Chapter 3: An Invisible Chase

Deep in a shadowed glade sat the five, eating a quiet breakfast, and talking in low tones of satisfaction.

“I knew that you would come,” said Paul, “and when I heard the four cries of the wolf I knew, too, that all four of you were there. When you sent the call Braxton Wyatt, who alone might have suspected, was asleep. The Spanish commander was awake, and he was troubled, but he did not know why.”

“Wa’al, I guess he knows now,” said Shif’less Sol with a silent but deep laugh. “Ef he’s the kind o’ man you say he is, Paul, an’ I guess he is--he needed our teachin’ him a lesson. I hate a man who knows too much, who is too almighty certain, an’ I guess the Spaniard is one o’ that kind. Think o’ him comin’ out here in the woods, breakin’ faith, so to speak, an’ holdin’ you, Paul. Ef I wuz to go over to Europe, which I ain’t ever goin’ to do--an’ wuz to light down in one o’ them big cities, Paris or London, do you think I’d tell the fellers in the streets that I knowed more about their town than they did?”

“No, Sol,” said Paul, “you’re too wise a man ever to do such a thing.”

“I should hope I wuz,” said Sol emphatically. “Jest think o’ me stoppin’ a lot o’ French fellers in the streets o’ Paris, me jest happened in from the woods fur the fust time, an’ sayin’ to them: ‘Here, Bob, be keerful how you cross the street thar, it’s a right bad spot fur wagons, an’ you’d shorely git run over ef you tried it,’ or ‘Now, Dick, that thar is the wrong street that you’re takin’, ef you foller it you’ll land a full mile from your cabin.’”

“But Frenchmen are not named Bob and Dick,” said Paul with a smile.

“Wa’al ef they ain’t they ought to be,” said the shiftless one with conviction. “Why they want to call theirselves by all them long names nobody can pronounce, when there are a lot o’ good, nice, short, handy names like Dick, an’ Jim, an’ Bill, an’ Bob, an’ Hank, layin’ ‘roun’ loose an’ jest beggin’ to be used, is more’n I kin understand.”

“We must soon decide what to do,” said Henry. “If the Spanish captain concludes to help the Indians, and with Braxton Wyatt at his elbow I think he is likely to do it, our people in Kentucky will again be in great danger. We must drive the Spaniards back to New Orleans.”

“I agree with you,” said Paul, “but how is it to be done?”

“Mebbe we kin shoo ‘em back, skeer ‘em, so to speak,” said Shif’less Sol. “We’re jest bound to keep Spain out o’ this country.”

“It is true,” said Paul. “Great things grow out of little ones. Such a land as this is sure to have a great population some day and what we five do now, obscure and few as we are, may help to decide what that population is to be.”

As Paul spoke, his comrades and the shadowed glen floated away, and the look of seer came upon him. Again he saw great towns and a nation. The others regarded him with a little awe. The spiritual, or rather prophetic, quality in Paul always had their deep respect.

“Paul shorely does take mighty long looks ahead,” whispered Shif’less Sol to Henry, “an’ sometimes I can’t follow him clean to the end. I mostly drop by the way. I like to live this very minute, an’ I’m pow’ful glad to be alive right now. But I’m with him clean to the finish o’ our big job.”

Henry nodded and presently he and the shiftless one went away through the woods. Paul, Ross, and Long Jim remained lying at ease in the forest--Paul had learned the great wilderness lesson of patience--and about noon the two returned. They had been spying upon the Spanish camp, and they reported that Alvarez and his men had not moved.

“They seem to be waiting for something,” said Henry. “Braxton Wyatt is still with them, and they have posted more sentinels in a wider circle. I don’t believe they will move camp for several days. So long as they keep theirs there, we’ll keep ours here.”

“O’ course,” said the shiftless one. “We must keep the watch.”

Several days passed and there was little to do. One or another of the five at times crept close to the Spanish camp, and always reported that the men there were lounging at their ease and still waiting. Now and then the Spaniards hunted in detachments, usually guided by Braxton Wyatt, and brought in both deer and buffalo. On the fourth day Henry and Paul also went hunting.

“The country west of here,” said Henry, “opens out into a big prairie, and we may see something worth seeing.”

Paul did not ask what it was, content to go and see, and the two, rifle on shoulder, slipped away through the woods, taking a direct, western course.

Paul noticed that the country soon became much less hilly, and that the forest thinned. After a while hills and forest ceased altogether and the two stood upon the edge of a wide sweep of gently rolling, open country, extending so far that it met the horizon.

“Look,” said Henry. “A great prairie!”

“And look what’s on it!” exclaimed Paul.

