Part 32 (1/2)

As it was impossible to bury so many bodies, the travellers resumed their journey, and left them to bleach there in the wilderness; but they rode the whole of that day almost without uttering a word. Meanwhile the Camanchees, who had observed the trio, and had ridden away at first for the purpose of deceiving them into the belief that they had pa.s.sed un.o.bserved, doubled on their track, and took a long sweep in order to keep out of sight until they could approach under the shelter of a belt of woodland towards which the travellers now approached.

The Indians adopted this course instead of the easier method of simply pursuing so weak a party, because the plains at this part were bordered by a long stretch of forest into which the hunters could have plunged, and rendered pursuit more difficult, if not almost useless. The detour thus taken was so extensive that the shades of evening were beginning to descend before they could put their plan into execution. The forest lay about a mile to the right of our hunters, like some dark mainland, of which the prairie was the sea, and the scattered clumps of wood the islands.

”There's no lack o' game here,” said d.i.c.k Varley, pointing to a herd of buffaloes which rose at their approach, and fled away towards the wood.

”I think we'll ha' thunder soon,” remarked Joe. ”I never feel it onnatteral hot like this without looking out for a plump.”

”Hah! den ve better look hout for one goot tree to get b'low,” suggested Henri. ”Voila!” he added, pointing with his finger towards the plain; ”dere am a lot of wild hosses.”

A troop of about thirty wild horses appeared, as he spoke, on the brow of a ridge, and advanced slowly towards them.

”Hist!” exclaimed Joe, reining up; ”hold on, lads. Wild horses! my rifle to a pop-gun there's wilder men on t'other side o' them.”

”What mean you, Joe?” inquired d.i.c.k, riding close up.

”D'ye see the little lumps on the shoulder o' each horse?” said Joe.

”Them's Injun's _feet_; an' if we don't want to lose our scalps we'd better make for the forest.”

Joe proved himself to be in earnest by wheeling round and making straight for the thick woods as fast as his horse could run. The others followed, driving the pack-horses before them.

The effect of this sudden movement on the so-called ”wild horses” was very remarkable, and to one unacquainted with the habits of the Camanchee Indians, must have appeared almost supernatural. In the twinkling of an eye every steed had a rider on its back, and before the hunters had taken five strides in the direction of the forest, the whole band were in hot pursuit, yelling like furies.

The manner in which these Indians accomplish this feat is very singular, and implies great activity and strength of muscle on the part of the savages.

The Camanchees are low in stature, and usually are rather corpulent. In their movements on foot they are heavy and ungraceful, and they are, on the whole, a slovenly and unattractive race of men. But the instant they mount their horses they seem to be entirely changed, and surprise the spectator with the ease and elegance of their movements. Their great and distinctive peculiarity as hors.e.m.e.n is the power they have acquired of throwing themselves suddenly on either side of their horse's body, and clinging on in such a way that no part of them is visible from the other side save the foot by which they cling. In this manner they approach their enemies at full gallop, and without rising again to the saddle, discharge their arrows at them over their horses' backs, or even under their necks.

This apparently magical feat is accomplished by means of a halter of horsehair, which is pa.s.sed round under the neck of the horse, and both ends braided into the mane, on the withers, thus forming a loop which hangs under the neck and against the breast. This being caught by the hand, makes a sling, into which the elbow falls, taking the weight of the body on the middle of the upper arm. Into this loop the rider drops suddenly and fearlessly, leaving his heel to hang over the horse's back, to steady him, and also to restore him to his seat when desired.

By this stratagem the Indians had approached on the present occasion almost within rifle range before they were discovered, and it required the utmost speed of the hunters' horses to enable them to avoid being overtaken. One of the Indians, who was better mounted than his fellows, gained on the fugitives so much that he came within arrow range, but reserved his shaft until they were close on the margin of the wood, when, being almost alongside of Henri, he fitted an arrow to his bow.

Henri's eye was upon him, however; letting go the line of the pack-horse which he was leading, he threw forward his rifle, but at the same moment the savage disappeared behind his horse, and an arrow whizzed past the hunter's ear.

Henri fired at the horse, which dropped instantly, hurling the astonished Camanchee upon the ground, where he lay for some time insensible. In a few seconds pursued and pursuers entered the wood, where both had to advance with caution, in order to avoid being swept off by the overhanging branches of the trees.

Meanwhile the sultry heat of which Joe had formerly spoken increased considerably, and a rumbling noise, as if of distant thunder, was heard; but the flying hunters paid no attention to it, for the led horses gave them so much trouble, and r.e.t.a.r.ded their flight so much, that the Indians were gradually and visibly gaining on them.

”We'll ha' to let the packs go,” said Joe, somewhat bitterly, as he looked over his shoulder. ”Our scalps 'll pay for't if we don't.”

Henri uttered a peculiar and significant _hiss_ between his teeth, as he said, ”P'raps ve better stop and fight!”

d.i.c.k said nothing, being resolved to do exactly what Joe Blunt bid him; and Crusoe, for reasons best known to himself, also said nothing, but bounded along beside his master's horse, casting an occasional glance upwards to catch any signal that might be given.

They had pa.s.sed over a considerable s.p.a.ce of ground, and were forcing their way, at the imminent hazard of their necks, through a densely-clothed part of the wood, when the sound above referred to increased, attracting the attention of both parties. In a few seconds the air was filled with a steady and continuous rumbling sound, like the noise of a distant cataract. Pursuers and fugitives drew rein instinctively, and came to a dead stand, while the rumbling increased to a roar, and evidently approached them rapidly, though as yet nothing to cause it could be seen, except that there was a dense, dark cloud overspreading the sky to the southward. The air was oppressively still and hot.

”What can't be?” inquired d.i.c.k, looking at Joe, who was gazing with an expression of wonder, not unmixed with concern, at the southern sky.

”Dunno, boy. I've bin more in the woods than in the clearin' in my day, but I niver heerd the likes o' that.”

”It am like t'ondre,” said Henri; ”mais it nevair do stop.”