Chapter 19: The Safe Return

The surface of the snow had frozen again in the night, and Henry found good footing for his shoes. For a while he leaned most on the right ankle, but, as his left developed no signs of soreness, he used them equally, and sped forward, his spirits rising at every step. The air was cold, and there was but little breeze, but his own motion made a wind that whipped his face. The hollows were mostly gone from his cheeks, and his eyes no longer had the fierce, questing look of the famishing wild animal in search of prey. A fine red color was suffused through the brown of his face. He had chosen his course with due precaution. The broad surface, smooth, white, and glittering, tempted, but he put the temptation away. He did not wish to run any chance whatever of another Iroquois pursuit, and he kept in the forest that ran down close to the water’s edge. It was tougher traveling there, but he persisted.

But all thought of weariness and trouble was lost in his glorious freedom. With his crippled ankle he had been really like a prisoner in his cell, with a ball and chain to his foot. Now he flew along, while the cold wind whipped his blood, and felt what a delight it was merely to live. He went on thus for hours, skirting down toward the cliffs that contained “The Alcove.” He rested a while in the afternoon and ate the last of his rabbit, but before twilight he reached the creek, and stood at the hidden path that led up to their home.

Henry sat down behind thick bushes and took off his snowshoes. To one who had never come before, the whole place would have seemed absolutely desolate, and even to one not a stranger no sign of life would have been visible had he not possessed uncommonly keen eyes. But Henry had such eyes. He saw the faintest wisp of smoke stealing away against the surface of the cliff, and he felt confident that all four were there. He resolved to surprise them.

Laying the shoes aside, he crept so carefully up the path that he dislodged no snow and made no noise of any kind. As he gradually approached “The Alcove” he beard the murmur of voices, and presently, as he turned an angle in the path, he saw a beam of glorious mellow light falling on the snow.

But the murmur of the voices sent a great thrill of delight through him. Low and indistinct as they were, they had a familiar sound. He knew all those tones. They were the voices of his faithful comrades, the four who had gone with him through so many perils and hardships, the little band who with himself were ready to die at any time, one for another.

He crept a little closer, and then a little closer still. Lying almost flat on the steep path, and drawing himself forward, he looked into “The Alcove.” A fire of deep, red coals glowed in one corner, and disposed about it were the four. Paul lay on his elbow on a deerskin, and was gazing into the coals. Tom Ross was working on a pair of moccasins, Long Jim was making some kind of kitchen implement, and Shif’less Sol was talking. Henry could hear the words distinctly, and they were about himself.

“Henry will turn up all right,” he was saying. “Hasn’t he always done it afore? Then ef he’s always done it afore he’s shorely not goin’ to break his rule now. I tell you, boys, thar ain’t enough Injuns an’ Tories between Canady an’ New Orleans, an’ the Mississippi an’ the Atlantic, to ketch Henry. I bet I could guess what he’s doin’ right at this moment.”

“What is he doing, Sol?” asked Paul.

“When I shet my eyes ez I’m doin’ now I kin see him,” said the shiftless one. “He’s away off thar toward the north, skirtin’ around an Injun village, Mohawk most likely, lookin’ an’ listenin’ an’ gatherin’ talk about their plans.”

“He ain’t doin’ any sech thing,” broke in Long Jim.

“I’ve sleet my eyes, too, Sol Hyde, jest ez tight ez you’ve shet yours, an’ I see him, too, but he ain’t doin’ any uv the things that you’re talkin’ about.”

“What is he doing, Jim?” asked Paul.

“Henry’s away off to the south, not to the north,” replied the long one, “an’ he’s in the Iroquois village that we burned. One house has been left standin’, an’ he’s been occupyin’ it while the big snow’s on the groun’. A whole deer is hangin’ from the wall, an’ he’s been settin’ thar fur days, eatin’ so much an’ hevin’ such a good time that the fat’s hangin’ down over his cheeks, an’ his whole body is threatenin’ to bust right out uv his huntin’ shirt.”

Paul moved a little on his elbow and turned the other side of his face to the fire. Then he glanced at the silent worker with the moccasins.

“Sol and Jim don’t seem to agree much in their second sight,” he said. “Can you have any vision, too, Tom?”

“Yes,” replied Tom Ross, “I kin. I shet my eyes, but I don’t see like either Sol or Jim, ‘cause both uv ‘em see wrong. I see Henry, an’ I see him plain. He’s had a pow’ful tough time. He ain’t threatenin’ to bust with fat out uv no huntin’ shirt, his cheeks ain’t so full that they are fallin’ down over his jaws. It’s t’other way roun’; them cheeks are sunk a mite, he don’t fill out his clothes, an’ when he crawls along he drags his left leg a leetle, though he hides it from hisself. He ain’t spyin’ on no Injun village, an’ he ain’t in no snug camp with a dressed deer hangin’ by the side uv him. It’s t’other way ‘roan’. He’s layin’ almost flat on his face not twenty feet from us, lookin’ right in at us, an’ I wuz the first to see him.”

