Twice Bought Part 31
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"Yes; he has spoken freely about that. He fully expects that Stalker will search for us, but considers that he will not dare to attack us while we live with so strong a band of Indians, and, as Stalker's followers won't hang about here very long for the mere purpose of pleasing their chief, especially when nothing is to be gained by it, father thinks that his enemy will be forced to go away. Besides, he has made up his mind to remain here for a long time--many months, it may be."
"That will do," returned Tom, with a sigh of relief; "then there will be no need for me to--"
"To what?" asked Betty, seeing that the youth paused.
"Forgive me if I do not say what I meant to. I have reasons for--" (he paused again)--"Then you are pleased with the way the people treat you?"
"Of course I am. They could not be kinder if I were one of themselves.
And some of the women are so intelligent, too! You know I have picked up a good deal of the Indian language, and understand them pretty well, though I can't speak much, and you've no idea what deep thinkers some of them are! There is Unaco's mother, who looks so old and dried up and stupid--she is one of the dearest old things I ever knew. Why,"
continued the girl, with increasing animation, as she warmed with her subject, "that old creature led me, the other night, into quite an earnest conversation about religion, and asked me ever so many questions about the ways of G.o.d with man--speculative, difficult questions too, that almost puzzled me to answer. You may be sure I took the opportunity to explain to her G.o.d's great love to man in and through Jesus, and--"
She stopped abruptly, for Tom Brixton was at that moment regarding her with a steady and earnest gaze.
"Yes," he said, slowly, almost dreamily, "I can well believe you took your opportunity to commend Jesus to her. You did so once to me, and--"
Tom checked himself, as if with a great effort. The girl longed to hear more, but he did not finish the sentence. "Well," he said, with a forced air of gaiety, "I have sought you here to tell you that I am going off on--on--a long hunting expedition. Going at once--but I would not leave without bidding you good-bye."
"Going away, Mr Brixton!" exclaimed Betty, in genuine surprise.
"Yes. As you see, I am ready for the field, with rifle and wallet, firebag and blanket."
"But you are not yet strong enough," said Betty.
"Oh! yes, I am--stronger than I look. Besides, that will mend every day. I don't intend to say goodbye to Westly or any one, because I hate to have people try to dissuade me from a thing when my mind is made up.
I only came to say good-bye to you, because I wish you to tell Fred and your father that I am grateful for all their kindness to me, and that it will be useless to follow me. Perhaps we may meet again, Betty," he added, still in the forced tone of lightness, while he gently took the girl's hand in his and shook it; "but the dangers of the wilderness are numerous, and, as you have once or twice told me, we `know not what a day or an hour may bring forth.'" (His tone had deepened suddenly to that of intense earnestness)--"G.o.d bless you, Betty; farewell."
He dropped her hand, turned sharply on his heel, and walked swiftly away, never once casting a look behind.
Poor Tom! It was a severe wrench, but he had fought the battle manfully and gained the victory. In his new-born sense of personal unworthiness and strict Justice, he had come to the conclusion that he had forfeited the right to offer heart or hand to the Rose of Oregon. Whether he was right or wrong in his opinion we do not pretend to judge, but this does not alter the fact that a hard battle with self had been fought by him, and a great victory won.
But Tom neither felt nor looked very much like a conqueror. His heart seemed to be made of lead, and the strength of which he had so recently boasted seemed to have deserted him altogether after he had walked a few miles, insomuch that he was obliged to sit down on a bank to rest. Fear lest Fred or Paul should follow up his trail, however, infused new strength into his limbs, and he rose and pushed steadily on, for he was deeply impressed with the duty that lay upon him--namely, to get quickly, and as far as possible, away from the girl whom he could no longer hope to wed.
Thus, advancing at times with great animation, sitting down occasionally for short rests, and then resuming the march with renewed vigour, he travelled over the mountains without any definite end in view, beyond that to which we have already referred.
For some time after he was gone Betty stood gazing at the place in the thicket where he had disappeared, as if she half expected to see him return; then, heaving a deep sigh, and with a mingled expression of surprise, disappointment, and anxiety on her fair face, she hurried away to search for her father.
She found him returning to their tent with a load of firewood, and at once told him what had occurred.
"He'll soon come back, Betty," said Paul, with a significant smile.
"When a young feller is fond of a la.s.s, he's as sure to return to her as water is sure to find its way as fast as it can to the bottom of a hill."
