A Virginia Scout Part 26
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"Aye. That is reasonable thinking."
"What losses in there?" I asked. I thrust my knife-blade between the logs so he might know where I was standing and cease rolling his eyes in his efforts to locate me.
His old face screwed up in pain.
"Mistress Granville and the two children, shot dead. Perhaps it's best that way. I'm wounded--that don't count. You going to keep on shooting?"
"As long as we can pull trigger."
"I'll tell Granville. He wants to save his sister if he can."
"Then he must fight. Tell him so," I warned.
I turned back to Cousin. He was scowling savagely through his peephole.
"Take the back side 'n' watch for signs on the ridge," he mumbled. "Them out front are huggin' dirt an' not tryin' to git nearer. They're waitin'
for somethin'."
At the back of the cabin I found a tiny c.h.i.n.k and applied my eye. My first thought was that a comet was streaming down into my face. The long war-arrow, weighted with a blazing ma.s.s of pitch-smeared moss, stuck in a log a few inches below my peephole. From the ridge came a howl of triumph.
By thrusting my knife-blade through the hole and against the shaft of the arrow I managed to dislodge it, and it burned itself out against the huge bottom log. We did not fear fire until the arrows stuck in the roof. The same thought was in Cousin's mind. He did not look around, but he had smelled the smoke and he directed:
"Climb up an' work the roof-poles apart a bit so's you can knock 'em off the roof when they land."
I soon had the poles slightly separated in two places. As I finished a dozen flying brands poured down on the Granville cabin and ours. One arrow lodged on our roof close to the eves. Two were burning on the ridgepole of the Granville cabin. The others either stuck harmlessly in the logs or overshot and stood so many torches in the ground. By means of the table I scrambled back to the roof and managed to knock the menace to the ground.
While I was thus engaged Cousin fired both barrels.
"What luck?" I asked as I jumped to the floor.
"Just bein' neighborly," he growled as he rapidly loaded. "Shot them two arrers off the next roof."
Suddenly the savage howling ceased; nor were there any more fire-arrows.
Then the Englishman began shouting. He was once more calling us. I answered and wriggled the knife-blade between the logs. Sure of my attention he loudly informed us: "Dale pa.s.ses the word for us to stop fighting. Says he's going to save us."
"To the devil with Dale!" snarled Cousin, showing his teeth like a wolf.
"He's going out to talk with 'em," added the Englishman.
"Lord! What a fool!" lamented Cousin.
"He's going now," continued the Englishman.
I darted to Cousin's side and peered out. We heard the bar drop from the end cabin; then Dale came into view, walking with a swagger toward the concealed savages. In one hand he held up a string of white wampum. And as he slowly advanced he shouted in the Shawnee language:
"Do my brothers fire on their brother? Do they harm their brother's friends? Does the Pack-Horse-Man ask his red brothers to be kind only to have his words fall on dead ears? I bring you belts. My daughter in the cabin also brings belts to the Shawnees and Mingos and the Delawares."
"Let our white brother come close," called a deep guttural voice.
"That'll be Black Hoof himself," excitedly muttered Cousin, darting his gaze over the valley in search of the stone or log which hid the great chief from view.
"Don't shoot! They'll butcher him if you do!" I warned.
"They'll worse'n butcher him if I don't," gritted Cousin. Yet he held his fire, for the excellent reason he could see nothing to shoot at.
"Tell your people not to fire," again called Black Hoof's powerful voice.
Dale faced the cabins and waved his white wampum, crying:
"I am saving your lives. You men in the lower cabin, throw down your arms!"
"Like thunder!" grunted Cousin.
"He's fairly among them!" I gasped.
Dale had come to a stop and was turning his head and glancing from one point to another on the ground as he talked. His voice had its old confident ring, and there was a slight smile on his lips as he rehea.r.s.ed his friends.h.i.+p for the red people and reminded them how often he visited their villages and smoked their pipes.
When he ceased Black Hoof called out:
"We will lift a peace-pipe to our good friend, the Pack-Horse-Man. We will cover his friends with the smoke. Let him tell his friends not to be afraid and to throw down their guns."
Dale was sure of Granville's and the Englishman's behavior, and he addressed his warning to Cousin and me, calling on us in a stentorian voice to offer no resistance if we valued our lives. He ended by yelling:
"Cataheca.s.sa, war-chief of the Shawnees, spares your lives."
Without giving us time to speak, he waved a hand and commanded:
"It's all right, Patricia! Come out!"
"Stay where you are!" I screamed, my voice m.u.f.fled by the four stout walls. I jumped to tear the bar from the door, but Cousin hurled me aside, panting:
"Too late! G.o.d! To think such a woman should walk into their b.l.o.o.d.y trap!"
His words sent me to the loophole. Patricia Dale was walking composedly toward her father, her slim hands holding up her belts. She winced as she pa.s.sed the lick-block and got a glimpse of the dead savage and the dead dog. Then her gaze remained steady on her father's calm face.
Black Hoof said something, but there was a pounding in my ears which prevented me from hearing it. I guessed it, though, when Dale called out:
"All you who would be spared come out and leave your guns behind!"
He had barely spoken before the Englishman's voice excitedly called:
"You two scouts in there."
I gave him heed and he informed me: "Granville and his sister say they are going out. Do you go out?"
"We shall stay here. It's better for you to die where you are," I told him.
"Ay, I think it's better myself. Well, I'm old and hungry to be with the children again."
The Englishman was a brave man, and very sensible. He recognized Fate when it paused to stare him in the eye. My companion was panting for breath and was standing back so as to rest the muzzle of his rifle just inside the loophole. A glance revealed his deadly purpose. A tall warrior was now on his feet. I knew him to be Black Hoof. I had seen him at Fort Pitt during one of those rare lulls between wars.
A Virginia Scout Part 26
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