“Thar’s no ust a talkin’, Major—good, bad
or indifferent, law’s law. hen the law
come a settlin’ down. onto me, almost gougin’
the very vitals out, I thought it was a most
mighty mean; pestiverous sort: o’ thing, an’
I'd move whar thar wan’t men nor law. But
it’s no ust tryin’. Men’s everywhar, an’ where
ther’s men ther’s law. It’s a nateral conse-
quence, an’ you’ye allers. got to knock under
or get the worst of it, Dm sorry for ye—
blamed sorry—but it stands to reason ; you
took away a darter—you must give one back.
Tt’s a fair shake, anyway. Now zou mout,
perhaps, a heard this afore many days, when
they bring you afore the council, but I thort
Td let ye know what war comin’, an’ what
mout be expected. ve a friendly feelin’
toward ye, an’ T’ye got, besides this here, a
proposition to make. P’raps yer won’t agree,
but there’s no harm done to either of us a
makin’ it.” ;
¥ Go on. Let me hear what you have to
“Wal, it’s nothin’ more than this. A white
man, with these here savages, considerin’
their losses jist lately, ain’t 0’ no account at
all. To speak straight up and down, the
strong probabilities are that ye’ll get Injun
justice, an’ a stand at the stake afore two
days is over. I hain’t, in ordinary times,
any too much influence, but just now Tye got
none at all, There’s only one way of savin’
yer life, an’ nothin’ but the: force o’ circum-
stances would make me willin’- to help
ye adopt that. If yer’ll give me yer promise
to let our, laws take their course, an’ never
attempt the rescue of ac darter, T'll guide ye
safely through the, village, an’ once out, ti
see that ye make yer escape to yer friends,
who, I know are a waitin’ for yer.” i helt
A sneer, most contemptuous in expression,
Swept across the face of the Major at. this
proposition ; though, to some extent; his heart
warmed toward Rutter. That the renegade
was in earnest in his efforts to help him to
escape, he did not doubt, but it. touched his
Sense of honor deeply that he could be deemed
capable of so base an action as leaving his
own dear daughter to be bro might up in the
lodges of the red-skins, Mastering the
36
indignant desire to express his feelings in full,
he quietly and firmly responded ;
“Such a proposition is one which is either
a deliberate insult, or the result of a total
misunderstanding of all of man’s finer sensi-
bilities. Think you that I would, for the
bare privilege of existence, sell my own flesh
and blood into everlasting misery and dis-
grace? Your residence with the savages
must have totally blunted all the nicer per-
ceptions of your soul, if you make this offer
with a serious belief that I would lean toward
its acceptance. No, Rutter, better captivity
or death, than life’ and misery purchased at
such a price.”
The renegade did not take umbrage at the
decided tone in which his offer was rejected.
A slight cloud of disappointment, a shade of
regret—these were apparent on his face.
Mingled with them was a feeling of added
respect, which the Major’s self-abnegation
could not help but elicit. For a moment he
stood silent, as if he were done, and would
leave without further entreaty; then, having
hitherto kept it as a dernier resort, he brought
forth that which he thought might shake the
resolve even of a man as firm as Robison.
“JT don’t blame yer fur what ye say. I
didn’t hardly suppose ye’d accept the offer
I made yer, but ’twas no harm to try. Ef
ye was to give in now, I’ll allow my good
opinion of ye would suffer some; still I'd
like to see yer leavin’ ef it could be done
with justice to me an’ the Blackfeet. I'll tell
yer one ae more, holdin’ it out as a sort of
inducement for ye to leave, and as a free gift
in case anything might turn up, and you
should git out 0’ the lines an’ free to locomote
in these here western regions.”
Waving Plume and Patsons sat intently
listening to the conversation, and the rene-
gade cast a side look at them.
“Come furder over, Major,’ said he.
“ What I hey to tell is a secret as long as you
stay here. Ef you get once away, I'll trust
to yer good sense fur tellin’ it to any one ye
choose. Here, it wouldn’t be right to say any
thing too much to too many.”
When Robison had removed to the oppo-
site corner of the hut, Tom Rutter, in a low
tone, continued :
“T know what yer lookin’ fur, and I can
tell ye whar to find it. I’ve wondered, some-
times—fur I’ve bin a watchin’ ye fur a couple
o’ year—how it come ye didn’t stumble on it
long afore. It’s thar, an’ it’s plenty—all it
wants is the takin’ of it. I’m the one as kin
tell you whar to look, an’ I b’lieve I'll do it.”
At another time, and under other circum-
stances, this declaration would have sent a
thrill of delight to the’ soul of the listener.
Now it appeared to him like the voice of the
evil one, and the offer but as a temptation to
swerve him from the path which all honor,
truth, justice and inclination, commanded
him to walk in. Stepping a pace backward,
he, by the waning and unsteady light which
flickered in the dim room, looked the man
firmly in the eye, at the same time raising both
hands with the palms toward Rutter, a gesture
meant to be forbidding and deprecatory.
FREE TRAPPERS’ PASS.
“Cease, cease! Do not think that the
search which, for the past few years, I have
followed with such unremitting eagerness, has
been suffered to become the all-absorbing pas-
sion of my life. Gold I have sought—but in
a fair and open way, not at the expense of
honor. I desire no revelation, for I tell you
plainly that all the mines of Golconda, all the
wealth of Ophir, spread in their glittering
richness before me, would not serve to change
my unaltered resolution.” s
But Rutter stood stolid and unmoved at
this hastily delivered appeal.
“Don’t misunderstand me, Major. I ain’t
goin’ to try to buy ye over to myidear. I’m
only in a friendly sort 0’ way goin’ to say to
yer what may be o’ some use some day. Yer
may have the luck to git out o’ this, an’ then
what I, Tom Rutter, outcast, an’ turn coat,
who’s left cursed civilization un’ still more
cursed law, ahind him, and joined runnagade
to a band o’ cut-throat red-skins, am sayin’,
may help a sort o’honest man to git clar o’
diffikilties that the blasted foxes of the East |
tried to heap on him.”
