w e chatted carelessly about many things, as we rode slowly onward, our unguided horses following those in advance along the well-marked trail close beside the water along the sandy beach. mademoiselle was full of life and bubbling over with good-humor; while de croix, having found the essentials of his toilet safe, grew witty and light of speech, even interesting me now and then in the idle words that floated to my ears,—for he managed to monopolize the attention of the young girl so thoroughly that after a little time i sat silent in my saddle, scarce adding a word to their gay tilt, my eyes and thought upon the changing scene ahead.
i know not why, as i reflect calmly upon the incidents of that morning, i should have grown so confident that the savages meant us fair; yet this feeling ? 262 ? steadily took possession of me, and i even began to regret that i had not stayed behind in quest of her for whom i had come so far. surely it was hopeless for me to dangle longer beside mademoiselle, for de croix knew so well the little ins and outs of social intercourse that i was like a child for his play. moreover, it was clear enough that the girl liked him, or he would never presume so to monopolize her attention. that she saw through much of his vain pretence, was indeed probable; her words had conveyed this to me. nevertheless, it was plain she found him entertaining; he was like a glittering jewel in that rough wilderness, and i was too dull of brain and narrow of experience to hope for success against him in a struggle for the favor of a girl so fair and gay as this toinette.
i thought the matter all out as i rode on through the sunlight, my eyes upon the painted savages who trooped along upon our right in such stolid silence and seeming indifference, my ears open to the light badinage and idle compliments of my two companions. yes, it would be better so. when the indians left the column at the head of the lake, i would invent some excuse that might allow me to accompany them on their return, and i would remain in the neighborhood of the fort until elsa matherson had been found.
just in front of us, a large army wain struggled along through the yielding sand, drawn by a yoke of ? 263 ? lumbering oxen. the heavy canvas cover had been pushed high up in front, and i could see a number of women and children seated upon the bedding piled within, and looking with curious interest at the stream of indians plodding moodily beside the wheels. some of the little tots' faces captivated me with their expression of wide-eyed wonder, and i rode forward to speak with them; for love of children is always in my heart.
as i turned my horse to draw back beside mademoiselle, my eyes rested upon the stockade of the old fort, now some little distance in our rear; and to my surprise it already swarmed with savages. not less than five hundred indians,—warriors, all of them, and well armed,—tramped as guards beside our long and scattered column, yet hundreds of others were even now overrunning the mound and pouring in at the fort gates, eager for plunder. i could hear their shouting, their fierce yells of exultation, while the grim and silent fellows who accompanied us never so much as glanced around, although i caught here and there the glint of a cruel, crafty eye. the sight made me wonder; and i swung my long rifle out from the straps at my back down across the pommel of my saddle, more ready to my hand.
the trail we had been following now swerved nearer the lake, deflected somewhat by a long high ridge of beaten sand, separating the shore from the ? 264 ? prairie. here the two advancing lines of white and red diverged, the indians moving around to the western side of the sand-ridge, while captain wells and his miami scouts continued their march along the beach. there was nothing about this movement to awaken suspicion of treachery, for the beach at this point had narrowed too much for so great a number moving abreast, and it was therefore only natural that our allies should seek a wider space for their marching, knowing they could easily reunite with us a mile or so below, where the beach broadened again. their passing thus from our sight was a positive relief; and so quiet did everything become, except for groaning wheels and the heavy tread of horses, that mademoiselle glanced up in surprise.
"why, what has become of the indians?" she questioned. "have they already left us?"
i pointed to the intervening sand-ridge.
"they move parallel with us, but prefer to walk upon the prairie-grass rather than these beach pebbles. for my part, i would willingly dispense with their guard altogether; for in my judgment we are of sufficient strength to defend ourselves."
"ay, strong enough against savages," interposed de croix, his eyes upon the straggling line ahead; "yet if by any chance treachery was intended, surely i never saw military formation less adapted for repelling sudden attack. mark how those fellows march ? 265 ? out yonder!—all in a bunch, and with not so much as a corporal's guard to protect the wagons!"
i was no soldier then, and knew little of military formation; but his criticism seemed just, and i ventured not upon answering it. indeed, at that very moment some confusion far in front, where captain wells led his scouts, attracted my attention. we must have been a mile and a half from the fort by this time, and i recalled to memory the little group of trees standing beside the trail where we had halted on our journey westward to enjoy our earliest glimpse of dearborn. at first i could make out little of what was taking place ahead; then suddenly i saw the squad of miamis break hastily, like a cloud swept by a whirling wind, and the next instant could clearly distinguish captain wells riding swiftly back toward the column of infantry, his head bare, and one arm gesticulating wildly. in a moment the whole line came to a startled and wondering pause.
