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"No doubt she needs it," he replied drily, "and your way is surely a
good one. Yet I doubt if Little Sauk would approve it, and as his
friend, I must speak for him in the matter. Do you say you are also a
prisoner? To what chief?"
"To none," I answered shortly, resolved now to venture all in a trial
of strength. He read this decision in my eyes, and stepped back
warily. At the same instant Toinette flung her arms restrainingly
about my neck.
"Don't, John!" she urged, using my name thus for the first time; "the
savage has a gun hidden beneath his robe!"
I saw the weapon as she spoke, and saw too the angry glint in the
fellow's eye as he thrust the muzzle menacingly forward. As we stood
thus, glaring at each other, a sudden remembrance made me pause.
"Sau-ga-nash"?--surely it was neither more nor less than a Wyandot
expression signifying "Englishman." That broad face was not wholly
Indian; could this be the half-breed chief of whom I had so often
heard? 'Twas worth the chance to learn.
"You are Sau-ga-nash?" I asked, slowly, Toinette still clinging to me,
her face over her shoulder to front the silent savage. "A chief of the
Wyandots?"
He moved his head slightly, with a mutter of acquiescence, his eyes
expressing wonder at the question.
"The same whom the Americans name Billy Caldwell?"
"'T is the word used by the whites."
I drew a quick breath of relief, which caused Mademoiselle to release
her grasp a little, as her anxious eyes sought my face for explanation.
"Recall you a day twelve years ago on the River Raisin?" I asked
clearly, feeling confident now that my words were no longer idle. "An
Indian was captured in his canoe by a party of frontiersmen who were
out to revenge a bloody raid along the valley of the Maumee. That
Indian was a Wyandot and a chief. He was bound to a tree beside the
river bank and condemned to torture; when the leader of the rangers, a
man with a gray beard, stood before him rifle in hand, and swore to
kill the first white man who put flint and steel to the wood. Recall
you this, Sau-ga-nash?"
The stolid face of the listening savage changed, the expression of
revengeful hostility merging into one of undisguised amazement.
"That which you picture has not left my memory," he answered gravely.
"Nor the pledge you gave to that white captain when he brought you
safely to Detroit?" I queried, eagerly.
"Nor the pledge. But what has all this to do here?"
"Only, Sau-ga-nash, that I am Major David Wayland's son."
The Indian sprang forward, his eyes burning fiercely; and thinking his
movement to be hostile, I thrust the girl aside that I might be free to
repel his attack. But he did not touch me, merely peering eagerly into
my face with a keen questioning look that read my every feature.
"You have the nose and forehead," he reflected aloud; "yes, and the
eyes. Before the Great Spirit, I will redeem my pledge; a chief of the
Wyandots cannot lie."
He paused, and I could mark the varied emotions that swayed him, so
deeply was he moved by this strange discovery. Unconsciously my hand
clasped Mademoiselle's, for now I felt that our fate hung on his
decision.
"'T is a hard task, Master Wayland," he admitted at length, almost
wearily, "but for your father's sake it shall be done. I see only one
way for it, and that by water. Know you anything about the management
of boats?"
"Only as I have paddled upon the Maumee," I answered, doubtfully,
"although I handled a small sail when a mere boy in the far East."
"'T will suffice if the fair weather hold, as is likely at this season.
At least it may be risked. The land trails are crowded by Indians from
far-off tribes, hastening hither in hope of fight and spoils. More
than a hundred came in to-day, painted for war, and angry because too
late. You could not escape encountering such parties, were you to flee
by trail eastward; nor would they show mercy to any white. The
Silver-man has returned to his home north of the river; but 't is all
that we who are friendly to him can do to keep these warriors from
attacking even there. 'T is the Indians from far away that make the
trouble; and these grow more numerous and powerful each day. We keep a
guard at the house to save the Silver-man and his family; and were more
whites to seek refuge there, we should lose all control. There is
still safety at the mouth of the Saint Joseph River, and 't is there
you must go. The venture must be made to-night, and by water. Is it
known to any Indian that you are alive and within this camp?"
"To none."
"That is well; we can work best alone. Now listen. At midnight,
Master Wayland, a boat, prepared for the trip, will await you, hidden
under the ruins of the Agency building. The river flows under the
flooring deep enough for the purpose, and I will place the boat there
with my own hand. Beyond that, all must rest upon your own skill and
good fortune. You will wait here," and he glanced about anxiously for
some means of concealment, "lying behind those robes yonder, until the
hour."