Fred Westly thought the same, when Paul afterwards told him about the meeting, though he did not feel quite so sure about the return being immediate; but Mahoghany Drake differed from them entirely.
"Depend on't," he said to his friend Paul, when, in the privacy of a retired spot on the mountain-side, they discussed the matter--"depend on't, that young feller ain't made o' b.u.t.ter. What he says he will do he'll stick to, if I'm any judge o' human natur. Of course it ain't for me to guess why he should fling off in this fas.h.i.+on. Are ye sure he's fond o' your la.s.s?"
"Sure? Ay, as sure as I am that yon is the sun an' not the moon a-s.h.i.+nin' in the sky."
"H'm! that's strange. An' they've had no quarrel?"
"None that I knows on. Moreover, they ain't bin used to quarrel.
Betty's not one o' that sort--dear la.s.s. She's always fair an' above board; honest an' straight for'ard. Says 'zactly what she means, an'
means what she says. Mister Tom ain't given to s.h.i.+lly-shallyin', neither. No, I'm sure they've had no quarrel."
"Well, it's the old story," said Drake, while a puzzled look flitted across his weather-beaten countenance, and the smoke issued more slowly from his unflagging pipe, "the conduct o' lovers is not to be accounted for. Howsever, there's one thing I'm quite sure of--that he must be looked after."
"D'ye think so?" said Paul. "I'd have thought he was quite able to look arter himself."
"Not just now," returned the trapper; "he's not yet got the better of his touch o' starvation, an' there's a chance o' your friend Stalker, or Buxley, which d'ye call him?"
"Whichever you like; he answers to either, or neither, as the case may be. He's best known as Stalker in these parts, though Buxley is his real name."
"Well, then," resumed Drake, "there's strong likelihood o' him prowlin'
about here, and comin' across the tracks o' young Brixton; so, as I said before, he must be looked after, and I'll take upon myself to do it."
"Well, I'll jine ye," said Paul, "for of course ye'll have to make up a party."
"Not at all," returned the trapper, with decision. "I'll do it best alone; leastwise I'll take only little Tolly Trevor an' Leapin' Buck with me, for they're both smart an' safe lads, and are burnin' keen to learn somethin' o' woodcraft."
In accordance with this determination, Mahoghany Drake, Leaping Buck, and little Trevor set off next day and followed Tom Brixton's trail into the mountains. It was a broad trail and very perceptible, at least to an Indian or a trapper, for Tom had a natural swagger, which he could not shake off, even in the hour of his humiliation, and, besides, he had never been an adept at treading the western wilderness with the care which the red man finds needful in order to escape from, or baffle, his foes.
"'Tis as well marked, a'most" said Drake, pausing to survey the trail, "as if he'd bin draggin' a toboggan behind him."
"Yet a settlement man wouldn't see much of it," remarked little Trevor; "eh! Buckie?"
The Indian boy nodded gravely. He emulated his father in this respect, and would have been ashamed to have given way to childish levity on what he was pleased to consider the war-path, but he had enough of the humorous in his nature to render the struggle to keep grave in Tolly's presence a pretty severe one. Not that Tolly aimed at being either witty or funny, but he had a peculiarly droll expression of face, which added much point to whatever he said.
"Ho!" exclaimed the trapper, after they had gone a little farther; "here's a trail that even a settlement man could hardly fail to see.
There's bin fifty men or more. D'ye see it Tolly?"
"See it? I should think so. D'you suppose I carry my eyes in my pocket?"
"Come now, lad," said Drake, turning to Leaping Buck, "you want to walk in your father's tracks, no doubt. Read me this trail if ye can."
The boy stepped forward with an air of dignity that Drake regarded as sublime and Tolly thought ludicrous, but the latter was too fond of his red friend to allow his feelings to betray themselves.
"As the white trapper has truly said," he began, "fifty men or more have pa.s.sed this way. They are most of them white men, but three or four are Indians."
"Good!" said Drake, with an approving nod; "I thought ye'd notice that.
Well, go on."
"They were making straight for my father's camp," continued the lad, bending a stern look on the trail, "but they turned sharp round, like the swallow, on coming to the trail of the white man Brixton, and followed it."
"How d'ye know that, lad?" asked the trapper.
"Because I see it" returned the boy, promptly, pointing at the same time to a spot on the hill-side considerably above them, where the conformation of the land at a certain spot revealed enough of the trail of the "fifty men or more," to show the change of direction.
"Good again, lad. A worthy son of your father. I didn't give 'e credit for sharpness enough to perceive that. Can you read anything more?"
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