The Trappers of Arkansas; or, The Loyal HeartAimard, Gustave
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The Trappers of Arkansas; or, The Loyal Heart
Aimard, Gustave
Arkansas -- Fiction; Frontier and pioneer life -- West (U.S.) -- Fiction; Trappers -- Fiction; Western stories
"But it will be a difficult matter to draw her out of the camp alone."
"That's your affair."
"I should prefer giving them all up in a lump."
"Go to the devil! What could I do with them?"
"Hum! what will the general say?"
"What he likes; that is nothing to me. Yes or no--do you accept the
offer I make you?"
"Oh! I accept it."
"Do you swear to be faithful to your engagements?"
"I swear."
"Now then, how long does the general reckon upon remaining in this new
encampment?"
"Ten days."
"Why, then, did you tell me that you did not know how to draw the young
girl out, having so much time before you?"
"Hum! I did not know when you would require her to be delivered up to
you?"
"That's true. Well, I give you nine days; that is to say, on the eve of
their departure the young girl must be given up to me."
"Oh! in that way----"
"Then that arrangement suits you?"
"It could not be better."
"Is it agreed?"
"Irrevocably."
"Here, then, Babbler," said the captain, giving the guide a magnificent
diamond pin which he wore in his hunting shirt, "here is my earnest."
"Oh!" the bandit exclaimed, seizing the jewel joyfully.
"That pin," said the captain, "is a present I make you in addition to
the eight thousand dollars I will hand over to you on receiving Doña
Luz."
"You are noble and generous, captain," said the guide; "it is a pleasure
to serve you."
"Still," the captain rejoined, in a rough voice, and with a look cold
as a steel blade, "I would have you remember I am called he who kills;
and that if you deceive me, there does not exist in the prairie a place
sufficiently strong or sufficiently unknown to protect you from the
terrible effects of my vengeance.
"I know that, captain," said the half-breed, shuddering in spite of
himself; "but you may be quite satisfied I will not deceive you."
"I hope you will not! Now let us separate; your absence may be observed.
In nine days I shall be here."
"In nine days I will place the girl in your hands."
After these words the guide returned to the camp, which he entered
without being seen.
As soon as they were alone, the two men with whom the Babbler had just
made this hideous and strange bargain, retreated silently among the
underwood, through which they crawled like serpents.
They soon reached the banks of a little rivulet which ran, unperceived
and unknown, through the forest. Kennedy whistled in a certain fashion
twice.
A slight noise was heard, and a horseman, holding two horses in hand,
appeared at a few paces from the spot where they had stopped.
"Come on, Frank," said Kennedy, "you may approach without fear."
The horsemen immediately advanced.
"What is there new?" Kennedy asked.
"Nothing very important," the horseman replied.
"I have discovered an Indian trail."
"Ah! ah!" said the captain, "numerous?"
"Rather so."
"In what direction?"
"It cuts the prairie from east to west."
"Well done, Frank, and who are these Indians?"
"As well as I can make out, they are Comanches."
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