As the moments wore on, and Rutter’s con-—
versation with the Major became more earnest, ©
more and more of the true, inside man of the
renegade came to sight. Underneath the un-~
coutkh, the positively ungainly, face and form,
there lay something worthy of admiration. ”
Inflexible and pitiless to appearance—his jus-—
tification of his actions at the first sight”
altogether one of quibbles—yet, in his voice
lurked a sort of honest eloquence which won
belief in spite of prejudice. Waving Plume
and the worthy Jacob, from their positions —
being, to the louder portion of the conversa-
tion, listeners, felt a strauge yearning toward
discu,
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him. To Parsons, the meaning of the past the re;
few years became as a dream, and the voice —
of Rutter fell upon his ears, as it fell of old,”
when, on one blanket, they slept before the
same camp fire. {
“One condition only would I make with
you, Major. What I’ve got to tell is a secret
between you and me, till you get beyond the —
range of the Blackfeet. If so it happens, —
that you die here, the secret dies too. If you
get away, its your own, and yer free to tell
who you choose. Is it a bargain?” ;
For one moment only did Robison hesitate,
then he responded: Py eg
“As a bribe, I would not at any risk receiy,,
the information, but under these circumstan-
ces I will not refuse to hear what you haye to
say. As for the condition I may well agree
to it, for the chances are that I will have no
inducement to break it.”
“Then, Major, listen.
Waving Plume turned away, and closed his
ears, lest any stray sound might enter and
disclose the secret which was to be divulged
to the Major alone. Jake, on the contrary,
had both ears open to their widest extent ;
bound, if possible, to take in all the salient
points of the revelation. If he expected to
hear anything, he was doomed to disappoint-
ment, for the low whisper in which Rutter
spoke, precluded all but his intended listener
from learning any thing of the matter under
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THE CAPTIVES’ ATTEMPTED ESCAPE.
discussion. For five or ten minutes Tom
spoke rapidly in this low tone—then, once
more raising his voice, he said:
“That's all I hey to tell yer, an’ now all
that’s left is to say good-bye. I expect to
leave on a scout to-the North in the mornin’,
an’ don’t much expect ever to see ye agin’.
I'm sorry for ye all; but I can’t of right help
ye.” f
For amoment the torch flared up with a
brilliant glow, revealing the inside of the hut,
the renegade and the three prisoners, then the
the sight of
er, while in
the darkness which ensued, Tom Rutter
silently stole away:
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CHAPTER X.
Waving Plume at Liberty.
wi ie he
Tue night wore on. The sighing winds
crept slowly around the wigwam, or sorrow-
fully wailed up the streets of the Blackfoot
village. The dim, ghostly circle around the
moon deepened into blackness; dim clouds
grew in size, looming forebodingly, and a
chill, damp feeling filled the air. Without the
wigwam, which served as a prison for Major
Robison and his friends, three dusky warrior
‘sentinels stalked, their arms well secured
under ‘olds of their close wrapped blank-
ets. Silence came, lik ton-down, upon the
surrounding village, and all was quiet.
From within came no sound indicative of
aught of life; but by the light of the low-burned,
smouldering brand, three persons held a
whispered conversation. It was Wavin,
Plume, who first, after the disappearance: of
the renegade, spoke out and asked his com-
panions to make, at least, one more desperate
attempt to escape. It was Wayin ‘lume
who first spoke of what all three had before
been thinking.
“ Time hurries on, Major, and the hour of
midnight must be well past. To remain
here is certain death, and that, too, without
having the consolation of knowing that there-
by we are in the least benefitting your
daughter. Darkness, without, appears to be
thick, and guards slacking in their vigilance
teF_You, then, to a desperate try for
and liberty ?” ;
“No need to ask me that question, Archer.
‘I have that to nerve me for the struggle
which may come; and much of all one loves,
hangs trembling in the balance. Here are
we, with unbound hands, our lives, and the
lives of our friends at stake—the chance of
success, to one of us, at least, tolerable—why
then should we delay ?”: i
» “Right, by mighty, Major. Why the
thunder and bloody. blazes shouldn't we
iron and butcher, yet, I’d feel good fur the hull
cussed yillage’ myself. Here’s for a drift
through the crowd, a fight in the dark, and a
good hard lick fur freedom.” }
“Time lost in debating will not be regained.
start right off. Ef I only hed my shootin’.
37
Everything looks favorable for our plans. If
I mistake not, it was but a friendly turn of :
Tom Rutter that allowed me to be ushered in
here with my hands free—he knowing that I
would not four hesitate to unloose your
cords. Let us hasten to leave.”
The step of the sentinels without had
ceased. A low murmur of conversation came
in from the corner opposite tothe door. The
men without had seen Jake Parsons and
young Archer most thoroughly bound, and
they had not the slightest suspicion but what
Major Robison was in the same predicament.
A thought of bad faith from Tom Rutter
never crossed their minds. With such sub-
jects as might beguile their savage minds,
they kept up their conversation, leaving the
tight binding withes which had entwined the
wrists of their captives, and the chance of
fortune to take care of the prisoners. Thus,
in silence, and with lips somewhat quivering,
and hearts almost silenced.-in their beating,
the three stole out, all unarmed, save the heavy
hunting-knife which Waving Plume carried
in his bosom.
Robison and Parsons crept along side by
side ; but Charles Archer followed some half
dozen paces in the rear, covering the retreat,
and occupying, as he thought, the post of dan-
er.