"Here?" I questioned, thinking instantly of my duty to De Croix. "But
I would first have speech with the Frenchman. He is my friend,
Sau-ga-nash. Besides, I have left my rifle in the council lodge."
The face of the savage darkened, and his eyes gleamed ominously as they
roamed questioningly from my face to Toinette's.
"I said you were to stay hidden here," he answered shortly, his tone
showing anger, and his hand pointing at the robes. "Many of the
sleeping Pottawattomies are again astir without, and you could not hope
to gain the council lodge undiscovered. What care I for this
Frenchman, that I should risk my life to save him? I pledge myself
only to Major Wayland's son; and even if I aid you, it is on condition
that you go alone."
"Alone, say you?" and I rested my hand on Mademoiselle's shoulder. "I
would die here, Sau-ga-nash, and by torture, before I would consent to
go one step without this girl."
The half-breed scowled at me, drawing his robe about him in haughty
indifference.
"Then be it so," he said mockingly. "'T is your own choice, I have
offered redemption of my pledge."
I started to utter some harsh words in answer; but before I could
speak, Toinette pressed her soft palm upon my lips in protest.
"Refuse him not," she murmured hastily. "'T is the only chance; for my
sake, do not anger him."
What plan her quick wit may have engendered, I did not know; but I
yielded to the entreaty in her pleading eyes, and sullenly muttered the
first conscious lie of my life.
"I accept your terms, Sau-ga-nash, harsh as they are."
He looked from one to the other of us, his face dark with distrust and
doubt.
"You are not mine to dispose of," he said sternly to the trembling
girl, who visibly shrank from his approach, and clung once more to me.
"You are prisoner to Little Sauk; nor will I release one thus held by
the Pottawattomies. They and the Wyandots are brothers. But I trust
you, and not the word of this white man. Pledge me not to go with him,
and I will believe you."
She glanced first at me, then back into the swarthy, merciless face.
Her cheeks were white and her lips trembled, yet her eyes remained
clear and calm.
"I give you my word, Sau-ga-nash," she said quietly. "While I am held
as prisoner by Little Sauk, I will not go away with John Wayland."
Little as I believed these words to be true at the time, the sound of
them so dulled me with apprehension that I could only stare at her in
speechless amazement. It seemed to me then as if the power of reason
had deserted me, as if my brain had been so burdened as to refuse its
office. I recall that Toinette almost compelled me to lie down against
the farther side of the lodge, placing a pile of skins in front of me
and assuming a position herself where she could occasionally reach
across the barrier and touch me with her soft hand. No doubt she
realized the struggle in my mind, for she spoke little after the
departure of the half-breed, as if anxious to permit me to figure out
the future for myself. Little by little I faced it, and came to an
irrevocable decision. It was to be Toinette or nothing. While it
might be true that she was in no immediate danger, and possibly could
be safely ransomed if I once escaped to civilization, yet the risk of
such venture and delay was too great; nor would my love abide so vast a
sacrifice on her part. I thought to say this to her; but there was a
look of firm decision in her sweet face, as her dark eyes met mine,
that somehow held me silent. I felt that in her own heart she must
already know what action I would choose, and the final moment would
prove sufficient test for her evident determination. Reassured here,
my thoughts turned to De Croix; but that was useless. I could send no
message to him; he was no longer in especial peril, and perhaps would
not willingly desert his newly found wife even to escape the savages.
Nay,--it was to be Toinette and I, now and forever.
I do not clearly remember at this day what it was we spoke about in the
brief whispering that passed between us while we waited there. Neither
of us felt like voicing our real thoughts, and so we but dissembled,
making commonplaces fill the gaps between our silences. The night
found us undisturbed, and it shut down so darkly within the narrow
confines of the lodge that I lost all trace of her presence, but for an
occasional movement or the sound of her low voice. Without, the
rapidly increasing noise indicated a return of many savages to the
camp, until at last a fire was kindled in the open space, its red flame
sending some slight illumination where we were, but not enough to
reveal the interior of the lodge. An Indian brought the girl some
food, entering and leaving without uttering a sound; and we two ate
together, striving to speak lightly in order to make the coarse meal
more palatable.
Suddenly I became aware of a faint scratching upon the skin of the
lodge, at my back. At first I supposed it to be some wild animal, or
possibly a stray dog; but the regularity of it showed a purpose of some
kind. Could it be De Croix? Or was it the half-breed with some secret
message he dared not deliver openly? I lifted the lodge covering
slightly, and placed my lips to the aperture.
