The Freebooters: A Story of the Texan WarAimard, Gustave
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The Freebooters: A Story of the Texan War
Aimard, Gustave
Texas -- History -- Revolution, 1835-1836 -- Fiction; Western stories
But at the same instant a man rose like a black phantom behind the
Apache Chief, threw his arms round his body, and lifting him with
wondrous strength, hurled him to the ground, and placed his knee on his
chest, ere the Sachem, surprised and alarmed by this sudden attack, had
attempted to defend himself.
At the yell uttered by Blue-fox, some fifty Apache warriors appeared as
if by enchantment, but almost at the same moment the hunter's comrades,
who, although invisible, had attentively followed the incidents of this
scene, stood by the Canadian's side. Fray Antonio, from whom they were
far from expecting such resolution, brought down two Apaches with his
pistols, and rejoined the Whites.
Two groups of implacable enemies were thus opposed; unfortunately, the
hunters were very weak against the numerous foes that surrounded them on
all sides. Still, their firm demeanour and flashing eyes evidenced their
unbending resolution to let themselves be killed to the last man, sooner
than surrender to the Redskins.
It was an imposing spectacle offered by this handful of men surrounded
by implacable foes, and who yet seemed as calm as if they were peaceably
seated round their campfire. Carmela and Singing-bird, suffering from
sharp pangs of terror, pressed all in a tremor to the side of their
friends.
Blue-fox still lay on the ground, held down by Black-deer, whose knee
compressed his chest, and neutralised all the tremendous efforts he made
to rise. The Apaches, with their long barbed arrows pointed at the
hunters, only awaited a word or a sign to begin the attack. A silence of
death brooded over the prairie: it seemed as if these men, before
tearing each other to pieces, were collecting all their strength to
bound forward and rush on each other. Black-deer was the first to break
the silence.
"Wah!" he shouted, in a voice rendered hoarse with passion, as he
brandished over his enemy's head his scalping knife, whose blade emitted
sinister gleams; "at length I meet thee, dog, thief, chicken heart; I
hold my vengeance in my hands; at last thy scalp will adorn my horse's
mane."
"Thou art but a chattering old woman; thy insults cannot affect me, so
try something else. Blue-fox laughs at thee; thou can'st not compel him
to utter a cry of pain or make a complaint."
"I will follow thy advice," Black-deer shouted, passionately, and seized
his enemy's scalp lock.
"Stop, I insist," the Canadian shouted, in a thundering voice, as he
seized the arm of the vindictive Chief.
The latter obeyed.
"Let that man rise," Tranquil continued.
Black-deer gave him a ferocious glance, but made no reply.
"It must be so," the hunter said.
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