"what is it?" questioned mademoiselle anxiously, shading her eyes. "have the indians attacked us?"
"god knows!" i exclaimed, clinching my rifle firmly. "but it must be,—look there!"
wheeling rapidly into line, as if at command, although we could hear no sound of the order, the soldiers poured one quick volley into the sand-ridge on their right, and then, with a cheer which floated ? 266 ? faintly back to us, made a wild rush for the summit. this was all i saw of the struggle in front,—for, with a cry of dismay, the miamis composing the rear-guard broke from their posts beside the wagons and came running back past us in a panic of wild terror. i saw sergeant jordan throw himself across their line of flight, striking fiercely with his gun, and cursing them for a pack of cowardly hounds; but he was thrown helplessly aside in their blind rush for safety.
"wayland! de croix!" he shouted, staggering to his knees, "help me stop these curs, if you would save our lives!"
it was a fool thing, yet in the excitement i did it, and de croix was beside me. two or three of the settlers on foot rallied with us, and together we struck so hard against those cowering renegades that for the moment we held them, though their fear gave them desperation difficult to withstand. i recall noticing de croix, as he pressed his rearing horse into the huddled mass, lashing at the faces of the fellows mercilessly with his riding-whip, as if thinking mademoiselle would admire his reckless gallantry.
a wild yell, with the mad thrill of the war-whoop in it, suddenly assailed our ears; the miamis broke to the left like a flock of frightened birds, and my startled glance revealed a horde of naked indians, howling like maniacs, and with madly brandished weapons, pouring over the sand-ridge not thirty feet ? 267 ? away from us. with a shout of warning, which was half a curse at my own mad folly, i drove the spurs deep into my horse's side in a vain endeavor to fling myself between them and the girl. hardly had the startled animal made one quick plunge, when we were locked in that human avalanche as if gripped by a vise of steel. a dozen dark hands grasped my bridle or clutched at me, their swarthy faces fierce with blood-lust, the eyes that fronted me cruel with passion and inflamed by hate. i heard shots not far away; but we were all too closely jammed to do more than fight in a desperate hand-to-hand struggle with club and knife.
the saddle is a poor place from which to swing a rifle, yet i stood high in my wooden stirrups and struck madly at every indian head i saw, battering their faces till from the very horror of it they gave slowly back. i won a yard—two yards—three,—my horse biting viciously at their naked flesh, and lashing out with both fore-feet like a fiend, while i swept my gun-stock in a widening circle of death. for the moment, i dreamed we might drive them back; but then those devils blocked me, clinging to my horse's legs in their death agony, and laughing back into my face as i struck them down.
once i heard de croix swearing in french beside me, and glanced around through the mad turmoil to see him cutting and hacking with broken blade, pushing into the midst of the mêlée as if he had real ? 268 ? joy in the encounter. while i thus had him in view, a knife whistled through the air, there was a quick dazzle in the sunlight, and he reeled backward off his horse and disappeared in the ruck below.
never in a life of fighting have i battled as i did then, feeling that i alone might hope to reach her side and beat back these foul fiends till help should come to us. the stock of my rifle shattered like glass; but i swung the iron barrel with what seemed to me the strength of twenty men, striking, thrusting, stabbing, my teeth set, my eyes blurring with a mist of blood, caring for nothing except to hit and kill. i know not now whether i advanced at all in that last effort, though my horse trod on dead bodies. only once in those awful seconds did i gain a glimpse of mademoiselle through the mist of struggle, the maze of uplifted arms and striking steel. she had reined her horse back against a wheel of the halted wagon, and with white face and burning eyes was lashing desperately with the loaded butt of her riding-whip at the red hands which sought to drag her from the saddle.
the sight maddened me, and again my spurs were driven into my horse's flanks. as he plunged forward, some one from behind struck me a crushing blow across the back of the head, and i reeled from my saddle, a red mist over my eyes, and went hurling face downward upon the mass of reeling, tangled bodies.
"she had reined her horse back against a wheel of the halted wagon."