"Is some one there?" I whispered cautiously. "Who is it?"
"I am Sister Celeste," came the immediate low reply. "Are you the
white man I guided?"
"Ay," I answered, rejoicing at this rare good fortune, "and I beg you
to listen to what I say. There will be a boat awaiting us beneath the
old Agency building at midnight. You must be there with De Croix."
"De Croix?"
"Yes; I know not if that be his name to you, but I mean the Frenchman
whose life you saved. Will you take him thither at midnight, together
with the rifle I left in the council lodge?"
For a moment she did not answer. Doubtless it was a bitter struggle
for her thus to agree even to meet the man again. At last she made
reply, although I could plainly mark the faltering of her voice.
"The man of whom you speak shall be there," she said, "unless some
accident make it impossible."
As I drew back my head, and sat upright. Mademoiselle spoke
questioningly.
"With whom were you conversing just now, Monsieur?"
"The young woman of whom we have spoken so often," I answered
thoughtlessly. "She has pledged herself to bring De Croix to the
meeting-place."
"Indeed!" she exclaimed, with accent so peculiar I knew not how to
interpret it. "It almost makes me desire to form one of your party."
CHAPTER XXXIII
AN INTERVENTION OF FATE
"Form one of our party?" I echoed, believing I must have misunderstood
her words. "Surely, Mademoiselle, you cannot mean that you take your
promise to the half-breed so seriously as voluntarily to remain in
captivity?"
"Yes, but I do, Monsieur!" and the tone in which she said it was firm
with decision. "The Indian asked my pledge in all solemnity, and has
gone away trusting to it. My conscience could never again be clear did
I prove false in such a matter. You also made a pledge, even before
mine was given; was it not your purpose to abide by it?"
"No," I answered, a bit shortly. "I merely agreed to his proposition
at your expressed desire that I should, and because I believed you had
framed some plan of escape. Have you such small respect for me,
Mademoiselle, as to think I could consent to leave you here alone and
at the mercy of these red fiends? Have I risked my life in coming here
for no other end than this?"
I felt her reach her arm across the pile of skins lying between us, and
grasp my hand within her own.
"But, dear friend, you must!" she said, pleadingly, her softly
modulated voice dwelling upon the words as if they came hard. "Truly
you must, John Wayland, and for my sake as well as your own. I am
comparatively safe here,--safe at least from actual physical harm, so
long as the savages dream that the sparing of my life will yield them
profit. You have no right to remain in such peril as surrounds you
here, when by so doing you benefit no one. You have father and mother
awaiting in prayer your safe return to them yonder on the Maumee; while
I,--I have no one even to ask how sad my fate may be. Think you that
because I am a girl I must therefore be all selfishness? or that I
would ever permit you thus to sacrifice yourself unnecessarily for me?
No, no, Monsieur! I will remain prisoner to Little Sauk, for my sacred
word has been pledged; and you must go, because there are others to
whom your life is of value. Nor need you go empty-handed, for the one
you have sought so far and long seems now ready enough to travel
eastward with you."
Scarcely had her voice ceased, leaving me struggling to find fit words
to change her mad decision, when a rough hand flung back the entrance
flap, and the naked body of an Indian, framed for a single instant
against the light, lurched heavily through the opening. Even that
brief glimpse told me the man had been drinking to excess; while for
the moment, as I huddled down closer behind my robes, I was unable to
make out his identity.
"Where white woman?" he ejaculated gruffly, as he paused, blinded by
the darkness. "Why she not come help me?"
His quick ear evidently caught the slight rustle of the girl's skirt as
she rose hastily to her feet, for with a muttered Indian oath the
savage lurched forward. I could scarcely make out the dimmest shadow
of them in the dense gloom, yet I seemed to know that he had grasped
her roughly, though not the slightest sound of fear or pain came from
her lips.
"Ugh! better come!" he muttered, a veiled savage threat growling in his
tone. "You my squaw; cook in my lodge; get meal now."
"But where? and how?" she asked, her voice trembling perceptibly, yet
striving to placate him by a seeming willingness to obey. "I have
nothing here to cook, nor have I fire."
"Indian squaw no talk back!" he retorted angrily. "This way I show
white squaw to mind chief!"
