it caused lieutenant godfrey the deepest chagrin to reflect that, after his remarkable escapes of the day, he had been taken prisoner in this fashion.
he was in a crouching posture, watching the scene in front, when several seneca warriors returning to camp discovered him, and before he could make an effective resistance, he was borne to the ground, disarmed, and made prisoner.
but chagrin was quickly lost in alarm, for there could be no doubt of the intentions of queen esther respecting all her captives.
it was characteristic of the youth that his first misgiving was concerning his father, who was but such a short distance behind him, and he expected every minute to see the hapless man brought in as his companion.
but as time passed, fred gained hope for him, and, recalling his pledge, believed he would keep beyond danger.
katharine montour bent her gaze upon the youth, as he came in front of her escorted by several warriors, and then she broke into a chuckling laugh.
this extraordinary creature was once quite popular with civilized people, and she spoke english as well as the seneca tongue.
"ha, ha, ha," she added, "you're another yankee, ain't you?"
fred had no wish to deny the charge, but he thought best to hold his peace. if she were disposed to enter into a fair argument, he could maintain his own with her; but the relative situation of the two was that of the wolf and lamb in the fable, and, no matter what line he might take, or how skillfully he might try to conciliate her, she would only work herself into a still more furious passion.
he therefore did wisely in not making any reply, but with his hand at his side, and with a stolid, drooping, half-vacant gaze like that of the other prisoners, he looked mutely at her.
the attractive appearance of the young lieutenant, and his manly bearing when first brought before her, may have suggested to queen esther that a prisoner of more consideration than usual was at her disposal.
her exultation, therefore, was the greater, because she would gain this additional means of ministering to her thirst for vengeance.
"you yankee officer?" she asked, peering into his handsome face.
"i am a lieutenant in the continental army," answered fred.
"all the captains were killed," was the truthful declaration of the queen, "and more of you yankees shall be killed; do you see these here?" she asked, making a sweep with her hand toward the captives. "all of them shall die by my hands—yes, by my hands. do you hear?"
fred heard, but he did not think it wise to take the negative of the question, and he continued to hold his peace.
while the indians were looking on with that apparent indifference which the race can so well assume under the most trying circumstances, queen esther suddenly whipped out from the folds of her gaudy dress a scalp, which she flourished in front of the prisoners. then, with many execrations, she began a weird song and dance up and down in front of them.
this shocking scene lasted but a few minutes, when other indians came in with more prisoners, among whom fred recognized several acquaintances. they looked sorrowfully at each other, but said nothing.
the lieutenant counted, and saw there were precisely eighteen, besides himself. it must have been that queen esther had stopped in this piece of woods, and, calling in a number of her senecas, had sent them out to bring in all the captives they could.
she had now secured enough to satisfy her, and she started up the river with them.
the hapless ones walked in a straggling group together, while the indians were on either hand in front, and the queen at the rear, as if she wished to contemplate and enjoy the treat in prospect.
whither they were going, fred could only guess, but he was certain that it was to some spot where torture would be inflicted on the patriots.
the mixed company had progressed something like an eighth of a mile, when a sudden confusion occurred in the ranks, and those who looked around caught sight of a man dashing through the undergrowth with the speed of a frightened deer.
queen esther recognized the figure as that of the young lieutenant, and, with a shriek of rage, hurled her tomahawk, missing him only by a hair's breadth.
at the same moment she called upon her warriors to recapture him, and they dashed off with all speed, not needing the incentive of her command.
it may be said that in such daring breaks for life as that of fred godfrey, everything depends on the start. he made such a tremendous bound that he was several rods distant before his foes really understood what had taken place.
another piece of extremely good fortune lay in the fact that the woods where this was done were quite dense, and in the approaching twilight the start gained by the fugitive actually placed him beyond their sight.
this by no means insured his escape, for his pursuers were too close on his heels, but it gave him an advantage, the importance of which cannot be overstated.
fred, as you have been told, was fleet of foot, and he now did his utmost, but he could not hope to outrun those who were so close.
he had gone a short distance only, when he turned to the right, and threw himself down beside a fallen tree which lay across his path, and he was not a moment too soon.
the next instant, two warriors bounded over the log and vanished in the wood. as they were sure to suspect the trick that had been played, fred did not stay where he was. he knew the senecas would speedily return, and he could not elude such a search as they would be sure to make.
crawling away from the friendly log, he hurried silently off in a crouching posture, and soon reached a point where he felt quite safe from detection, though he did not throw his caution aside.
as soon as he felt himself master of his movements he made his way back to the point where he had separated from his father; but, although he cautiously signaled to him, he received no response, and he concluded that he was still in hiding somewhere in the neighborhood, and was afraid to answer the calls, if, indeed, he heard them; or he had managed to cross the susquehanna, and was searching for the rest of his family.
in either case it was a great relief to find he had not fallen into the hands of queen esther, who was certain to be doubly savage, now that she had lost the prisoner whom she valued the most.
"if those captives would only made a break," said fred, to himself, "some would get off; but, as it is, they are like dumb brutes led to the slaughter, and all will perish miserably—heaven help them!"