. A couple of minutes elapsed, some twenty
or thirty rods had been cautiously covered by
the fugitives—they had crossed the open
circle which surrounded the prison wigwam
and the council chamber of the village, and
were just entering upon the most difficult
part of the enterprise. To steal through the
numberless lodges which lay scattered around,
each lodge containing half a dozen light-
sleeping, vigilant, blood-thirsty foes, was, by
itself, no light undertaking. But they were
too well versed in savage life not to have
already thought of another and still greater
danger. Even though the sentinels at the
deserted wigwam. did not discover their
escape, or some sleepless watcher catch the
faint echo of their tread, that inevitable con-
comitant of every aboriginal village, the dogs,
would be almost: certaim to scent them’ as
they passed. But with careful foot and
swelling heart they pressed on through the
darkness over the terra incognita which lay
before them. :
A faint sound of pattering fect, following
close behind, saluted the ’ear of Waving
Plume, so that, with knife drawn, and in a
crouching position, he awaited the nearer ap-
proach of the object. It proved to be some-
thing which is but rarely met with—a really
courageous Indian dog. With only a single
bark, with only a low, deep growl, he sprang
strait at the neck of Archer. 4
He, however, on his guard, threw up his
left arm to ward off the attack, at the same
time striking a powerful blow at the side of
the animal. It proved a fatal one, for, with
a sound, the ‘mere repetition of his warning
growl, he fell lifeless to the ground; while our
hero, withdrawing his steel, turned to follow
in the track of his still advancing friends.
They, not perceiving that he had stopped,
:
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38 Th
silently continued their journey, leaving their
rear guard to stand with his reeking knife
firmly clasped in his hand, perplexedly listen-
ing in the endeavor to guess the direction
taken by his companions.
Evil and good are inscrutably connected in
this life. What at first sight seemed to be an
unmitigated evil, turned out to be a positive
blessing. The conflict with the dog, short as
it was, proved to be the salvation of the man.
Up through the dark, some distance ahead,
rose a thrilling, heart-piercing yell, followed
by other yells and shouts, and something that
sounded very much like most hearty curses,
flung out with right free will from the mouth
of the stout limbed, free-thinking trapper,
Jake Parsons, Esq.
Thoughts crowded thick and fast through
the mind of the lone white man, who, listened
to the shouting, struggling melee ahead.
What was) the real duty of true manhood?
Was it to rush forward, and with his good
hunting-knife attempt to carve their way
through all opposition?’ Madness! As but
a straw, would be the help of his feeble arm.
Yell after yell in quick succession, from every
direction, quivered through the murky dark-
ness. A dozen Blackfeet were upon and
around the Majorand his staunch ally—while
a score more were rushing to the scene of
action. Coming toward him he heard the
quick patter of. rushing footsteps; from the
opened door of the Council-house a broad
glare of light flashed out—sounds of hurrying
and noise of war-whoops—these, to his ears,
seemed to chaunt the death-note of his free-
dom. What should he do; whither should
he turn?
The village was long and narrow; the
three had been traversing the street length-
ways; the lodges lay close together. Scarce
daring to hope, knowing that to go forward
or to turn back, alike would precipitate him
into the arms of his foes, he threw himself
upon the ground, and silently crawled to the
side of the nearest hut; barely reaching its
friendly shade as from the uplifted door-mat
bright streaks of light shot forth. The war-
whoop of the issuing warrior sounded pain-
fully near, and cold chills curdled the blood
of Waving Plume, but a whirlwind of noise
swept by, and still he was undiscovered.
Torches gleamed along the street, but yet he
lay perdu. x
The unequal conflict could not last long.
Twenty stout men precipitated upon two,
and they unarmed, must necessarily over-
whelm them, The Major ceased his struggles
and the curses of Parsons were hushed. So,
as the torches flamed away in the darkness,
and heavy-browed, red-faced men sought for
the third captive, Waving Plume went crawl-
ing off at right angles to his former course.
ords paint actions. Actions are in-
stantaneous, as it were, but the artist’s work is
a labor of time. All this passed suddenly,
with a glitter and glare of immediateness
ae almost blinded; we take our time to
tell it.
In five minutes Archer had extricated
himself from the village, had traversed a dis-
FREE TRAPPERS’ PASS.
tance of a hundred yards due west, and had
then, with a Westerner’s instincts, turned and
struck a course almost due south. To the
south were friends; to the south help, free-
dom.. But, if to the south lay safety, so, to
the south lay danger. Outlying pickets,
returning bands of warriors, a tangled path—
these, and darkness Were before him. But
death howled behind him, and forward, for-
ward through the night, he pressed.
Though much must necessarily be left to
chance, yet Waving Plume did not forget to
turn over in his mind’s eye all the different’
phases of his position, and therefromjdraw a
few gleams of hope. Thesefacts were patent.
That on the trail of the I igh more
or less distant, there were parties; the
white trappers who had fought for the rescue
of Adele at the crossing of the Marias River,
and a war-party of the Crows under the
guidance of the half-breed Antonio. Though
to trust to the word of a half-breed in most
cases would be madness; ‘yet, in this, and
this man in particular, he thought it might be
done. How closely these two parties might
be able to follow the trail, whether their
hearts would bear them up and urge them on
to the commission of so rash an undertaking
as a dash into the very towns of the Black-
feet, how far distant they might be—these
were the main pojnts that agitated the mind
of Charles Archer. Perhaps he was rather _
assured that, could he but once ge
of his foes, then , trusth his
educated instincts good fortune, most
certainly fall in with one or the other of ts
two bands. What he wanted now was a horse
and arms. With his own favorite animal
egotistical in his confidence, yet he i well
under him, his rifle by his side, daylight from —
behind the hills might leap up, and swarms
of pursuers ride hard behind, yet, unscathed
could he rest his limbs that night in a friend-
ly tent; or, perhaps, turn and .give battle for
Adele.
Adele! Now that once again he was, in a
measure, free, his thoughts flew back to her,
and dreams of rescue floated through his:
brain. Adele, the golden-haired and blue-
eyed, Adele the beautiful! She was behind
him, he was leaving her at every step, yet the
thought urged him madly on; for he would
return again. Z
Hastening on, his teeth firm, 8% is eye
straining to pierce the darkness, his han
tightly clenching his hunting-knife, there
came suddenly to his ears the sound of a
rapidly approaching horseman. Not far dis-
tant was he, either, and though the danger
of halting was almost commensurate with
that of proceeding, still he thought it best to
halt, and, if possible, escape the notice of the
coming foe. For not one Moment could he
suppose that any but a foe might ride so.
recklessly in such close proximity to the In-
dian town.
