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But one o' them reptiles took a spite at him, an' tried by every way he could to raise the Injuns agin' him, but couldn't; so he detarmined to murder him.
"One day we was out huntin' together, an', being too far from the p.a.w.nee lodges to return that night, we encamped in the wood, an' biled our kettle--this iron one ye see here. Adam had a kind o' likin' for't, and always carried it at his saddle-bow when he went out o' horseback. We'd just begun supper, when up comes the Wild-Cat, as he was called--Adam's enemy--an' sits down beside us.
"Of course, we could not say we thought he was up to mischief, though we suspected it, so we gave him his supper, an' he spent the night with us.
Nixt mornin' he bade us good-day, an' went off. Then Adam said he would go an' set beaver traps in a creek about a mile off. Bein' lazy that day, I said I'd lie a bit in the camp. So away he went. The camp was on a hill. I could see him all the way, and soon saw him in the water settin' his traps.
"Suddenly I seed the Wild-Cat step out o' the bushes with a bow an'
arrow. I knew what was up. I gave a roar that he might have heard ten miles off, an' ran towards them. But an arrow was in Adam's back before he could git to the sh.o.r.e. In a moment more he had the Injun by the throat, an' the two struggled for life. Adam could ha' choked him easy, but the arrow in his back let out the blood fast, an' he could barely hold his own. Yet he strove like a true man. I was soon there, for I nearly burst my heart in that race. They were on the edge of the water.
The Wild-Cat had him down, and was tryin' to force him over the bank.
"I had my big sword wi' me, an' hewed the reptile's head off with it at one blow, sendin' it into the river, an' tossin' the body in after it.
"'It's too late,' says Adam, as I laid him softly on the bank.
"I could see that. The head of the shaft was nearly in his heart. He tried to speak, but could only say, 'Take care o' my wife an' Mary'-- then he died, and I buried him there."
d.i.c.k paused, and clenched both hands convulsively as the thought of that black day came back upon him. But the glare in his eye soon melted into a look of sadness.
"Well, well," he continued, "it's long past now. Why should I be angry with the dead? Adam's wife never got the better o' that. She dropped her head like a prairie flower in the first blast of winter, an' was soon beside her husband.
"I waited till the little child could stump about on its own legs, an'
then I mounted my horse an' rode away with it in my arms. The only things belongin' to poor Adam I brought with me was the iron pot an' his long rifle. There the rifle stands in the corner. I've used it ever since."
"And have you and Mary lived here all alone since that day?"
"Ay. I came straight here--not carin' where I went, only anxious to get out o' the sight o' men, an' live alone wi' the child. I sought out a dwellin' in the wildest part o' these mountains, an' fell upon this cave, where we've lived happy enough together."
"Do you mean to say the child has never played with other children?"
inquired March, amazed at this discovery.
"Not much. I give her a run for a month or two at a time, now an' agin, when I fall on a friendly set o' well-disposed redskins--just to keep the right sort o' spirit in her, and comfort her a bit. But she's always willin' to live alone wi' me."
"Then she's never learned to read?" said March sadly.
"That has she. She's got one book. It's a story about a giant an' a fairy, an' a prince an' princess. Most 'xtraornar' stuff. I got it from a Blood Injun, who said he picked it up in a frontier settlement where the people had all been murdered. When we had nothin' better to do, I used to teach her her letters out o' that book, an' the moment she got 'em off she seemed to pick up the words, I dun' know how. She's awful quick. She knows every word o' that story by heart. An' she's invented heaps o' others o' the most amazin' kind. I've often thought o' goin' to the settlements to git her some books, but--"
d.i.c.k paused abruptly, and a dark frown settled on his features, as if the thoughts of civilised men and things revived unpleasant memories.
"The fact is," he continued somewhat bitterly, "I've been a hater of my race. You'd scarcely believe it, lad, but you are the first man I've ever told all this to. I can't tell why it is that I feel a likin' for ye, boy, an' a desire to have ye stop with me. But that must not be. I had but one friend. I must not make another to have him murdered, mayhap, before my eyes. Yet," he added in a gentle tone, taking March's hand in his and stroking it, "I feel a likin' for ye, boy, that makes me sad to think o' partin'."
"But we don't need to part, d.i.c.k," said March eagerly. "I like you too, and I like your style of life, an'--" He was going to have added that he liked Mary, and that he would live with them both all his days, when the little cottage at Pine Point settlement and his loving mother rose before him, and caused him to drop his head and terminate his speech abruptly.