I heard plainly the brutal blow he struck her, though even as she
reeled back she managed to stifle the scream upon her lips, so that it
was barely audible. With one bound I was over the barrier of robes and
clutching with tingling fingers for the brute. I touched his feathered
head-dress at last, and he must have supposed me his helpless victim,
for with a grunt of satisfaction he struck once again, the blow meeting
my shoulder, where he judged in the dark her face would be.
"White squaw mind now--"
I had him gripped by the throat before he ended, and we went down
together for a death-struggle in the darkness, from which each realized
in an instant both could never rise again. My furious grip sobered
him, and he made desperate efforts to break free, struggling vainly to
utter some cry for rescue. Once I felt him groping at his waist for a
knife; but I got first clasp upon its hilt, though I twisted helplessly
for some minutes before I could loosen his hold at my wrist so as to
strike him with the blade. His teeth closed upon my hand, biting deep
into the flesh like a wildcat, and the sharp sting of it yielded me the
desperate strength I needed to wrench my hand free, and with one quick
blow the knife I clutched cut deep into his side, so that I could feel
the hot blood spurt forth over my hand. I held him in a death grip,
for I knew a single cry meant ruin to all our plans, until the last
breath sped, and I knew I lay prostrate above a corpse. It had been so
swift and fierce a contest that I staggered half-dazed to my feet,
peering about me as if expecting another attack. I was steadied
somewhat by the sound of a low sob from the darkness.
"'T is well over with, Toinette," I murmured hastily, my voice
trembling from the strain that still shook me.
"Oh, John! John Wayland! And you are truly unhurt of the struggle?"
It was scarcely her voice speaking, so agitated was it. "Have you
killed him?"
"Yes," I answered, finding my way cautiously toward her, and speaking
in whispers. "I had no other choice. It was either his life or yours
and mine. Knew you the savage?"
"It was Little Sauk," she replied, clinging to me, and growing somewhat
calmer from my presence. "Oh, what can we do now?"
"There remains but one thing, and that is to accept the chance that
Providence has given us. There remains no longer a shadow of excuse
for your staying here, even by your own reasoning. You are no longer
prisoner to Little Sauk. Your pledge has been dissolved by Fate, and
it must be God's will that you go forth with me. What say you,
Mademoiselle?" And I crushed her hands in mine.
I could feel her slight form tremble as I waited her reply, and
believed she peered across my shoulder through the darkness, imagining
she saw the dead Indian's form lying there.
"Do you truly wish it?" she questioned at last, as though warring with
herself. "Think you she would greatly care?"
'T is a strangely perverse thing, the human mind. As there dimly
dawned upon me a conception of her meaning,--a knowledge that this
seemingly heart-free girl cared enough for me to exhibit such jealousy
of another,--I would not undeceive her by a word of explanation.
"I certainly do wish it," was my grave answer, "nor does it greatly
matter what the desire of any other may be. This is not an invitation
to a ball, Mademoiselle. I beg you answer me; will you go?"
She looked toward me, wondering at my words.
"Yes," she said simply. "Has the time come?"
"I have no certain means of knowing; but it cannot be far from the
hour, and we shall be much safer without."
I took the Indian's knife with me, wiping the long blade upon the pile
of skins, and placing it convenient to my hand within the bosom of my
hunting-shirt. It was dark enough back of the lodge away from the
glare of the fires, and we rested there well within the shadow, for
some time, while I scanned the surroundings and planned as best I might
our future movements.
"Was it from dread of venturing once more upon the water that you held
back so long?" I asked her, seeking rudely to delve into the secret of
her reserve.
"Have you ever found me of cowardly heart, Monsieur?" she questioned in
return, parrying with quick skill, "that you should think any bodily
terror could hold me back? If I had reasons other than those already
given, they were worthy ones."
"You are not afraid of the perils before us?"
"No," she answered; "my heart beats fast, but 't is not from fear."
Only a few scattered lodges had been raised to the eastward of where we
were, nor did these show any signs of life. We crept forward with
painful slowness, partially hiding our movements by following a
shallow, curving gully, until we had gained the extreme limits of the
encampment, where we crawled out into the gloom of the surrounding
prairie. Not until then did either of us venture to stand erect, or
advance with any degree of freedom.
Directly ahead of us there was nothing by which I could safely guide
our course. The flat sameness of the plain offered no landmarks, while
the night sky was so thickly overcast as to leave no stars visible.
