第47章

"Hold, woman! Enough of this! Will your tomahawk never be satisfied?"Paul understood it , the meaning, but not the words.He opened his eyes and saw the great figure of Timmendiquas striding forward, his hand upraised in protest.

The woman turned her fierce gaze upon the young chief.

"Timmendiquas," she said, "we are the Iroquois, and we are the masters.You are far from your own land, a guest in our lodges, and you cannot tell those who have won the victory how they shall use it.Stand back!"A loud laugh came from the Iroquois.The fierce old chiefs, Hiokatoo and Sangerachte, and a dozen warriors thrust themselves before Timmendiquas.The woman resumed her chant, and a hundred throats pealed out with her the chorus:

Victory and glory Aieroski gives to his children The mighty Six Nations, greatest of men.

She gave the signal anew.The ninth victim stood before her, and then fell, cloven to the chin; then the tenth, and the eleventh, and the twelfth, and the thirteenth, and the fourteenth, and the fifteenth, and the sixteenth-sixteen bound men killed by one woman in less than fifteen minutes.The four in that group who were left had all the while been straining fearfully at their bonds.Now they bad slipped or broken them, and, springing to their feet, driven on by the mightiest of human impulses, they dashed through the ring of Iroquois and into the forest.Two were hunted down by the warriors and killed, but the other two, Joseph Elliott and Lebbeus Hammond, escaped and lived to be old men, feeling that life could never again hold for them anything so dreadful as that scene at "The Bloody Rock."A great turmoil and confusion arose as the prisoners fled and the Indians pursued.Paul and Shif'less Sol; full of sympathy and pity for the fugitives and having felt all the time that their turn, too, would come under that dreadful tomahawk, struggled to their feet.They did not see a form slip noiselessly behind them, but a sharp knife descended once, then twice, and the bands of both fell free.

"Run! run!" exclaimed the voice of Timmendiquas, low but penetrating."I would save you from this!"Amid the darkness and confusion the act of the great Wyandot was not seen by the other Indians and the renegades.Paul flashed him one look of gratitude, and then he and Shif'less Sol darted away, choosing a course that led them from the crowd in pursuit of the other flying fugitives.

At such a time they might have secured a long lead without being noticed, had it not been for the fierce swarm of old squaws who were first in cruelty that night.A shrill wild howl arose, and the pointing fingers of the old women showed to the warriors the two in flight.At the same time several of the squaws darted forward to intercept the fugitives.

"I hate to hit a woman," breathed Shif'less Sol to Paul, "but I'm goin' to do it now."A hideous figure sprang before them.Sol struck her face with his open hand, and with a shriek she went down.He leaped over her, although she clawed at his feet as he passed, and ran on, with Paul at his side.Shots were now fired at him, but they went wild, but Paul, casting a look backward out of the corner of his eye, saw that a real pursuit, silent and deadly, had begun.

Five Mohawk warriors, running swiftly, were only a few hundred yards away.They carried rifle, tomahawk, and knife, and Paul and Shif'less Sol were unarmed.Moreover, they were coming fast, spreading out slightly, and the shiftless one, able even at such a time to weigh the case coolly, saw that the odds were against them.Yet he would not despair.Anything might happen.It was night.There was little organization in the army of the Indians and of their white allies, which was giving itself up to the enjoyment of scalps and torture.Moreover, he and Paul were, animated by the love of life, which is always stronger than the desire to give death.

Their flight led them in a diagonal line toward the mountains.

Only once did the pursuers give tongue.Paul tripped over a root, and a triumphant yell came from the Mohawks.But it merely gave him new life.He recovered himself in an instant and ran faster.But it was terribly hard work.He could hear Shif'less Sol's sobbing breath by his side, and he was sure that his own must have the same sound for his comrade.

"At any rate one uv 'em is beat," gasped Shif'less Sol."Only four are ban-in' on now."The ground rose a little and became rougher.The lights from the Indian fires had sunk almost out of sight behind them, and a dense thicket lay before them.Something stirred in the thicket, and the eyes of Shif'less Sol caught a glimpse of a human shoulder.His heart sank like a plummet in a pool.The Indians were ahead of them.They would be caught, and would be carried back to become the victims of the terrible tomahawk.

The figure in the bushes rose a little higher, the muzzle of a rifle was projected, and flame leaped from the steel tube.

But it was neither Shif'less Sol nor Paul who fell.They heard a cry behind them, and when Shif'less Sol took a hasty glance backward he saw one of the Mohawks fall.The three who were left hesitated and stopped.When a second shot was fired from the bushes and another Mohawk went down, the remaining two fled.

Shif'less Sol understood now, and he rushed into the bushes, dragging Paul after him.Henry, Tom, and Long Jim rose up to receive them.

"So you wuz watchin' over us! "exclaimed the shiftless one joyously."It wuz you that clipped off the first Mohawk, an' we didn't even notice the shot.""Thank God, you were here!" exclaimed Paul."You don't know what Sol and I have seen!"Overwrought, he fell forward, but his comrades caught him.