Halting, then, he threw himself at full
length upon the ground, hoping that good
fortune and the darkness of the night might
once again befriend him. At three yards
distance he was invisible; it would be a keen
start. .
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A DESPERATE ACT.
scented man, indeed, who might detect his
presence.
The steed came nearer, the soft ground and
tangled prairie grass, deadening, though not
destroying the sounds heralding his approach.
So directly did he appear to be approaching
him, that suddenly an unthought of idea gain-
ed footing in the mind of the lone white
man; a new and strong hope springing up
in‘his breast. It would be a desperate deed ;
one on which much was staked, yet, if execu-
ted in the spirit in which it was conceived, it
might, indeed, be most successful.
rawing his limbs warily up under him,
every nerve strung to its tightest tension, his
sole weapon, his knife, more firmly held than
ever, half crouching, half kneeling, facing
bravely southward, his eyes piercing the
ne till they could just see a dim shadow,
aving Plume waited for the moment to
arrive, when he should cast the probably
fatal. Ss
Onw: and still onward the red-man
swept. He was a scout who brought up the
rear, a brave, bold warrior, one of the first in.
the tribe; and he bore great tidings. He
knew of the pursuing Crows, and he had at
sunset counted the forms of the hardy, trap-
pers, who doggedly held on their way along
the concealed trail. His horse was light and
swift, his arms, not only the bow and scalp-
ing-knife, but also the deadly rifle, slung on
his shoulder; in form and muscle, he was no
child to encounter with. »
Suddenly, from the very ground at his feet,
arose a form, shadowy and spectral, reaching
one arm toward the head of his steed, the
other brandished back. Startled, his self
possession most sternly attacked, almost stun-
ned by this Jo apparition, his hand bore
hard on the leathern thong of his bridle, and
a twitch of the wrist, sought to turn the horse
to one side. But, though the nerves of the
rider were steel, not so with the animal he
bestrode; and, though coming to a halt so.
suddenly as to be thrown back upon its
haunches, farther than that, he refused to do.
So, as the hand of the warrior sought for the
ready tomahawk, the phantom form gave a
bound forward, the next moment, with a
sweeping, hissing sound, the knife of Archer
went hilt-home to the heart of the red-man.
Only an arm of iron could have controlled
tbe wild boundings of the frightened horse,
48 BO rider fell from him; but Waving
Plume, cod! and self-possessed, clung to him,
and, with gentle words and firm hand, at
length somewhat quieted him. The rifle of
the dead brave was an unexpected treasure,
and it, with corresponding ammunition, was
speedily transferred to the keeping of the
white man. Possessed, then, of steed and
fire-arm, with foes behind and friends before,
careless—reckless—of pursiters and pickets,
straightforward through the gloom, dashed
the escaped prisoner.
Soméwhist tired was the steed, but the
clouds rifted, the wailing winds sighed more
softly, the moon again beamed out bright ;
and ‘as hours sped on, and were thrown back-
ward by the flying hoofs, the bright auroras
89
tinged the eastern clouds, and John Howell,
from his look-out by the foot of a thickly
wooded hill, keeping sharp guard while his
companions slept, caught glimpse of a strange
figure, mounted on a foam flecked and weary
steed, bearing down full and hard upon him. °
So too, with Antonio, the half-breed, who,
with the Crows following in his footsteps,
had pushed on, and had, on the previous day,
overtaken the trappers. He and Howell,
together watching, descried the unknown
figure, and, at first were somewhat ruffled in
their minds, but at length, with a joyous clap.
of the hand upon his thigh, Howell shouted:
“Waving Plume, by mighty !”
—_——.
CHAPTER XI.
Attack on the Blackfoot Village — Rescue
the Fidionane” -
SomEwHarT cleared was the weather, and
morning dawned with a great red flame in
the east, spreading broad and wide, and look-
ing glorious enough; yet speaking somewhat
illy for the chance of a clear day. The old
trappers, weather-wise from oft repeated
summer bronzing and winter freezing, studied
the morning sky with anxious eyes, and at
length, turned their heads eastward with
ominous shakes, for, rain-hardened as they
were, they did not at all fancy camping out
through rain, fog, and chilly wind, with no
fire or exercise to keep warm their numbing
a Yet, this was what they at first pro-
posed. ‘
Waving Plume, had, after a few minutes
of rest, revealed to them the greater part
of the renegade’s conversation with the
Major and himself, and then asked their
opinion as to what had best be done. There
followed, then, somewhat of a difference of
opinion; some being for immediate action, .
some being for a night attack, while one or
two others thought it would be best to ap-
proach to the very outskirts of the town
during that nigh en, when day had
fairly dawned, to . These®Wcing so
much in the mini ith that stubborn-
ness so common to mankind, held their opin-
ions so stoutly, that they won over to their
side, first one and then another of their oppos-
ers, until, of the white men, Waving Plume
was the only man apparently unconvinced.
But to him, there arose some strange fear;
and. doubting whether his comrades were not
making a mistake, he proposed that Antonio,
who had hitherto held his peace with most
masterly reticence, should give his views on
the subject, The half-breed accordingly ex-
pressed his opinions at full length, and some-
what after this manner. :
The white men were all right and all
wrong. ay might do as they choose; but
he was afraid that if they waited until the
next day, they would never catch another
limpse of either Major Robison or their
friend, the trapper, Jake Parsons; that of
course, Tom Rutter might have been telling
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40
the truth, but that it was doubtful, and his
opinion was, that in case the afternoon should
become clear—the clouds disappearing, the
rain ceasing, the sun shining out in any .de-
gree clear and warmer—the Major and friend
would probably go the way of all flesh, yield-
ing up their mortal lives in obedience to the
decision of the great council, being made a
bonfire of for the especial gratification of the
men, women, and children of the “Charred
Stick” section of the Blackfoot tribe. In
case, howeyer, the rain began again, and
kept descending at any great rate, they might
then remain where they were, resting assured
that the captives were safe for the time being.