Just then Mary re-entered the cavern, and put an end to the conversation.
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE.
MARCH, THOUGH WILLING IN SPIRIT, FINDS HIS BODY WEAK--HE MAKES MARY A PRESENT--THE TRAPPERS SET OUT TO SEARCH FOR THEIR LOST COMRADE--AN UNEXPECTED MEETING--BIG WALLER WAXES PUGNACIOUS--NEWS OF MARCH--d.i.c.k BECOMES MORE MYSTERIOUS THAN EVER--A RECKLESS PROPOSAL AND A HAPPY MEETING.
Next morning, before daybreak, March Marston attempted to set out for the Mountain Fort with d.i.c.k; but he was so thoroughly knocked up before the end of the first mile that he had to call a halt, and admit that he could not think of going further. This was just what d.i.c.k wanted; so he laughed, told him to go back and take care of Mary, and he would advance alone.
March returned, very much humbled, excessively pained in all his joints, and feeling as if he had reason to be ashamed of himself.
"Oh! you com back?" cried Mary as he entered the cavern with a crestfallen air. "Me so glad! Me know very well you no was poss'ble for travel."
Mary was perfectly artless. She made no attempt whatever to conceal her satisfaction at the youth's return, so he felt amazingly comforted, and even began to recover his self-esteem.
"Yes, Mary, I've come back, 'cause I can't go forward. It's o' no use tryin'; I'd just have knocked up on the way, which would have been awkward for d.i.c.k, you know, as well as for me. Besides, I couldn't fight just now to save my life."
"Well, you is right. You stop here an' git strong an' well. Me tell you stories 'bout d.i.c.k, or other mans if you likes. We'll have no fightin' to do. If there is, me take care of you. Me can doos a littil in that way."
March opened his eyes very wide at this, and stared at the pretty little vision in leather, but there was no smile or sly wrinkle on her countenance. She was looking quite gravely and sedately into the iron pot, which she happened to be stirring at that moment.
"Mary," he said, sitting down beside her, "d.i.c.k tells me you can read."
"Yis, me can read littil. But me only got one book." She sighed slightly as she said this.
"Would you like to have another book?"
"Oh yis, very very much. Have you got one?"
"Ay, one; the only one I have in the world, Mary; an' you're the only person in the world I'd give it to. But I'll give it to you, 'cause you've no chance of gettin' one like it here. It's a Bible--the one my mother gave me when I left home."
March pulled the little volume out of the breast of his coat as he spoke, and handed it to the girl, who received it eagerly, and looked at it with mingled feelings of awe and curiosity for some time before she ventured to open it.
"The Bibil. d.i.c.k have oftin speak to me 'bout it, an' try to 'member some of it. But he no can 'member much. He tell me it speak about the great good Spirit. Injins call him Manitow."
"So it does, Mary. I'll leave it with you when I go away. You say d.i.c.k couldn't remember much of it; neither can I, Mary. More shame to me, for many an' many a time has my poor mother tried to make me learn it off by heart."
"You mother?" repeated Mary earnestly. "Is you mother livin'?"
"That is she. At least, I left her well an' hearty in Pine Point settlement not many weeks agone."
"Me wish me had mother," said Mary with a sigh.
March gazed at the sad face of his fair companion with a perplexed yet sympathetic look. This was a new idea to him. Never having been without a mother, it had never entered into his head to think of such a thing as wishing for one.
"What you mother called?" said the girl, looking up quickly.
"Her name is Mary."
"Yis! that very strange. Call same as me."
"Not very strange, after all. There are a good number of Marys in the world," replied March with a laugh. "See, here is her name on the flyleaf of the Bible, written with her own hand, too: 'To my dear March, from his loving mother, Mary Marston, Pine Point settlement.' Isn't it a good round hand o' write?"
"Very pritty," replied Mary. But she had now begun to spell out the words of the book which had at last fallen into her hands, and March could not again draw her into general talk; so he was fain to sit down and help her to read the Bible.
Leaving them thus occupied, we will now return to the trappers, three of whom, it will be remembered--Bounce, Redhand, and Gibault--had reached the Mountain Fort and given the alarm. Soon afterwards the Indians arrived there; but finding everything in readiness to give them a warm reception, they retired at once, preferring to wait their opportunity rather than have a fair stand-up fight with the white men. About an hour after they had retired, Big Waller, Hawkswing, and the artist, came tearing towards the fort, and were at once admitted.