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
When the redskins and the hunters had recaptured the camp of the
Mexicans, the pirates, according to the orders of their leader, had
spread about in all directions, in order the more easily to escape the
researches of their enemies.
The captain and the four men who carried off the general and his Negro,
both bound and gagged, had descended the declivity of the rocks, at the
risk of being dashed to pieces a thousand times by falling down the
precipices which gaped at their feet.
On arriving at a certain distance, reassured by the silence which
reigned around them, and still more by the extraordinary difficulties
they had surmounted in reaching the place where they found themselves,
they stopped to take breath.
A profound darkness enveloped them; over their heads, at an immense
height, they perceived, twinkling like little stars, the torches borne
by the hunters who pursued them, but who took care not to venture in the
dangerous path they had followed.
"This is lucky," said the captain; "now, my boys, let us rest for a
few minutes, we have nothing at the present time to fear: place your
prisoners here, and go, two of you, and reconnoitre."
His orders were executed; a few minutes later the two bandits returned,
announcing that they had discovered an excavation, which, might
temporarily offer them shelter and safety.
"The devil!" cried the captain, "let us go to it."
And setting the example he started off in the direction pointed out by
the scouts.
They soon arrived at a hollow nook which appeared tolerably spacious,
and which was situated a few fathoms lower down than the place they had
stopped at.
When they were concealed in this hiding place, the captain's first care
was to close the entrance hermetically, which was not difficult, for
that entrance was very narrow, the bandits having been obliged to stoop
to penetrate into it.
"There," said the captain, "now we are snug; in this fashion we need not
be afraid of impertinent visitors."
Drawing a steel from his pocket, he lit a torch of candlewood, with
which, with that foresight that never abandons persons of his stamp even
in the most critical circumstances, he had taken care to provide himself.
As soon as they could distinguish objects, the bandits uttered a cry of
joy. What in the darkness they had taken for a simple excavation proved
to be one of those natural grottos of which so many are found in these
countries.
"Eh! eh!" said the captain, laughing, "let us see what sort of quarters
we have got into; remain here, my men, and keep strict watch over your
prisoners; I will go and reconnoitre our new domain."
After lighting a second torch, he explored the grotto.
It dipped deep under the mountain by a gentle descent; the walls
were everywhere lofty, and sometimes they were widened into large
compartments.
The cavern must have received external air by imperceptible fissures,
for the light burned freely and the captain breathed without difficulty.
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