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"Vengeance!" was now the cry, as the hunters left the place in hot pursuit.
They knew that the savages could not be far off, and that they were unmounted, but they also knew that if they succeeded in gaining the larger portions of thick bush with which some parts of that region were covered it would be impossible to follow them up. Moreover, it was growing dark, and there was no time to lose.
In a few minutes Ian and Victor were left alone with two men who had agreed to look after the body of the murdered man.
Sadly and silently they assisted in laying the corpse in a cavity of the rocks, and covering it over with large stones to protect it from wolves, and then prepared to leave the spot.
"Will they succeed, think you, in overtaking the murderers?" asked Victor of one of the men.
"Succeed? Ay, no fear of that!" replied the hunter, with a vindictive scowl. "It's not the first time some of them have been out after the Sioux."
"We will ride back to camp, Vic," said Ian, rousing himself from a reverie; "it is no part of our duty to assist in executing vengeance. If the camp were assailed we should indeed be bound to help defend it, but there are more than enough men out to hunt down these murderers. If a cart is not already on its way for the corpse we will send one. Come."
That night the avengers returned; they had overtaken and shot down eight of the Sioux,--the remaining four gained the bushes and escaped. None of themselves were hurt, but one had a narrow escape, an arrow having passed between his shirt and skin.
Next day Victor and his friends prepared to leave the hunters and resume the chase of Petawanaquat, but they were arrested by one of those terrific thunderstorms which occasionally visit the prairies. They were already mounted and on the point of taking leave, when the air darkened suddenly, the sky became overcast, lightning began to flash in vivid gleams, and a crash of thunder seemed to rend the earth and heavens.
Presently Herr Winklemann, who meant to ride with the parting guests a short way, and was also mounted, uttered a shout, and immediately horse and man rolled upon the plain. The man rose slowly, but the horse lay still--killed by lightning! By the same flash, apparently, another horse was struck dead.
"Vell, you has tomble very often vid me," said the German, contemplating the fallen steed, "bot you vill tomble again no mor."
"Oui, he is mort," sighed Rollin, looking down.
After this first burst there was a considerable lull, but appearances were so gloomy that departure was delayed.
Soon after, the storm burst with a degree of violence that the oldest hunter said he had never before witnessed. Lightning, wind, rain, thunder, seemed to have selected the spot for a battle-ground. Although the camp was pitched on comparatively high and rocky ground, the deluge was so great that in the course of ten minutes nearly everything was afloat. (See Note 1.) The camp was literally swimming, and some of the smaller children were with difficulty saved from drowning. So furious was the wind that the tents were either thrown down or blown to ribbons. During the storm three of the Indian tents, or lodges, were struck by lightning. In one of these a Canadian was killed; in another all the inmates--an Indian, his wife, two children, and two dogs--were killed, and a gun beside them was melted in several parts as though it had been lead.
Then there fell a shower of hail, the stones of which were solid angular pieces of ice larger than a hen's egg, by which some of the people were severely wounded before they found shelter under the carts and overturned tents.
It was a terrible display of the power of God, and yet, strange to say, so far is such a scene incapable of influencing man's fallen nature for good, that occasions such as these, when the camp is in disorder, are often taken advantage of by Indians to approach and steal the horses.
Being well aware of this propensity of the red man, Baptiste Warder and his captains kept a sharp look-out. It was well they did so, for, after the storm, a formidable band of Sioux was discovered within a short distance of the camp.
Their wily chief was, however, equal to the occasion. He assumed the role of an injured man. He had come to remonstrate with the half-breeds, and charge them with cruelty.
"My warriors," said he, "killed only one of your people, and for that one you murdered eight of my braves."
The half-breeds spoke the chief fairly, however, and entertained him and his followers hospitably, so that the affair was amicably settled, and they went away in peace. But dark eyes had met in deadly hatred during the conference.
The party of Indians who had joined the hunters with Victor and his comrades were Saulteaux, (Pronounced Sotoes), and the bitter enemies of the Sioux. Some time after the Sioux had taken their departure, a band of about fifty of these Saulteaux left the camp stealthily, and pursued a detached party of their foes for about ten miles. They overtook them at a small stream. The unsuspecting Sioux prepared to swim over to them, mistaking them at first for friends, but a volley which killed three undeceived them. The fire was instantly returned and a smoke raised to alarm the country. The Saulteaux retreated, while the Sioux, gathering force, pursued, and it is probable that the whole of the assailants would have been scalped if night had not favoured them. In this raid seven Sioux were killed and three wounded. Of the Saulteaux three were killed and four wounded.
