Part 10 (1/2)

”But why should I not go rather to the Cliff Fort?” asked Kenneth. ”The store there is a public one, and our buying food from the fur-traders will lay us under no obligation to Mr Redding, whom, excuse me, I think you have judged too hastily.”

”It matters not how I have judged him,” retorted McLeod sternly. ”There is no occasion to go near him at all. As I have said--”

He stopped abruptly, for at that moment an Indian was seen approaching.

He was a powerfully-built fellow, with a handsome figure and face, though the latter was very dark, and he walked with a stoop and an awkward slouching gait. He wore his long black hair in straight elfin locks; those in front having been cut across the forehead just above the eyebrows, as being the simplest method of clearing the way for vision.

He was clad in a very dirty soiled hunting-s.h.i.+rt and leggings of leather, with moccasins of the same, and carried a long gun on his shoulder. McLeod also observed, with much satisfaction, that several partridges hung by their necks from the belt which encircled his waist.

Of course the meeting that ensued was conducted in pantomime, with a few useless remarks in English from Kenneth, who appeared to entertain an idea which is not uncommon among sailors, namely, that a man who knows nothing whatever of the language is more likely to understand bad than good Englis.h.!.+ ”Where you come from?” he asked, after shaking hands with the Indian and giving him the salutation, ”watchee?” (what cheer), which he understood, and returned.

A shake of the head was the reply.

”Where you go--_go_?” said Kenneth, in the hope apparently that emphasis might awaken intelligence.

Again the Indian shook his head.

”What's the use of asking him?” said McLeod senior. ”See, here is a language that is understood by all men.”

He pulled a powder flask from his pocket, and, shaking it at the ear of the savage, offered it to him, at the same time pointing to the partridges and to his own open mouth.

This pantomime was evidently comprehensible, for the man at once threw the birds at McLeod's feet, and, taking the flask, emptied its contents into his own powder-horn.

”Good,” said McLeod, picking up the birds. ”Now, Kenneth, if we can prevail on this redskin to remain by us it won't be necessary to send you to Jenkins Creek.”

As he spoke, Flora issued from the opening of the tarpaulin tent, exclaiming--”Father, I've just--”

On seeing the red man she stopped and gazed at him with much interest.

The native returned the gaze, and for one moment a gleam of admiration lighted up his swarthy countenance, but it pa.s.sed like a flash of light and left that stoical look of impa.s.sibility so common to the men of the American wilderness.

”What were you about to say, Flo?” asked her father.

”That I've just learned a piece of good news from Roderick. He seemed inclined to talk about the wreck this morning. Seeing him so much better, I gave him encouragement, and he has just told me that before leaving England he had taken the advice of a friend and insured the whole of our goods that were s.h.i.+pped in the _Betsy_.”

”That's good news indeed, Flo; better than I deserve after my unbelieving remarks about the efficacy of prayer. And here is good news for you of another kind,” he added, holding up one of the partridges, ”fresh meat for Roderick, and a hunter who looks as if he could keep us well supplied if we can only prevail on him to stay with us. Try what you can do, Flo; if he has a spark of gallantry in him he will be sure to understand what you say to him; but it must be in the language of signs, Flo, for he evidently understands no English.”

Thus appealed to, Flora advanced to the Indian, and, taking him somewhat timidly by the sleeve, led him to the opening of the tent and pointed to the sick man; then to the clean-sc.r.a.ped bones of the last rabbit he had eaten, after which she pointed to the game just purchased, touched the Indian's gun, and, making a sweep with her hand towards the forest looked him full in the face.

The Indian allowed the faintest possible smile to curl his lips for a moment and then with a slight inclination of his head, but without uttering a word, turned abruptly and went off at a long swinging pace into the woods.

”'Pon my word, Flo,” said McLeod, ”your pantomime has been most effective, but I have doubts as to whether he understands you to have invited him to be our hunter, or commanded him to go about his business.”

”I think we've seen the last of him,” said Kenneth, somewhat gloomily.

”He will return,” said Flora, with decision.

”Well, time will show,” rejoined McLeod, ”meanwhile we will delay the trip to Jenkins Creek for a day, and I'll go have a talk with Roderick about that lucky insurance business.”

Time did settle the matter of the Indian's intentions almost sooner than had been expected, for that same evening he returned with a further supply of fresh meat and laid it down at Flora's feet. Nothing, however, would prevail on him to remain and sup with the party. Having received a small supply of powder and shot in payment, he at once turned away and re-entered his native wilderness.