Part 30 (1/2)

”Wa-on-mon will not return until the white hunter has fallen before his knife.”

”No; but that will not be long.”

”Suppose Wa-on-mon does not come back?” remarked Finley, in a matter-of-fact, off-hand manner, but it was the crucial point of the whole matter.

”He will come back,” was the response of the chieftain.

”Does he think the white hunter will spare him? No,” added the missionary, answering his own question. ”But suppose my brother, the mighty Wa-on-mon, does not come back?”

”Then my brother, the missionary, shall go back to his people.”

”But that is the promise my brother gave before; will he not say that if Wa-on-mon does not come back, the missionary shall return to his people and take the little captive with him?”

”Wa-on-mon gives his brother that pledge; he has spoken.”

It was settled! The scheme that had been in the mind of the good man from the moment he paddled away from the flatboat was fully a.s.sented to by The Panther. If the latter overcame Simon Kenton in the hand-to-hand encounter, he would return to camp and put innocent Mabel Ashbridge to death.

If, on the other hand, the ranger overcame The Panther, or the latter was seen no more among his warriors, then the missionary was at liberty to take the tiny hand within his own, and make his way back to her friends without let or hindrance from the Shawanoes.

In other words, the life of the child was the stake at issue.

”Let my brother make known his wishes to his braves,” said the missionary, losing no time in following up the advantage he had gained.

As if aware for the first time of the presence of his people around him, The Panther now beckoned to several to approach. They did so with a prompt readiness which suggested a camp of highly-disciplined soldiers.

The chief explained what had been agreed upon, and made his orders so explicit that there could be no misconception on the part of any one.

Finley watched closely while he listened, and saw that in this matter at least all was above board. The chieftain's self-confidence was so ingrained and deeply set that he could not doubt his own triumph.

But he astounded Rev. Mr. Finley by an unprecedented proof of faith in his honor.

The combat was to take place as near sunrise as could be arranged. As it was impossible to say beforehand precisely when The Panther would be due in camp, it was his order that the decision of the question should be left wholly with the missionary.

When he should declare to the leading Shawanoes that the time that had elapsed was so great that it was certain Wa-on-mon had been overthrown and would not come back to his warriors, then the missionary was free to take the little captive by the hand and walk away, and no one should say them nay.

It was an unprecedented compliment in respect to the integrity and honor of the good man; but, oh, what a temptation, when it promised to settle the question of life and death for the precious child!

CHAPTER XXVIII.

THE RETURN.

The interview between Missionary Finley and the Shawanoe chieftain had been prolonged; it was of the first importance. Many things that this narrative does not require should be recorded pa.s.sed between them, and the hour was far advanced when the decision was reached; it was agreed that the life of the little captive, Mabel Ashbridge, should be determined by the result of the duel to the death between Simon Kenton and Wa-on-mon, known as The Panther.

Aware as was the missionary of the departure of the ranger at the moment the flatboat was pus.h.i.+ng from the Kentucky sh.o.r.e, he knew his course of action as well as if he had watched his every movement.

”Throughout the whole interview he had scarcely removed his eyes from Wa-on-mon and me,” was the conclusion of Finley, and he was right.

”I will now go in search of the white hunter,” he said, slightly modifying his manner of speaking; ”I shall soon find him, and he will be at the rock.”