Frontier and pioneer life -- Kentucky -- Fiction; Kentucky -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction
Her proposition seemed feasible enough, and after a little hesitation it
was resolved to adopt it. The negroes had already done so, for at the
first alarm they had taken to their heels, and were by this time half
way to Lexington. Thither the whites, with the exception of Robert, soon
followed. He resolutely refused to go, saying, in answer to his friends
entreaties, “No, never will I desert a helpless female. You remove the
ladies to a place of safety, and then with others return to my aid.”
So they were left alone, the white man and the Indian. Together, side by
side, they watched the coming of the foe. At Orianna’s direction the
doors had been barricaded, while the lights were left burning in order
to deceive the Indians into a belief that the inmates still were there.
A half hour went by, and then, in tones which sent the blood in icy
streams through Robert’s veins, Orianna whispered, “They come! Do you
see them? Look!”
He did look, and by the light of the moon he discerned the outlines of
many dusky forms, moving stealthily through the woods in the direction
of the house. The garden fence was passed, and then onward, slowly but
surely, they came. So intent was Robert in watching their movements,
that he noted not the band of armed men who, in an opposite direction,
were advancing to the rescue; neither did he observe in time to prevent
it the lightning spring with which Orianna bounded through the window,
and went forth to meet the enemy, who, mistaking her for some one else,
uttered a yell of savage exultation and pressed on more fiercely. Loud
and deafening was the war-cry which echoed through the woods, and louder
still was the shout of defiance which rent the air, as the whites came
suddenly face to face with the astonished Indians.
It was Orianna’s intention, when she leaped from the window, to reach
the leader of the savages, and by telling him the truth of the matter as
she had heard it from Robert, she hoped to dissuade him from his
murderous design. But her interference was not needed, for the savages
were surprised and intimidated by the unexpected resistance, and in the
fear and confusion of the moment they greatly magnified the number of
their assailants. Accordingly, after a few random shots, they
precipitately fled, leaving Orianna alone with those whose lives she had
saved.
Almost caressingly Robert wound his arm about her slight form, as he
said, “Twice have you saved my life. Now, name your reward, and if
money—”
There was bitterness in the tone with which Orianna interrupted him,
saying, “Money! Orianna never works for money. All she asks is that you
let her go, for the path is long which she must tread ere the sun’s
rising.”
“To-night! You will not leave us to-night!” said Robert.
“Urge me not,” answered Orianna, “for by the wigwam door at Grassy
Spring Narretta waits, and wonders why I linger.”
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