if the lipan chief could but have known, when he set out from his camp that evening, what had been determined on by many bears and his councillors, he might have proceeded more wisely. the apache chief did not even go over the river, nor did any great number of his warriors. those who went came back almost immediately, and murray saw that nothing more could be done in behalf of peace.
"send warning come with braves?" inquired many bears, when at last his whole force was gathered, impatient to be led away.
"no. we two will stay and help take care of camp. pale-faces make big peace with lipans not long ago. bad for us to strike them."
the chief could understand that.
an indian of any tribe is held to be bound by the treaties made by his people. the younger braves sometimes forget their duty as completely as some young white men do, but an old warrior, a wise man, like send warning, was naturally expected to know better. he did not lose anything, therefore, in the good opinion of his new friends, and the only reply of many bears was, "ugh! good. stay with camp. lodge ready. lipans never get near camp. all safe."
it might not have been so entirely safe, a few hours later, if captain skinner and his miners had known, when they passed it so nearly, that all its fighting population were then miles away on the prairie.
not many miles, however, for many bears was thinking of murray's assertion that his enemies would surely come to attack him, and he did not intend to let them get by him in the dark. they came pretty near it, after all, widely as the apaches spread themselves, and keenly as they kept up their lookout.
to-la-go-to-de's grand "circuit" would have succeeded, and he would have dashed in upon the unprotected camp, if it had not been for a mere dwarf of a young brave who had stolen that opportunity to go on his "first war-path." he had done so without permission from his elders, and so kept well away from them, for fear some old warrior or chief might send him back to camp in disgrace.
boy as he was, however, his ears were of the best, and he knew the sound of the feet of many horses. he heard them coming, and then he knew by the sudden silence that they had halted.
it was just at that moment that the spies of two knives came racing up to announce the suspicious change of direction on the part of the miners, and the chief was considering the matter.
"not go back to camp?"
"no," said one of the lipan braves, pointing toward the south. "all pale-faces go that way."
"ugh. good. pale-face chief very cunning. not want to run against apaches. go way around. get there before we do. we ride."
the apache boy had not waited for them to start again. he had promptly wheeled his pony and dashed away through the darkness with the news.
he had not far to go before he fell in with a squad of his own people, and his work was done. older and wiser braves than himself, with eyes and ears as keen as his own, rode forward to keep watch of the advancing lipans, while the others lashed their ponies fiercely away to spread the warning.
many bears had no notion of fighting so terrible an enemy with less than his whole force, and he was in no hurry to begin. orders were sent for every body to fall back without being seen, and the lipans were allowed to come right along, with the mistaken idea that they were about to make a surprise. it is bad to try such a thing as that and then be surprised yourself instead of astonishing anybody else.
the lipans were moving in two long, scattered ranks, one about a hundred yards in advance of the other, expecting at any moment to come in sight of the camp-fires of the apaches, or to meet some stray scout or other, when suddenly old to-la-go-to-de himself rose in his saddle, and sent back a low, warning cry. he had detected the neighborhood of enemies. he had seen shadowy forms flitting along in the gloom around him, and he was not sure but he had heard the beat of hoofs upon the sod.
in half a minute after he had uttered the warning cry which so suddenly halted his warriors, he was quite sure he heard such sounds, and a great many others.
first came a scattering but hot and rapid crash of rifle firing, then a fierce chorus of whoops and yells; and then, before the two ranks of lipans could join in one body, a wild rush of shouting horsemen dashed in between them. there was a twanging of bows, a clatter of lances, more firing, with greater danger of somebody getting hit than there had been at first, and two knives found his little band assailed on all sides at once by superior numbers. the orders of many bears were that the rear rank of his foes should only be kept at bay at first, so that he could centre nearly all his force upon the foremost squad. the latter contained a bare two dozen of chosen warriors, and their courage and skill were of little use in such a wild hurly-burly. to-la-go-to-de and three more even suffered the disgrace of being taken prisoners, knocked from their ponies, tied up, and led away toward the apache village. had captain skinner and his miners been on hand, with all the lipans they had killed or wounded, the result might have been different. but captain skinner was hurrying his men toward the ford, and nothing could restore to usefulness the warriors who had been smitten by their bullets.
the rear rank of the lipans had made a brave charge at once, but it had taught them all they needed to know. that was a lost battle, and their only remaining hope was in the speed of their horses. they turned from that fruitless charge as one man, and rode swiftly away—swiftly, but not wildly, for they were veterans, and they kept well together. they were dangerous men to follow, and the main body of their foes was not yet ready to try it.
by the time old two knives and his three warriors were safely tied up, his fugitives' "rear rank" had galloped quite a distance, all the while successfully beating off the squads of "young braves" that annoyed them.
there is an old proverb that "a stern chase is always a long chase," and the lipans were even better mounted than their pursuers. besides, they all knew exactly what to do, and the night seemed to be getting darker, as if for their benefit. they could not mistake their way, and there were very few apaches near them when they at last rode into their own camp.
there was no time for them to throw away in talking over their defeat, but they seemed to be united in their opinion that it was in some way due to bad faith on the part of captain skinner and his miners. if there was no time for anything else, therefore, enough could be spared for gathering the horses and mules of the pale-faces and setting their wagon on fire. they did the same with their own, after taking out of it all they could carry in any other way. they would have some good plunder to show on their return home, if they should get there, but what account could they give of the loss of their great war-chief and so many of his best braves, horses and all?
the apaches were beginning to show themselves on the borders of the camp, and to send threatening whoops and distant shots into it, before the remnant of the lipans were ready to move.
they sent their quadrupeds and wounded men ahead, toward the mouth of the pass by which they had entered that valley, and behind these the warriors rode sullenly along, every one of them longing for an opportunity to strike one more blow before he crossed the mountains. nothing of the kind could be done that night, but there was no saying what might come into their angry minds before morning. they would have plenty of time to think after they were once safe in the pass, for their enemies would not dream of following them among the rocks.