Taking this view of the case, it appeared
to be a delicate matter, indeed, for them to re-
main under cover during the day ; for, were
Robison and the trapper sacrificed, no matter
what vengeance they might afterward take,
the success of the expedition would be not
complete. Though it might do for them to defer
their attack until the next morning, still,
with even a bare possibility of every thing
amiss, was it safe, was it politic to do so?
Again. Though, altogether they were a
formidable band yet, unless, taking the Black-
feet by surprise, would they be able to over-
come them? And, could they lie perdu dur-
ing the whole of the day, unseen by Indian
scouts? Were not the chances of detection
as imminent to them standing still, as to them
moving? In close consultation, this seemed
to be the opinion.
A glance at the situation of all parties,
showing the position to be favorable to those
advancing to the rescue, were the explana-
tions of Antonio and several of the Crow
scouts, who had, in time past, ventured to
penetrate into this region. The distance to
the village was some eight or ten miles, in a
direct line; the village lay right under the
foot of the mountains, and could be ap-
proached under cover, from the south side,
to within a few hundred rods. In case the
could only get to the village unperceived,
they might charge in upon the enemy unex-
pectedly, and by a suddenness of onslaught,
joined by fiercene; tack, utterly route
them. at. rem, r them, then, was
to decide whether ey could, in broad
daylight, traverse these eight or nine miles
without their approach being detected. An-
tonio thought they could. At least, he was
for trying it, inasmuch as, should the night
be clear, they would have then almost as
much difficulty in progressing, perhaps, even
more, for then the Blackfeet, half suspecting
that some such effort might be made, would
be doubly on the alert, with sentinels posted
and ears half open, even in sleep, to catch
_ any suspicious sound. In the daytime there
was less danger. The Indians did not proba-
. bly know of the strong force of Crows who
were on the war-trail, and the half dozen
trappers who had struggled so bravely at the
Marias crossing, would not be likely to make
any serious open demonstration, in the face
of such overwhelming numbers. For this
reason, vigilance would be relaxed. Then,
_ if they had immediate and serious designs
FREE TRAPPERS’ PASS.
against the lives of the prisoners, that would
fill their minds to a great extent, and, keeping
them from hunting or scouting expeditions,
gathering them about the council chamber,
and the great black stake in front of it, more
than ever conduce to the success of a day
attack.
Some shook their heads thoughtfully, some
considered long, yet, finally all admitted the
force of Antonio’s argument, and as their
hasty morning meal was eaten, and the sun
well up, it appeared, if they intended to go
on at all, that it was time to start.
With caution, skirting the hills, climbing -
over rocks and boulders, keeping well in the
shade of the friendly cotton-wood, for the
most part following the course of a little
stream of water, which, almost dry a week
ago, was now nearly a river, in silence the
little army advanced.
At length, Providence seemed to smile on
their efforts. Several hours flitted by, and,
though they were compelled, from the neces-
sities of the case, to travel slowly, at least
one third of the distance had been traversed.
Not once, so far, had the shadow of danger
lowered across their path; no sound of crush-
ing footsteps, no noise of echoing voices had
fallen on their ear. :
Once, indeed, the band stopped—the scouts
upon the right-flank have uttered a low
warning hiss, and, almost instantly, men and
horses had crouched low to the ground. It
was no immediate danger though—only two
mounted men, as many miles away, scouting
‘southward upon the trail of Waving Plume.
At sight of this, the face of Antonio became
suddenly grave, here was a something he had
forgotten. Though the trail of the Crows
had been concealed as ca y a8 possible,
and there was but little danger of their last
night’s camping-ground being otherwise, ex-
cept. by accident, lit upon, yet, here was the
trail of Waving Plume, a plain finger board
to lead them to it! An hour or so wou
pass, these two men would act. vigilantly,
but quickly, they would reach the deserted
spot, they would yeconnoiter, and then, at
racing speed gallop home, alarming the vil-
lage before they, in their slow and cautious |
march could reach it.
Something must evidently be done to avert
this catastrophe; and accordingly he singled
out four of his best men, and hastily gave them
their directions. Two were to nga sae
to the place of their last night’s rést, with
the speed they could command, and endeavor,
while the Blackfeet might be approaching
them on the traces of Archer, to pick them
off. The other two were to remain where
they were, until the scouts might have either
passed out of sight, or at least reached such
distance, as that. they would be unable, at
that distance, and under unsusp!¢cious circum-
stances, to recognize as Crows, the men in
the rear of them. Should then, the enemy
escape the ambush, they were to try and
bring them down, even risking their lives in
a close and hand-to-hand encounter. These
dispositions being made, and a little wished
for rest haying been gained by the halt, they
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PREPARATIONS TO BURN THE CAPTIVES. 41
' again pressed onward, more cautiously than
eyer, keeping under cover.
At length, to the advanced guard, Antonio,
Biting Fox, and a Crow brave, the wished-for
spot came into sight. Then, under the hill-
side almost, with its bark-roofed wigwams,
brown and sultry under the summer sun,
with its inhabitants glorying in the approach-
ing sacrifice, and all unconscious of any in-
terruption, the village of the “ Charred Stick”
shone up as a welcome mark to the approach-
ing party.
hen ar main body came up, it was halt-
ed, while the three went forward to thoroughly
reconnoiter the woods. Nothing suspicious
appeared for atime, When, at Tength, they
had almost arrived at that spot from which
Pe, oan to debouch in their coming as-
sault, they found marks of recently-present
men. Among the green trees and underbrush
were bare spots, and the old trapper shud-
dered while the half-breed gave him a signifi-
cant glance—preparations had been made for
the sacrifice. A strong party had been there
that morning, gathering wood, and it took no
prophet to tell what thd was for.
Silence reigned here now; the woods were
empty—evidently all the supplies needed had
been obtained, and it was little likely that an
invading footstep from the village would then
be met with during the remainder of the day.
Two of tem remained to watch, while the
third, the Crow brave, was sent back to state
what had been seen, and to bring up the
rest.
This duty of his was hastily performed, and
in an hour, silently, and with hearts perhaps
a little wildly beating, near half a hundred
stern, grim men, were but a rifle shot’s dis-
tance from the village, waiting but the signal
for attack.