Nor was there light of any kind, save that of the fires in the camp we
had just left. I hesitated to risk the open prairie thus unaided, lest
we should wander astray and lose much valuable time; so, although it
measurably increased our peril of encountering parties of savages, I
turned sharply northward, keeping the bright Indian fires upon our
left, and groping forward through the gloom toward where I knew the
main branch of the river must lie. It was neither the time nor place
for speech. I held her hand closely while we moved onward silently,
carefully guarding each step lest by mischance it should bring
betrayal. Once, after we had reached the river and were moving
eastward again, a party of Indians passed us, coming so silently out of
the black void, in their soft moccasins, that I had barely time to hold
her motionless before they were fairly upon us. I counted nine of
them, moving rapidly in single file, like so many black ghosts. We
waited with wildly throbbing hearts, listening for fear others might
follow in their trail.
We were almost beside the walls of the factory building before either
of us was aware of its proximity. Even then, as I lay prone on the
earth and studied its dim outlines, they possessed nothing of
familiarity, for the high-pitched roof had fallen in and carried with
it the greater portion of the upper walls, leaving a mere shell,
shapeless and empty. I rested there, gazing at it, and wondering how
best we might proceed to find our way beneath where the boat was to be
moored, when I felt Mademoiselle's fingers press my arm warningly.
Scarcely a yard away, on a ridge of higher ground, two dim figures came
to a sudden pause.
"I perceive naught of the presence of your friends as yet, Monsieur,"
spoke a soft voice, "but I will remain until certain of the outcome."
"Then your decision is unchanged?" asked the other, in deeper accent,
full of earnest pleading. "All is to be over between us from this
hour? And you deliberately choose to devote your life to the
redemption of these savages?"
"We have discussed all this at length, Monsieur le Marquis, as we came
along, and, as you fully know, my choice is made beyond recall. I am
here to serve you to-night, because it seems to be a duty given unto me
by some strange Providence; and I have relied upon your courtesy to
make it as little unpleasant as possible. I pray you, beseech me no
more. The girl I once was lives no longer; the woman I now am has been
given a special mission by God, too sacred to be cast aside for aught
that earth has to offer her of happiness. We part in kindness,
Monsieur,--in friendship even; but that which was once between us may
never be again."
There was no answer; even the reckless audacity of a courtier was
silenced by that calm final dismissal. It was Mademoiselle who spoke
in swift whisper, her lips at my ear.
"Speak! who is she?"
"The woman of whom you have heard so often,--the missionary in the
Indian camp."
"Yes, I know," impatiently; "but I mean her name?"
"She calls herself Sister Celeste; I have indeed heard mention of
another, but it abides not in my memory."
"You deceive me, Monsieur; yet I know, and will speak with her," was
the quick decision. "Mother of God! 'tis a voice too dear ever to be
forgotten."
She was beside them with a step, seeming no doubt a most fair vision to
be born so instantly of the night-shadows.
"Marie Faneuf!" she exclaimed, eagerly. "I know not by what strange
fortune I meet you here, but surely you will not refuse greeting to an
old friend?"
The girl drew hastily back a step, as if her first thought was flight;
but ere such end could be accomplished, Mademoiselle had clasped her
arm impetuously.
"Marie!" she pleaded, "can it be possible you would flee from me?"
"Nay," returned the other, her voice trembling painfully, as she
struggled to restrain herself. "It is not that. Dear, dear friend! I
knew you were among the few saved from Dearborn. The American hunter
told me, and ever since have I tried to avoid you in the camp. 'Twas
not for lack of the old love, yet I feared to meet you. Much has
occurred of late to make the keeping of my vow most difficult. I have
been weak, and grievously tempted; and I felt scarce strong enough,
even though protected by prayers, to withstand also my deep love for
you."
Their voices insensibly merged into French, each speaking so rapidly
and low that I could get little meaning of it. Then I noted De Croix,
half lying upon the ground, his head hidden within his hands. With
sudden remembrance of the work before us, I touched his shoulder.
"Come below, Monsieur, and help me search for the boat," I said,
kindly, for I was truly touched by his grief. "It will help clear your
mind to have some labor to accomplish."
"I dare not, Wayland!" he answered hoarsely, and the face he uplifted
toward me was strangely white and drawn. "I must stay with her; I dare
not leave her again alone, lest she escape me once more. She is mine,
truly mine by every law of the Church,--my wife, I tell you, and I
would die here in the wilderness rather than permit her longer to doom
herself to such a fate as this."
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