Part 37 (2/2)

”No proof of the enemy yet, Dagaeoga. At least, no proof of which I am sure. Ah, but I do now! There was a flash in the bushes. It was a ray of sunlight penetrating the leaves and striking upon the polished metal of a gun barrel.”

”It means that at least one Indian or Frenchman is there. Keep on looking and see if you don't see something more.”

”I see a red feather. At this distance you might at first take it for a feather in the wing of a bird, but I know it is a feather in the scalplock of a warrior.”

”And that makes two, at least. Look harder than ever, Tayoga, and tell me what more you see.”

”Now I catch a glimpse of white cloth with a gleam of silver. The cloth is on the upper arm, and the silver is on the shoulder of an officer.”

”A uniform and an epaulet. A French officer, of course.”

”Of course, and I think it is Sharp Sword himself.”

”Look once more, Tayoga, and maybe your eyes can pick out something else from the foliage.”

”I see the back and painted shoulder of a warrior. It may be those of Tandakora, but I cannot be sure.”

”You needn't be. You've seen quite enough to prove that the whole force of St. Luc is there in the bushes, awaiting us, and we must tell our leaders at once.”

They crept back to the center, where Willet and Rogers lay, Daganoweda being on the flank, and told them what they had seen.

”It's good enough proof,” said Rogers. ”St. Luc with his whole force in the bushes means to hold the stream against us and keep us from taking a warning to Johnson, but the hardest way to do a thing isn't always the one you have to choose.”

”I take it,” said Willet, ”that you mean to flank him out of his position.”

”It was what I had in mind. What do you think, Dave?”

”The only possible method. Those Mohawks are wonders at such operations, and we'd better detail as many of the rangers as we can spare to join 'em, while a force here in the center makes a demonstration that will hold 'em to their place in the bushes. I'll take the picked men and join Daganoweda.”

Rogers laughed.

”It's like you, Dave,” he said, ”to choose the most dangerous part, and leave me here just to make a noise.”

”But the commander usually stays in the center, while his lieutenants lead on the wings.”

”That's true. You have precedent with you, but it wouldn't have made any difference, anyhow.”

”But when we fall on 'em you'll lead the center forward, and with such a man as St. Luc I fancy you'll have all the danger you crave.”

Rogers laughed again.

”Go ahead, old fire-eater,” he said. ”It was always your way. I suppose you'll want to take Tayoga and Lennox with you.”

”Oh, yes, I need 'em, and besides, I have to watch over 'em, in a way.”

”And you watch over 'em by leading 'em into the very thickest of the battle. But danger has always been a lure for you, and I know you're the best man for the job.”

Willet quickly picked twenty men, including Black Rifle and the two lads, and bore away with speed toward the flank where Daganoweda and the Mohawks already lay. As Robert left he heard the rifle shots with which the little force of Rogers was opening the battle, and he heard, too, the rifles and muskets of the French and Indians on the other side of the stream replying.

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