Henry laughed and glanced at his comrade’s pleased face. As far as the eye could reach the prairie was covered with a multitude of great, dark animals, grazing on the short, sweet grass. Near by these animals, as Paul saw, were a few feet apart, but further on they seemed to blend into one solid, black, but heaving mass.

“A real buffalo herd,” said Henry.

Paul had seen buffaloes often in Kentucky, but there they were usually in small groups of a dozen or so, owing to the wooded nature of the country, and now he looked for the first time upon a great herd, twenty thousand, thirty thousand, maybe more--one could not calculate. The spectacle appealed greatly to his imaginative temperament.

“What a grand sight!” he said.

“Yes,” said Henry, “it is wonderful, but, Paul, this is nothing to what you can see on the great plains. When I was a captive with the northwestern Indians I’ve seen a herd that was passing our party all day, and it was also so wide you could not see across it.”

They stood there some time looking. The huge, savage bulls were on the outskirts of the herd, and just beyond them at the fringe of the forest were snarling timber wolves, waiting for a chance to drag down some careless calf, or a bull weakened to the last degree by old age.

As the two youths looked they heard a shot and saw a movement among the buffaloes. Another shot followed and then a half dozen. The portion of the herd near by seemed suddenly to contract and to roll in upon itself. The waiting wolves disappeared in the woods, and snorts of terror arose from the herd.

“There they are! I see them!” exclaimed Paul. “It is the Spaniards, sure enough!”

Five or six men in the Spanish military attire burst from the forest, not more than a hundred yards away, and continued to fire as fast as they could into the herd.

“How foolish!” exclaimed Henry. “Either they are wasting their shots or if they don’t waste them they are killing far more buffaloes than they can use!”

The boys withdrew into a thicket, as they did not wish to be seen by the Spaniards, and watched closely. The soldiers continued to reload and fire and uttered shouts of joy whenever a buffalo fell. Transported by excitement they scattered, and one man ran down near Paul and Henry, detaching himself unconsciously from the rest of his comrades.

This Spaniard was young and athletic, and he fired at a huge bull. Had he been an experienced hunter, he would have known better, as the bull was too big and tough to eat, and he was also one of the savage guardians of the herd. Moreover, the Spaniards were armed mostly with muskets, a weapon far inferior to the Kentucky rifle.

This great bull stung in the flank, but stung only, uttered a roar of pain, and, sharp horns down, charged directly upon the young Spaniard. He was a terrifying sight as he tore up the grass of the prairie, his red eyes flaming. The Spaniard, appalled, dropped his musket and ran for the woods, the great beast thundering at his heels, and his hot breath, in fancy at least, upon his back. Both Paul and Henry at that instant recognized him. It was one of the unfortunate sentinels. Luiz.

“I’ll save him,” said Henry, “but keep back, Paul! Don’t let him see you!”

The Spaniard was about to reach the edge of the wood, but another jump would bring the raging buffalo upon him. His foot caught among some roots and with a despairing cry he fell upon his face. But as he struck the ground there was a sharp, lashing report, far different from the dull boom of a musket, and the great animal suddenly ploughed forward on his head. So violent was his plunge, as he was stricken in mid-charge, that his neck was broken, and, after his crashing fall, he lay quite still.

The young Spaniard, Luiz, sprang to his feet unharmed, and he was confronted by a figure that startled him, the figure of a very tall and powerful youth, clad wholly in deerskin, leaning on a long, slender barreled Kentucky rifle, and looking at him contemplatively. So sudden was his appearance and so fixed his gaze that Luiz, although joyful over his escape from death, was startled and awed. His adventure of a few nights before when he was seized, bound, and gagged by unseen but powerful hands had left him shaken, and now his brain was whirling.

The young Spaniard stared at the figure, which neither moved nor spoke, but which returned his gaze with a fixed look. Was it a spirit, or was it really one of the Americans? But whatever it was, it had, beyond a doubt, saved his life, and deep down in his Spanish heart he was not ungrateful.

“Thanks, Señor!” he stammered. “Your shot--it came just in time!”

The apparition spoke, but only a few words.

“We are your friends, not your enemies, don’t forget,” it said, and the startled Luiz rubbed his eyes. The figure of the great youth was gone. It had been there and then it was not there, and only some bushes, waving slightly, told where it had been. He regained his musket, and, still bewildered, rejoined his comrades to tell them a story that they did not more than half believe.

Henry, laughing a little, returned to Paul. It had been a simple trick. He had merely darted away among the bushes, while Luiz was still in a daze.

“I did not want to see the man killed,” he said, “and maybe we have sowed a good seed, that will grow up in time, and produce something.”