Once more Antonio offered to attemp
unseen approach to the enemy, to find jout
their position and employment; and th
now the endeavor was one of more difficulty
than when he undertook it under cover of
- darkness, at the camp of the hollow log, yet.
with the same fierce self-reliance he proceede
on his way.
The inequalities of the ground and the ad-
vantages of occasional bushes and trees,
served a good purpose for the time, and he
safely arrived almost within earshot of the
town. Pausing at the top of a little knoll, he
O\‘brough, as well as was sheltered by,
a thorn 00 sh. :
Through an opening in the wigwams, he
caught sight of the clear space in front of the
council-chamber. He saw, too, a crowd there
—the old and young, men women and child-
ren loudly shouting, while from their prison
house was led the two white men—Major
Robison and Parsons. -
Instantly all doubts were, in his mind, re-
solved ; the time for the sacrifice had arrived,
and prompt and decisive action was necessary.
With some caution, to be-sure, yet in haste,
and more than once exposing. himself to sight,
had there been any prying eyes peering from
the village, in the direction of the mountain,
Antonio sought the presence of the trappers
and his brayes. They, anxiously watching,
with beating hearts, awaited his reappear-
ance.
When he was once more in their midst, it
did not take long for him to explain the com-
motion in the village, or to give them a full
understanding of its cause.
“To horse!” whisperingly shouted Waving
Plume. :
“To horse and forward! No time to lose
now in idle calculation. We have already
weighed the cost of this our undertaking.
There is no one here, I take it, who could
hang behind; so forward.”
Through the bushes, and out upon the
plain, filed the half hundred strong army..
Fierce yells and savage songs of exultation
spurred on their footsteps, though they pro-
ceeded cautiously enough. The wigwams
between them and the council square con-
cealed them from view. Scarce a hundred
yards off strong arms sought their weapons,
brave hearts made their resolves, a low voice
shouted “forward!” and, like an arrow of.
death, the whole body swept on into the nar-
row street.
Far off upon the plain, a faint rifle-crack
echoed—it was the death-note of the Blackfoot
scouts, sounded by the arms of themen whom
ntonio had left behind to watch. A light
fir of smoke went up from the centre of the
odges. A stalwart Indian was applying the
torch to the funeral pyre of the two captives.
Another long-drawn yell went quivering up
from the throats of the assemblage, and then
—how the answering note went fiercely
humming up, and how the blood went surg-
ing back into suddenly terror-stricken breasts,
and how the cry of triumph changed to the
wail of terror! The surprise was complete;
Waving Plume and his followers came fiercely,
charging home upon them.
thunder-clap, coming from a clear sky,
b not more Eton upon the ear
than to the wholly-occupied lackfeet_ came
wild war-whoop of the Crows, and the
eaer shouts of the white trappers. But time
to recover, or even time for astonishment to
reach its highest pitch, was not granted to
them. Ina monient the air was black with
hurtling arrows and blue, curling, sulphurous
smoke. A blast of death, sudden, blinding
and fatal, swept over the doomed Indians.
“Press them home—forward—no halting,”
was the cry, and no breathing-spell was given,
for, following the discharge of missiles came
crashing blows with the war-club, and quick
home-strokes with the tomahawk or knife.
Defenseless heads were cloven, unarmed
braves stricken down in their tradks—even
flight from such a sudden and fiery onset,
was, for the moment, unthought of. A score
of corpses strewed the, ground; as many
wounded men poured out their life’s blood; a
score fled. :
Though in the attack the Crows under
Antonio confined their attention exclusively
to the extermination of their foes, the whites,
after the first fire, were content to bend their
energies more to the effecting of that for
which the expedition, by them, at least, was
e%
more particularly: undertaken—the rescue of
the three prisoners. While Antonio and his
men swept on past the stake without heeding
what was there transpiring, Waving Plume
and his friends there halted.
And it was well they did so. A gigantic
. Indian, the master of the ceremonies, a great
brave, and, as one might say, the chief execu-
tioner of that section of the tribe, stood, with
hatchet upraised, just as Charles Archer
rushed to the rescue. To send a pistol-ball
humming through his brain was the work of
but an instant, then, as the great corpse set-
tled, with a noiseless quiver, to the ground,
half a dozen hands dashed aside the already
‘burning faggots, and cut the tight-binding
cords which encircled the limbs of the cap-
tives.
Parsons gaye a great whoop as he felt the
blood once more freely circling through his
‘veins, and the prospect of sudden and hor-
rible death no longer so unwinkingly staring
him in the face; but the Major grasped his
son’s hand in silence, then turned with anx-
ious eye toward a group of women and
children who were ranged in front of thé
council-house. .
“ Adele,” said he, stretching out his hand ;
“is she there?”
But Waving Plume’s quick eye had alread,
pierced to where Adele, pale and thoughtt
sat between two squaws, and, followed by
Ned Hawkins and Howell, was, in a moment,
by her side. She, throwing herself forward,
stood leaning with her arms resting upon the
pommel of his saddle; the next mifute the
strong arms of Archer had lifted ‘her into
place in front of him; a moment more, and
she was in the arms of her father. ;
There was much of cruelty in it, surely—a
daughter thus being brought out to witness:
the death of her father—but, as one who was |
to be adopted into the tribe, as one
they would endeavor to transform inf
Indian, there was also tact in it. It mi
have a benumbing effect, to be sure, but
a searing and a hardening one. After sucha
sight, what would the ordinary scenes of In-
dian life, red and. bloody though they might
be, amount to? Thus, placed in the circle
allotted to the women and children, she saw
her father led forth, saw the blue smoke com-
mence to curl around him, and saw, too—
glorious sight—the charging on of the part
coming to the rescue. Mist and dream-like it
appeared, yet there was the reality of a truth-
ful, a very truthful dream about it ; as, at last
united to him, she lay sobbing on her parent’s
breast, with one hand clasping that of her
brother Hugh. : "
Some resistance had been met with; here
and there, dropped from his horse like a
worm-eaten apple, flung by the shaking wind
from the parent tree, could be seen the corpse
of a Crow; but the attack was too sudden,
vigorous and vindictive to be withstood, even
though the superiority of numbers was, at
first, in favor of the surprised rather than the
surprisers. Antonio, on his great, black steed,
careered around, a very fiend of death, and
the victorious -war-whoop rang loud and fierce,
FREE TRAPPERS’ PASS.
