The Trappers of Arkansas; or, The Loyal HeartAimard, Gustave
General
The Trappers of Arkansas; or, The Loyal Heart
Aimard, Gustave
Arkansas -- Fiction; Frontier and pioneer life -- West (U.S.) -- Fiction; Trappers -- Fiction; Western stories
Not wishing to weaken the camp, which stood in need of all its
defenders, he resolved himself to undertake the adventure, and go out on
the scout.
At the instant he was about to climb over the intrenchments, the captain
stopped him, by placing his hand respectfully on his shoulders.
"What do you want with, me, my friend?" the general asked, turning
round.
"I wish, with your permission, to put a question to you, general."
"Do so."
"You are leaving the camp?"
"I am."
"To go in search of intelligence, no doubt?"
"I admit that is my intention."
"Then, general, it is to me that mission belongs."
"Ay! how is that?" said the astonished general.
"Good God! general, that is very plain; I am but a poor devil of an
officer, and owe everything to you."
"What then?"
"The peril I shall run, if peril there be, will not in any way
compromise the success of the expedition; whereas----"
"If you are killed."
The general started.
"Everything must be foreseen and provided for," continued the captain,
"when we have before us such adversaries as those that threaten us."
"That is true. What then?"
"Well, the expedition will fail, and not one of us will ever see a
civilized country again. You are the head; we are but the arms; remain,
therefore, in the camp."
The general reflected for a few seconds; then pressing the hand of the
young man cordially, he said,--
"Thank you, but I must see for myself what is being plotted against us.
The circumstance is too serious to allow me to trust even to you."
"You must remain in the camp, general," persisted the captain, "if
not for our sake, at least for that of your niece, that innocent and
delicate creature, who, if any misfortune should happen to you, would
find herself alone, abandoned amidst ferocious tribes, without support,
and without a protector. Of what consequence is my life to me, a poor
lad without a family, who owes everything to your kindness? The hour is
come to prove my gratitude--let me discharge my debt."
"But----" the general tried to speak.
"You know," the young man continued, warmly, "if I could take your place
with Doña Luz, I would do it with joy; but I am as yet too young to play
that noble part. Come, general, let me go instead of you, it is my duty
to do so."
Half by persuasion, half by force he succeeded in drawing the old
soldier back; he sprang upon the intrenchments, leaped down on the other
side, and set off at full speed, after making a last sign of farewell.
The general looked after him as long as he could perceive him; then he
passed his hand across his careful brow, murmuring,--
"Brave boy! excellent nature!"
"Is he not, uncle?" Doña Luz replied, who had approached and listened
without being seen.
"Ah! were you there, dear child?" he said, with a smile, which he
endeavoured in vain to render cheerful.
"Yes, dear uncle, I have heard all."
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