Part 19 (1/2)
”Now,” said the father, who felt as though his responsibility had increased since the departure of the African, ”Aunt Peggy, you must keep yourself and the girls as far back and away from the mouth of the cavern as you can, for there's no telling when a stray bullet may come in.”
”I will see that we are all out of harm's way, while we are here,” said Habakkuk McEwen.
”There's no doubt of that as far as yourself is concerned, but your personal safety is not a matter of concern to any of us here.”
”But, Richard,” ventured Aunt Peggy, coming close to the elbow of her brother-in-law, ”what are _you_ going to do?”
”I shall stay where I am, at the mouth of the cave, watching that point yonder. It won't do to relax our vigilance, for a single minute of such neglect may prove fatal.”
”But you will be struck, if a shot is sent into this place.”
”No one is safer than I; do you see?”
As he spoke he indicated a large, long stone, some twenty or more inches in length and a third as thick.
”It's a loose piece of the rock, which I chanced upon. I laid it in front of me across my line of vision to rest my gun upon. That gives me an easy position, while I have a good breast-work.”
”But don't you have to look over the line of protection, so as to keep good watch?” asked Maggie.
”There must be a certain amount of danger, no matter how well we are protected.”
But there was one fact which Mr. Brainerd, with all his forethought, failed to take note of: his anxiety was so great that he believed he could do without sleep for a week, and yet he should have known that if he undertook to lie down on his face and keep watch, no solicitude nor effort of the will could keep him awake.
The only recourse is that of continual motion, as is the case with the sailor on watch or the sentinel on guard at night.
In fact, no posture could have been more wooing to the gentle G.o.ddess that steals away our senses ere we are aware.
The females, as Mr. Brainerd had suggested, withdrew to the rear of the cavern, placing themselves at one side where no bullet could reach them, unless fired from the ma.s.s of rocks that the father was watching with such close attention.
Habakkuk McEwen, located near them, attempted a conversation, but no one showed any disposition to take part, and Aunt Peggy invited him so energetically to keep quiet that he complied.
As Mr. Brainerd lay extended on the flat, rocky floor of the cavern, with his gun c.o.c.ked and pointed outward, he asked himself more than one question which he could not answer.
Looking as hopefully as he might at the situation, he saw no ground for encouragement.
Gravity Gimp had departed, and he did not believe he would be able to come back. In this belief the settler was correct, for the African never placed foot in the cavern again.
He had gone, taking one of the guns with him, and so much power of defense was abstracted from the little party without any possible return.
Although Habakkuk McEwen seemed at first to be an acquisition, yet the cowardice shown a short time before so displeased Mr. Brainerd that, despite the necessity of union, he forbore almost entirely to have any communication with him.
Stretched out thus in the rocky shelter, with his gun thrust forward and his eyes fixed on the danger-point, the stillness became oppressive.
The deep, hollow roar of the forest, the soft murmur of the river, the distant crack of a rifle, and the shout of some wild Indian or flying fugitive--all these came to the listener with impressive distinctness.
But, at the same time, as I have shown, the situation was favorable to slumber, and ere the watcher suspected it, his eyes closed and his senses floated away.
He breathed so softly that none of his friends suspected he was sleeping. Indeed, almost at the same time, Habakkuk drifted into dreamland, his loud breathing being audible to all who were awake.