Again the camp was visited by enraged and armed Sioux to the number of 300, who challenged the Saulteaux to come forth man to man, and fight it out. The latter declined, and the half-breeds, many of whom were related by marriage to the Saulteaux, managed to patch up a hollow peace between them.
At last Victor, Ian, and Rollin got away, glad to have done both with buffalo and savages. They now possessed three good horses, a supply of fresh provisions, and plenty of ammunition. Thus provided they galloped off with light hearts over the boundless plains, and soon left the camp of the hunters far behind them.
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Note 1. This is no picture of the fancy, but true in all its details.
CHAPTER EIGHT.
THE CHASE CONTINUED, AND BROUGHT TO A FIERY TERMINATION.
With the unerring certainty of blood-hounds, the three friends now settled down to the pursuit of Petawanaquat. From the Saulteaux Indians they had received an exact description of the spot where the fugitive had parted from them; they had, therefore, little difficulty in finding it. Still less difficulty had they in following up the trail, for the grass was by that time very long, and a horse leaves a track in such grass which, if not very obvious to unaccustomed eyes, is as plain as a highway to the vision of a backwoods hunter or a redskin.
Over the prairie waves they sped, with growing excitement as their hopes of success increased; now thundering down into the hollows, anon mounting the gentle slopes at full swing, or rounding the clumps of trees that here and there dotted the prairie like islets in an interminable sea of green; and ever, as they rounded an islet or topped a prairie wave, they strained their eyes in earnest expectation of seeing the objects of their pursuit on the horizon, but for several days they raced, and gazed, and hoped in vain. Still they did not lose confidence, but pressed persistently on.
"Our horses are fresh and good," said Victor as they reined in to a gentle trot on the brow of a knoll to rest for a few minutes, "and Petawanaquat's horse, whether good or bad, is double-weighted--although, to be sure, Tony is not heavy."
"Besides," said Ian, "the redskin does not dream now of pursuit; so that, pressing on as we do, we _must_ overtake him ere long."
"Voila, de buffalo!" said Rollin, pointing to a group of these huge creatures, in the midst of which two bulls were waging furious war, while the cows stood by and looked on. "Shall ve go an' chase dem?"
"No, Rollin; we have more important game to chase," said Victor, whose conscience, now that he was free from the exciting influences of the camp, had twinged him more than once for his delay--even although it was partly justifiable--while the image of poor Tony, with outstretched, appealing hands on a flying horse behind a savage, was ever before him. "Come on come on!"
He switched his horse, and went skimming down the slope, followed by his comrades.
Soon they came to a place where the ground was more broken and rocky.
"Voila! a bar! a bar!" shouted the excitable half-breed; "com, kill him!"
They looked, and there, sure enough, was an object which Rollin declared was a large grizzly bear. It was a long way off, however, and the ground between them seemed very broken and difficult to traverse on horseback. Ian Macdonald thought of the bear's claws, and a collar, and Elsie, and tightened his reins. Then he thought of the risk of breaking a horse's leg if the bear should lead them a long chase over such ground, and of the certain loss of time, and of Petawanaquat pushing on ahead. It was a tempting opportunity, but his power of self-denial triumphed.
"No, Rollin, we have no time to hunt."
"Behold!" exclaimed Rollin again; "more buffalo!"
They had swept past the stony ground and rounded a clump of trees, behind which a small herd of animals stood for a few seconds, staring at them in mute amazement. These snorted, set up their tails, and tore wildly away to the right. This was too much. With a gleeful yell, Rollin turned to pursue, but Victor called to him angrily to let the buffalo be. The half-breed turned back with a sigh.
"Ah, vell! ve must forbear."
"I say, Vic," remarked Ian, with a significant smile, "why won't you go after the buffalo?"
Victor looked at his friend in surprise.
"Surely," he said, "it is more important as well as more interesting to rescue one's brother than to chase wild animals!"
"True, but how does that sentiment accord with your wish that you might spend eternity in hunting buffalo?"
"Oh, you know," returned Victor, with a laugh, "when I said that I wasn't thinking of--of--"
He switched his horse into a wilder gallop, and said no more. He had said quite enough. He was not the only youth in North America and elsewhere who has uttered a good deal of nonsense without "thinking." But then that was long ago. Youths are wiser now!
On the evening of that day, when the sun went down, and when it became too dark to follow the trail, and, therefore, unsafe to travel for fear of stumbling into badger-holes, the three friends pulled up beside a clump of wood on the margin of a little stream, and prepared their encampment.
Little did they
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