Part 10 (1/2)

”Waugh!” exclaimed the elder savage.

”Hough!” returned the younger.

What more might have been said at that time no one can tell, for the conversation was cut short by a sound which caused both Indians to listen with intense earnestness. Their eyes glittered like the eyes of serpents, and their nostrils dilated like those of the wild-horse, while each man gently moved his right hand towards his weapon.

And if the too inquisitive reader should ask me how I could possibly come to know all this, seeing that I was not there at the time, I reply that the whole matter was related to me with minute and dramatic power by young Mozwa himself not long afterwards.

There was indeed ground for the excitement and earnest attention of those red-men, for the sweet and distant notes of a Canadian canoe-song had at that moment, for the first time, awakened the echoes of that part of the Great Nor'-west.

The two men were not indeed ignorant of the fact that such songs were sung by Canadian voyageurs--Maqua had even heard some of them hummed once by the men of Muskrat House, when, a good while before, he had paid a visit to that remote trading-post--but never before had father or son listened to the songs sung in full chorus as they now heard them.

Spell-bound they waited until the sound of oars mingled with the gradually strengthening song. Then their fingers closed convulsively upon their weapons and they sprang up.

”What does my son think?”

”He thinks that the white man may be on the war-path, and it behoves the red-man like the serpent to creep into the gra.s.s and lie still.”

The elder savage shook his head.

”No, Mozwa. The white man never goes on the war-path, except to track down murderers. When he goes through the land he travels as the red-man's friend. Nevertheless, it is well to be on our guard.”

As he spoke, the song, which had been increasing in strength every moment, suddenly burst forth with great power in consequence of the boat which bore the singers rounding a rocky point and coming into full view.

To sink into the gra.s.s, imitate the serpent and vanish from the scene, was the work of a few seconds on the part of Maqua and his son.

Meanwhile the boat, which I need scarcely say was ours, came sweeping grandly on, for the fineness of the evening, the calmness of the lake, the splendour of the scene, and the prospect of a good supper, to be followed by a good night's rest lent fresh vigour to the arms as well as to the voices of our men.

”Hold on a bit, boys,” cried Jack Lumley, standing up in the stern and looking sh.o.r.eward, ”this seems a pretty good place to camp.”

”There is a better place a few yards further on,” said Big Otter, who pulled the stroke oar. ”I know every foot of the country here. It is a soft--”

”What does Big Otter see?” asked Lumley, for the Indian had come to a sudden stop, and was gazing earnestly ahead.

”He sees the smoke of a fire.”

”Is it likely to be the fire of an enemy?”

”No--more like to be the camp of some of my people, but their wigwams are two days beyond this lake. Perhaps hunters are out in this direction.”

”We shall soon see--give way, lads!” said Lumley, sitting down.

In a few minutes the boat was on the beach. We sprang ash.o.r.e, and hastened to the spot where a thin wreath of smoke indicated the remains of a camp-fire.

Of course we carried our arms, not knowing whom we should meet with.

After examining the spot carefully, Big Otter stood up and was about to speak to our chief, when a slight peculiar chirp was heard in the bushes. It is probable that we should have deemed it that of some small bird and paid no attention to it if our Indian had not suddenly bent his head on one side as if to listen. At the same time he replied to the chirp. Again the sound was heard, and Big Otter, turning round quickly, without uttering a word, entered the bushes and disappeared.

”Stand ready, lads!” said Lumley in a quiet voice, bringing forward the muzzle of his gun, ”there's no saying what may come of this.”

Scarcely had he spoken when a rustling was heard in the bushes. Next moment they were thrust aside and Big Otter reissued from them, followed by two Indians, whom he introduced to us as his brother and nephew. At the same time he gave us the gratifying information that his tribe had moved up from the region in which they usually dwelt for the purpose of hunting and fis.h.i.+ng in the neighbourhood of the lake, and that the camp was not more than six or seven miles distant, from the spot on which we stood.