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"He know--_dey_ won't move _him_--he get out way soon enough."
"He's got too short legs," said Dernor, who, aware of the affection the Huron bore him, and experiencing a sort of reaction of his spirits after their continued depression, was disposed to quiz Oonamoo a little.
"Got _long_ eyes, dough," replied he, quickly.
"Got long eyes?" laughed Dernor. "I don't know as they're any longer than mine."
"Good 'eal longer. Tom 'Hara neber let Shawnee and Miami get him atween the logs--he know too much."
Dernor felt the sarcasm of this remark and took it kindly.
"Neither would they have got me here, had I been alone."
It would be difficult to describe the expression that illuminated the Huron's face at this remark. He turned his dark, basilisk orbs (their fierceness now subdued into a softer light) full upon Edith, who, seated upon a portion of one of the logs, was listening to the conversation. The muscles around the corners of his mouth twitched a little, a wrinkle or two gathered, his beautiful white teeth became visible, but she only half-suspected that he was smiling.
"Nice gal," said he, his voice now as soft as a woman's. "White man love her--fight for her--Oonamoo do so too."
She did not know whether to be pleased or frightened at the look of the Huron. In her perplexity she turned toward Dernor.
"You needn't be alarmed," said he, understanding her embarra.s.sment.
"Oonamoo here is an old and tried friend, and will stand by you as long as I will, which," he added, in a lower tone, "will be as long as the One above gives me breath. He is devoted to me if he doesn't love you."
"Yes, Oonamoo does--he love all white folks--love the gals--clever to him and feed him when hungry."
Dernor merely smiled, believing that the remark of the savage fully explained his pa.s.sion without any qualifying observation of his own.
"Oonamoo love white folks--love missionaries--tell him all about G.o.d up dere"--pointing upward--"spirit land--happy place--Oonamoo don't take scalp when Injin sleeping--so he go up dere when he die."
"I believe you will, for if there ever was an honorable savage you are one," said Dernor, warmly.
The Huron made no reply to this compliment, evidently thinking enough had been said. It must not be supposed that this conversation occurred in the connected form in which we have given it. Several moments sometimes elapsed between the different remarks, and hardly once during its progress did Dernor look at the savage. Once or twice he turned toward Edith, as also did Oonamoo, but the danger that menaced him was too great for either to be diverted from it.
Some twenty minutes had elapsed, when an exclamation from the Huron showed that some new scheme was afoot. Immediately after, a blazing arrow came whizzing through the air, and buried itself in the logs. The sharp crackling told that the twist of flame had communicated with the logs and it was burning.
"My G.o.d! are we to be burnt alive?" exclaimed Dernor, losing his self-possession for a moment.
"Ugh--can't burn--logs too wet--go out," replied his unmoved companion.
So it proved, although an inch or two of some of the logs were sufficiently seasoned to take fire, they were all too damp and soaked to burn. Oonamoo had hardly spoken when the blaze went out of itself. A perfect storm of arrows, tipped with burning tow, now came sailing in upon them, but the only inconvenience they occasioned was a blinding, suffocating smoke, which lasted, however, but a few moments.
"Where the deuce did they get their bows and tow from?" asked Dernor.
"Do they carry such articles with them?"
"Sent for 'em after git here," replied Oonamoo.
"Won't any of these logs burn?"
"Too wet--smoke--but won't blaze."
The Indians soon found that nothing could be accomplished in the way of burning out the fugitives, so they ceased the attempt only to devise some other expedient. What this was to be, the besieged party for a long time were unable to determine. The first warning they had was a bullet, which grazed the face of Oonamoo, coming in at the _top_ of the fort.
"Ugh! Shawnee climb tree--Oonamoo fetch him out dere," said the latter, sheltering himself as quick as lightning, and peering out in the hope of gaining a glimpse of the miscreant who had come so near shooting him. He was disappointed, however, the savage descending the tree with such skill and caution that his person was never once exposed to the eagle eye of the Huron.
For an hour succeeding this last attempt nothing further was done by the besieging savages. They carefully kept their bodies concealed, so that the utmost watchfulness on the part of Oonamoo and Dernor failed to get a shot at them. They saw enough, however, to make them certain they were surrounded by their enemies, and that for the present, at least, under Heaven, they had nothing but their own bravery and good rifles to rely upon.
There were several means by which the fugitives could be compelled to succ.u.mb in the end, if these means were only employed by the savages.
The first and obviously safest was to keep up the siege until they were compelled to come to terms. Dernor had not a drop of water nor a particle of food, and consequently this plan on the part of the besiegers would have been only a question of time. Again, a rapid and determined a.s.sault could scarcely fail to take the Rifleman and the Huron. There were ten Indians to make the attempt, but those ten knew well enough that two of their number would never live to reach the fort in case the rush was made and that there would be desperate work before the two men could be overcome.
During the hour of silence these plans occurred to Dernor, and he mentioned the first to Oonamoo. The cunning savage shook his head.
"Won't do that--_afeard_."
"Afraid of what?"
"Settlement two--t'ree--fifteen mile off--_afeard_ other Long Knives come afore we got starve."
"I hope the boys are somewhere in the woods. Why don't the cowardly dogs rush in upon us? They could batter these logs down in five minutes."
"_Afeard_ we batter _'em_ down," replied the Huron, with a sparkle of his black eyes.
"We would surely knock some of them over, but I don't suppose we could finish up the whole ten."
"Finish some--don't know which--dat de reason."
"Their heads are so full of their devilish inventions, I should think they could get up some way to attack us without getting a shot at them."
"Attack purty soon--keep eye peeled--don't see notting?"
"Nothing at all," replied the Rifleman, who, all this time, was peering through a c.h.i.n.k in the logs and not looking at the Indian.
Taking it for granted that if the Huron saw no danger there could be none, Dernor turned toward Edith, and asked, in that low, pa.s.sionate tone which he instinctively a.s.sumed in addressing her:
"And how do you feel, dear Edith, all this time?"
"_My_ courage, I think, will bear up as long as _yours_," she answered, with a faint smile.
"It will bear up to the end, then," he added. Then looking at her a moment, he continued: "Edith, how you must feel toward me for bringing you into this trouble! I have been thinking of it for the last day or two."
"Did you do it on purpose?" she asked. "That is, did you _know_ we should be pursued and persecuted as we have been when we started?"
"Know it? of course not. I would have been shot before I would have come."
"Then why do you ask me such a question? No, Lewis, I do not blame you in the least. On the contrary, I shall never be able to express the grat.i.tude I feel for what you have done."
This was the first time Edith had addressed the Rifleman by his given name, and it gave him a peculiar pleasure which it would be difficult to describe. He was only restrained from approaching by the reflection that he would cut a most ridiculous figure in the presence of the Huron. His feelings were now such that, upon his own account alone, he would have welcomed several days' siege. In fact, he would have cared very little had Oonamoo been a hundred miles distant just then.
But these emotions were only temporary. Five minutes later, he felt heartily ashamed that he should have entertained them.
"I am certain, Edith----"