Part 24 (1/2)

Upon their arrival there a consultation was held with the Seneca. The prospect of an expedition against his hereditary foes filled him with delight, and three of his braves also agreed to accompany them. Jake received the news with the remark:

”All right, Ma.s.sa Harold. It make no odds to dis chile whar he goes. You say de word--Jake ready.”

Half an hour sufficed for making the preparations, and they at once proceeded to the point where they had hidden the two canoes on the night when they joined General Burgoyne before his advance upon Ticonderoga.

These were soon floating on the lake, and they started to paddle to the mouth of the Sorrel, down this river into the St. Lawrence, and thence to Montreal. Their rifles they had recovered from the lake upon the day following that on which Ticonderoga was first captured; Deer Tail having dispatched to the spot two of his braves, who recovered them without difficulty, by diving, and brought them back to the fort.

At Montreal they stayed but a few hours. An ample supply of ammunition was purchased and provisions sufficient for the voyage; and then, embarking in the two canoes, they started up the St. Lawrence. It was three weeks later when they arrived at Detroit, which was garrisoned by a British force. Here they heard that there had been continuous troubles with the Indians on the frontier; that a great many farms and settlements had been destroyed, and numbers of persons murdered.

Their stay at Detroit was a short one. Harold obtained no news of his cousins, but there were so many tales told of Indian ma.s.sacres that he was filled with apprehension on their account. His worst apprehensions were justified when the canoes at length came within sight of the well-remembered clearing. Harold gave a cry as he saw that the farmhouse no longer existed. The two canoes were headed toward sh.o.r.e, and their occupants disembarked and walked toward the spot where the house had stood. The site was marked by a heap of charred embers. The outhouses had been destroyed, and a few fowls were the only living things to be seen in the fields.

”This here business must have taken place some time ago,” Peter said, breaking the silence. ”A month, I should say, or p'r'aps more.”

For a time Harold was too moved to speak. The thought of his kind cousins and their brave girl all murdered by the Indians filled him with deep grief. At last he said:

”What makes you think so, Peter?”

”It's easy enough to see as it was after the harvest, for ye see the fields is all clear. And then there's long gra.s.s shooting up through the ashes. It would take a full month, p'r'aps six weeks, afore it would do that. Don't you think so, chief?”

The Seneca nodded.

”A moon,” he said.

”Yes, about a month,” replied Peter. ”The gra.s.s grows quick after the rains.”

”Do you think that it was a surprise, Peter?”

”No man can tell,” the hunter answered. ”If we had seen the place soon afterward we might have told. There would have been marks of blood. Or if the house had stood we could have told by the bullet-holes and the color of the splintered wood how it happened and how long back. As it is, not even the chief can give ye an idea.”

”Not an attack,” the Seneca said; ”a surprise.”

”How on arth do you know that, chief?” the hunter exclaimed in surprise, and he looked round in search of some sign which would have enabled the Seneca to have given so confident an opinion. ”You must be a witch, surely.”

”A chief's eyes are not blind,” the redskin answered, with a slight smile of satisfaction at having for once succeeded when his white comrade was at fault. ”Let my friend look up the hill--two dead men there.”

Harold looked in the direction in which the chief pointed, but could see nothing. The hunter exclaimed:

”There's something there, chief, but even my eyes couldn't tell they were bodies.”

The party proceeded to the spot and found two skeletons. A few remnants of clothes lay around, but the birds had stripped every particle of flesh from the bones. There was a bullet in the forehead of one skull; the other was cleft with a sharp instrument.

”It's clear enough,” the hunter said, ”there's been a surprise. Likely enough the hull lot was killed without a shot being fired in defense.”

CHAPTER XIV.

RESCUED!

Harold was deeply touched at the evidences of the fate which had befallen the occupants of his cousin's plantation.