All the others sprang to their feet in astonishment, and Henry likewise sprang to his feet. Three leaps, and he was in the mellow glow.

“And so you saw me, Tom,” he exclaimed, as he joyously grasped one hand after another. “I might have known that, while I could stalk some of you, I could not stalk all of you.”

“I caught the glimpse uv you,” said Silent Tom, “while Sol an’ Jim wuz talkin’ the foolish talk that they most always talk, an’ when Paul called on me, I thought I would give ‘em a dream that ‘wuz true, an’ worth tellin’.”

“You’re right,” said Henry. “I’ve not been having any easy time, and for a while, boys, it looked as if I never would come back. Sit down, and I will tell you all about it.”

They gave him the warmest place by the fire, brought him the tenderest food, and he told the long and thrilling tale.

“I don’t believe anybody else but you would have tried it, Henry,” said Paul, when they heard of the fearful slide.

“Any one of you would have done it,” said Henry, modestly.

“I’m pow’ful glad that you done it for two reasons,” said Shif’less Sol. “One, ‘cause it helped you to git away, an’ the other, ‘cause that scoundrel, Braxton Wyatt, didn’t take you. ‘Twould hurt my pride tre-men-jeous for any uv us to be took by Braxton Wyatt.”

“You speak for us all there, Sol,” said Paul.

“What have all of you been doing?” asked Henry.

“Not much of anything,” replied Shif’less Sol. “We’ve been scoutin’ several times, lookin’ fur you, though we knowed you’d come in some time or other, but mostly we’ve been workin’ ‘roun’ the place here, fixin’ it up warmer an’ storin’ away food.”

“We’ll have to continue at that for some time, I’m afraid,” said Henry, “unless this snow breaks up. Have any of you heard if any movement is yet on foot against the Iroquois?”

“Tom ran across some scouts from the militia,” replied Paul, “and they said nothing could be done until warm weather came. Then a real army would march.”

“I hope so,” said Henry earnestly.

But for the present the five could achieve little. The snow lasted a long time, but it was finally swept away by big rains. It poured for two days and nights, and even when the rain ceased the snow continued to melt under the warmer air. The water rushed in great torrents down the cliffs, and would have entered “The Alcove” had not the five made provision to turn it away. As it was, they sat snug and dry, listening to the gush of the water, the sign of falling snow, and the talk of one another. Yet the time dragged.

“Man wuz never made to be a caged animile,” said Shif’less Sol. “The longer I stay shet up in one place, the weaker I become. My temper don’t improve, neither, an’ I ain’t happy.”

“Guess it’s the same with all uv us,” said Tom Ross.

But when the earth came from beneath the snow, although it was still cold weather, they began again to range the forest far in every direction, and they found that the Indians, and the Tories also, were becoming active. There were more burnings, more slaughters, and more scalpings. The whole border was still appalled at the massacres of Wyoming and Cherry Valley, and the savages were continually spreading over a wider area. Braxton Wyatt at the head of his band, and with the aid of his Tory lieutenant, Levi Coleman, had made for himself a name equal to that of Walter Butler. As for “Indian” Butler and his men, no men were hated more thoroughly than they.

The five continued to do the best they could, which was much, carrying many a warning, and saving some who would otherwise have been victims. While they devoted themselves to their strenuous task, great events in which they were to take a part were preparing. The rear guard of the Revolution was about to become for the time the main guard. A great eye had been turned upon the ravaged and bleeding border, and a great mind, which could bear misfortune-even disaster-without complaint, was preparing to send help to those farther away. So mighty a cry of distress had risen, that the power of the Iroquois must be destroyed. As the warm weather came, the soldiers began to march.

Rumors that a formidable foe was about to advance reached the Iroquois and their allies, the Tories, the English, and the Canadians. There was a great stirring among the leaders, Thayendanegea, Hiokatoo, Sangerachte, the Johnsons, the Butlers, Claus, and the rest. Haldimand, the king’s representative in Canada, sent forth an urgent call to all the Iroquois to meet the enemy. The Tories were’ extremely active. Promises were made to the tribes that they should have other victories even greater than those of Wyoming and Cherry Valley, and again the terrible Queen Esther went among them, swinging her great war tomahawk over her head and chanting her song of death. She, more than any other, inflamed the Iroquois, and they were eager for the coming contest.