To the trappers, now that their mission had
been accomplished, but little remained to do.
The present state of affairs gaye little promise
of any severe fighting, and, with no distinct
desire for revenge burning in their bosoms,
they neither wished to engage in nor to be-
hold an indiscriminate slaughter, or the more
disgusting operation of scalping the dead.
ie we have already stated, some of the
Crows had fallen—their horses were now
riderless and unclaimed. It did not take the
trappers long to catch two of them, and the
party moved slowly out of, and away from
to look back at it with something like a feel-
ing of regret, as though he would. have liked
to have “raised har,” and taken part in
scrimmage which had occurred. ,
Riding slowly, now and then looking
waiting on the cee of their Indian allies,
the afternoon wore on. :
“Ef you think them are Crows’! be ‘long
’em,” remarked Parsons. “They'll camp
thar, in Oe erage rams, sure as thun-
der. Them Crows fain’t an artum o’ pru-
nce in ther constitootion, an’ is jist fools
10ugh to lay around till some o’ the run-
vem out. Ef yer would take my advice,
there’d be a straight coat-tail mage out o
these here diggins, without ‘valle
body. .
“There is a’ good deal of sense in what you
say, Parsons, and I think we will at least
partly aét upon it,” responded Robison. “We
will gain a fair offing, and camp for the night
at least half a dozen miles from the neigh-
borhood.”
Ned Hawkins now mentioned the place
where they had spent the previous night, and
it Was agreed upon to proceed to that spot,
there, for a while, remain. Meanwhile
versation in the little party was brisk.
af en picks up a crowd large enough to wipe
on any-
t / All had something to say, and tongues ran
fast, though none ran faster than that of the
hero of our story, Waving Plume. What all
in a low tone he repeated to Adele,we do not
intend here to rehearse; but that it was some-
thing interesting, from the way smiles and
blushes chased each other over her face, we-
do not doubt.
As the billows of darkness surged up from
the eastern shore, rolling down upon and
over the few shining sands 01,
coast of day, all were dismounted; ‘a’ oceu-
pying the camping-place of the preceding
night. Scarce, however, had he finished his
share of the lyasty meal, when Parsons re-
mounted his newly-acquired horse, and
turned his footsteps in the direction of the
village. Not that he was anxious for plun-
der, but it occurred to him that, through the
agency of the Blackfeet, he was minus a
horse, rifle, and other necessary equipments,
which he might regain by edit back. To
be sure he was, even now, indifferently well
supplied; but suppose some Crow widow
should chance to lay claim to his outfit, there
would be but one way to retain it, and Jake
Parsons had no anxiety for a wife. *
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THE MAJOR SUCCESSFUL AT LAST.
The next.morning he came dashing into
camp on a fine-looking mustang, his title to
which no one but a Blackfoot could dispute ;
while from his shoulder was again slung the
old rifle which had done him long and good
service. A few miles behind came a black
line of forms, which all knew to be the Crows,
while in the distance rose black smoke and
forked tongues of red flame, the last of the
Charred. Stick village.
“Cussed imprudent that,’ muttered Ned
Hawkins. “What the deuce does the red
critters mean? That’s a beacon-light as will
bring all the Injuns within a hundred mile 0’
here right down to inquire what it’s all about,
and I rathyer guess thar’s nigh onto enough
to wipe out the hull on us, and not have a
grease-spot left, ef they once had the show of
a fair chance. Nothin’ left us but a clean run
out o’ the inemy’s country.”
“ And that is, I suppose, what Antonio ex-
_ pects us to make,” responded Hugh, who had
heard the remark. “He is not the sort of a
man to lead a foray of this kind, without
leaving behind some plain traces of his pro-
gress. Parsons seems to be little inclined to
say much of what was going on at the vil-
lage, and we may infer from that that it has
gone hard with whoever was found there.”
“Purty condemned hard? . The hull town
7, up, root an’ branch. Not a
durned copper-skin left ; skulps is thicker than
huckleberries. Things went wild.”
The sun was well up by the time Antonio
and his men arrived opposite to the camp,
and, for a. few minutes, halted. A short con-
veysation was held, and some few matters
pertaining to the march were settled ; then,
in affable humor, and with light hearts, they.
struck the back trail.
All danger was not as yet obliterated.
Some few of the foe, whom the chances of
war had spared, rallied, and hung close on
the heels of the retiring invaders. Arrows,
fired by inyisible arms, bullets, aimed by un-
seen hands, would now and then hurtle along
their path. Only one man, and he an Indian,
was strack, but the wound did not even dis-
qualify him for travelling. To be sure it was
unpleasant to hear those missiles of death,
urged from no ee ee whistle in
close proximity; but the Yellowstone River
was reached, and Bill Stevens, now almost
~yerovered from his wound, rejoined them, and
stil).no breach was made-in their numbers.
Here, too, the pursuit seemed to cease.
CHAPTER XII.
The Realization of the Dream.
WE have followed Major Robison and his
daughter through some of the stormy scenes
in their history, and now are fast approach-
ing the completion of our work.
