Blazing Arrow: A Tale of the FrontierEllis, Edward Sylvester
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Blazing Arrow: A Tale of the Frontier
Ellis, Edward Sylvester
Frontier and pioneer life -- Juvenile fiction; West (U.S.) -- Juvenile fiction
The rapid stride of the strange white man was accepted by the guide as a
proof that he was trying to overtake those on horseback. It might be
that, after their departure from the block-house, news had reached the
small garrison there of the ambush the couple were liable to run into,
and this runner had set out to warn them; or it might be that he had
struck the trail a short distance off, and was seeking to join the two
for the sake of their companionship, or for some reason of his own.
Furthermore, it must be remembered that, though the presumption was
strongly in favor of the two riders being the father and mother of
Wharton, it was not yet absolutely certain that such was the case. That
could not be known for some time to come.
It was evident that some curious complication had taken place, since all
three of the party had passed Blazing Arrow and his men without their
detection. There was nothing remarkable in the single person doing so,
since he had given evidence of unusual care in his action. Skilled in
the ways of the woods and Indian subtlety, he knew enough to avoid the
most cunning ambush, but the hostiles must have been derelict to allow a
mounted man and woman to pass unnoticed.
Be that as it may, Wharton and Larry were as resolute as ever in
following the party. If it should prove that the parents had passed that
point on their way to the settlement, there was no call for approaching
any nearer to the block-house.
"We will go back," said Wharton, with only a moment's hesitation. "Lead
the way, Arqu-wao, and serve us as well as you have already done."
"Me good Indian," he replied. "Me take care ob you."
"We know that. We shall depend on you. You needn't run, for we don't
want to overtake Blazing Arrow too soon."
The Shawanoe showed a remarkable quickness in comprehending the wishes
of the boys. He asked them to stand where they were until he signalled
them to follow. They watched his figure out of sight, when he turned,
with the same sidelong attitude as before, and beckoned them to come on.
"We've got to trust him now," said Larry.
"There's no help for it; but we couldn't ask much better proof of
friendship than he has given already."
"But we'll keep our eyes on him. It may be he's fixing things so as to
gather in the whole lot of us."
Wharton thought his companion was unduly suspicious, but at the same
time he recognized the prudence of his words, for he knew that these
people sometimes show a boundless patience in waiting for the minute
when they can make their vengeance the more complete.
The Shawanoe walked so fast that Larry was forced to break into a trot
now and then to keep pace with him and the cleaner-limbed Wharton. The
presence of the three hostiles at no great distance in front rendered
necessary the precaution of Arqu-wao; for, if he ran upon them with the
youths at his heels, a collision would be inevitable, with disastrous
consequences.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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