Frontier and pioneer life -- Juvenile fiction; Shawnee Indians -- Juvenile fiction
The Blackfoot beckoned them to approach, and they rode up beside him.
“Here we wait till night,” he explained. “When we turn yonder we begin
to travel over the trail that will bring us into the open country on the
other side of the mountains—if Black Elk does not say no,” he added,
with his meaning grin.
“You have seen nothing of the answer to his signal?” asked George.
“No; the sky in front and over the mountains is clear”——
“How about _that_?” broke in Victor, pointing to the westward, in which
direction the pass extended.
The others turned and saw that which they had been hoping not to see. A
spiral, oscillating line of smoke was creeping slowly upward in the
clear air. Moreover, it was not more than half a mile distant. Although
the reply of the Shoshones to their chief had been delayed, it had come
at last. The warriors were on hand, and in the path which the travelers
had intended to follow.
The three scanned the telltale column of vapor in silence. In the
circumstances the glass could give no help. The interval was too brief
and the object itself too ethereal and vague to call for any
strengthening of vision. Finally George asked, involuntarily dropping
his voice, as one does in the presence of danger:
“Will that change your plans, Mul-tal-la?”
He thought for a minute, with his eyes still on the smoke, before
answering.
“Mul-tal-la cannot speak of a surety, but he does not think so.”
As he explained matters from his point of view, the former course that
he had indicated remained the right one to follow. The discovery simply
added another element of danger to that which was there from the first.
By kindling the fire where they had halted, they would give the
impression that they had gone into camp for the night. This subterfuge
ought to lure the Shoshones to the place in order to make their attack
during the darkness.
The situation could not have been more delicate. To carry out the plan
of the Blackfoot it was necessary for him and his companions to set out
over the pass as soon as it became dark. They would thus be going
directly toward the hostiles, who, in case they did not wait until a
late hour, would be coming at the same time toward the travelers. Using
the one road, it would seem that an encounter was inevitable.
The hope of averting such a meeting rested on the fact that the pass was
of varying width, and in many places two or three routes were open. Two
men following opposite directions might miss each other by a half-mile
interval, and without the possibility of mutual discovery. Again there
were stretches where they would have to come face to face. A not
important advantage of our friends was that they would be expecting—and
would, therefore, be on the lookout for—the Shoshones, while it was not
likely the latter would be watching for the Blackfoot and the boys, who
were supposed to be at the entrance to the pass, where the smoke of
their camp-fire spoke of their presence.
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