Phough the story told to him by the rene-
on the night when he was urging es-
had much of probability in it, yet, from
ten dashed, he
gade,
cape,
haying had his hopes so 0:
43
feared to place too much confidence in it, or
to allow too high expectations to be raised -in
his breast. For all that, he felt a lingerin
belief that now, perhaps, his wishes would
be realized, and a stern determination to test,
to the fullest extent, the truth of the revela-
tion. As under the circumstances—the late
battles with the Blackfeet, and the troubles
and terrors she had undergone—ghe did not
think it advisable to take with him his daugh-
ter, or, indeed, to leave her immediately, he
determined leaving the region of the Crows,
where he was hospitably entertained, to pro-
ceed to the nearest fort, and leave her, with
her brother, under its protecting guns. Then,
with Waving Plume and Stevens, and the
rest of the trappers, he would journey in
search of the since much quoted Pike’s Peak
A journey of a week and they were safely
at the fort; a stay of another week, and then
Robison and Archer were travelling back to
the hunting-ground of the Crows, there ta
meet with the remainder of the formidable
little band of veyagewrs, who were to accom-
pany them on their exploring tour.
Days and weeks passed before Adele and
her brother, in safe keeping at the fort, heard
from the wanderers. Then, alone, with his
arm in a sling, and a deep arrow wound in
his back, came Howell. He brought good
intelligence, though. The rest of the party
were safe, and in good spirits—more, they
were successful. They had had one hard
skirmish with the Indians, and had suffered
not one of the attacking party to escape, even
though it had required Parsons and Archer
to follow the trail of two of them for nearly
a week. They had discovered that for which
the Major had been so long searching—gold.
Not gold by the shovelful, to be sure, but gola
in large quantities, thick and plenty. Robi
son, Archer and the trappers were made
men. ee
Having brought this pleasing intelligence,
and having remained a week or so to recruit
from the effects of his wounds and the fatigues:
of a long journey, Howell mounted his horse,
slung on his rifle, looked well to his canteen
and provision bag, and turned weswtard
again, leaving Hugh and his sister to watch
and hope. It happened, ‘ood luck, that
the Lieutenant who commanded the fort was
a married man; more fortunately still, his
wife resided with him. Thus Adele found an
agreeable companion of her own sex, render- »
ing her stay not only supportable, but even.
pleasant. As for Hugh, he went hunting, he
rode, he fished, he even took a week’s jour-
ney toward the east; the time rested easy on
his hands. (
Summer faded away, autumn came, and
November’s winds were fiercely Boag
over the plain, when the next intelligence o
the absentees was received. One evening, as
the sun was dropping behind the far-off
mountains, a single horseman was seen ap-
proaching, along the westerly trail, to the
fort. Hugh and Adele, by chance looking
out, saw him coming, and both, at the same
time, recognized him. A few moments later
Ba
and he was clasping their hands, responding ~
Ad
to their eager inquiries concerning the remain-
her of the party.
Successful beyond their highest anticipa-
tions, they might be expected on the follow-
ing day. Then came an account of toils en-
dured and dangers passed, which thrilled the
heart of Adele, and sent a pang of regret into
the breast of Hugh. To have been dallying
at the fort_all those long months, when his
father had been enduring hunger, labor, and
daily danger, was most irksome to think of.
So the evening wore on, and all retired with
bright anticipations for the morrow.
he morrow came, and with it Major
Robison and his hardy, sunbrowned, toilworn
band of attaches; and here, the family re-
united, and all the characters safe, we might
take leave of the reader, with the assurance
that all the greater difficulties which had
clung around the pathway of the Major had
been surmounted. He had found the secret,
and was, even now, a comparatively rich
man. In fact, was there nothing more to re-
late than that they journeyed eastward to
spend the winter, and transact some, to him,
necessary business, returning, again, in the
spring, to toil through many ensuing months;
then perhaps our chronicles would here end.
As it is, we shall not linger long before writ-
ingle inevitable “ finis.”
he connection between Robison and
Waving Plume had been essentially a finan-
cial one. Robison, at one time wealthy, had
been involved in ruinous losses by a financial
crisis, being left, not only broken in fortune,
but heavily in debt. Impelled by various
reasons, he sought the western confines of
civilization, bringing with him his children,
and a few thousands which, being settled on
. them, he did not feel himself called upon to
deliver up to his creditors. Engaging in the
fur. trade to some extent, haying intercourse
with trappers, hunters, voyageurs and Indians,
he heard much of wandering life and wan-
dering manners. From an ¢ld trapper, who,
in a not over sober moment, became loqua-
cious, he gathered a few points which deter-
mined him to drop his business and search
for gold. This was, perhaps, as much on ac-
count of his health as any thing else—his
spirits, and consequently his. constitution,
FREE TRAPPERS’ PASS.
being much broken by the tempestuous life-
storms through which he had lately passed.
Starting out with Ned Hawkins and another,
aman well versed in all western mysteries,
he had roamed far and wide, hunting and
trapping, yet all the time prosecuting his
search and his inquiries. Encountering dan-
ger and difficulties, ‘and, at the same time,
seeing an opportunity of deriving profit
thereby, he determined to gather around him
a band of experienced men, who might, while
pursuing their ayocation, prove also a safe-
guard to him. Returning to the region of
the trading posts, he there found Charles -
Archer, a young man of twenty-one or two,
with plenty of means, a go-ahead disposition,
and who had sought the great west for the
sake of life and adventure. Unfolding to
him his plans and hopes, the Major had in-
duced him to enter into the formation of a
small, but carefully-selected company, and to
penetrate into the regions lying along the
Rocky Mountains. It was this company
whom the reader has found introduced in
these pages, and for the past three years they
had clung well together, traversing all the re-
gion thereabouts, and even scouring the Ore-
gon territory, and the streams that flow into
the Columbia. These three years of life had
made of Archer a perfect adventurer, while
they had endeared him to all with whom he
had come in contact.
One evening, Adele Robison and Archer
stood together, looking through the dim twi-
light, out over the far stretching plains. There
was a smile on her face, both bright and joy-
ous, for Waving Plume held her hand in his,
and whispered into her ear both low and
ey ; :
“Yes, Adele, I have seen much of the
ruder elements of life ; I have drained the cup
of danger, and lived in an atmosphere of
hardship ; but shall I not have my reward ?”
What more he said we know not, but when
her answer came, he printed a kiss upon her
ripe, red lips, and then, with his arm twined
around her waist, the two stood in the fast-
fading twilight of the deep embrasure, whis- ~
pering of hope and love, and bright days to,
come. :
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THE END.
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