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
The guide, with that presence of mind, and that imperturbable phlegm
which never abandons the Indian or the half-breed, cast a suspicious
glance around him, to assure himself that he was really alone; then
he seized the hand which had remained resting upon his shoulder, and
dragged the individual who had spoken to him, and who followed him
without resistance, to a retired spot, where he thought he was certain
of being overheard by nobody.
At the moment when the two men passed by the tent, the curtains opened
softly, and a shadow glided silently after them.
When they were concealed amidst the packages, and standing near enough
to each other to speak in a voice as low as a breath, the guide
muttered:
"God be praised! I have been expecting your visit with impatience,
Kennedy."
"Did you know that I was about to come?" the latter remarked
suspiciously.
"No, but I hoped you would!"
"Is there anything fresh?"
"Yes, and much!"
"Speak, and make haste!"
"That is what I am going to do. All is lost!"
"Hem! what do you mean by that?"
"What do I mean is, that today the general, guided by me, went----"
"Ah! yes, I know all that. I saw you."
"Maldición! why did you not attack us, then?"
"There were but two of us."
"I should have made the third, the party would then have been equal; the
general had but two lanceros."
"That's true; but I did not think of it."
"You were wrong. All would now be ended, instead of which all is now
probably lost."
"How so?"
"Eh! _caray!_ It is clear enough. The general and his niece held long
conversations with that sneaking hound, Black Elk, and you know he has
been acquainted with me a long while. There is no doubt he has made them
suspicious of me."
"Why did you lead them to the beaver pond, then?"
"How could I tell I should meet that cursed trapper there?"
"In our trade we must be awake to everything."
"You are right. I have committed an error. At present I believe the
evil to be without remedy, for I have a presentiment that Black Elk has
completely edified the general with respect to me."
"Hum! that is more than probable. What is to be done, then?"
"Act as soon as possible, without giving them time to put themselves on
their guard."
"For my part, I ask no better than that, you know."
"Yes, but where is the captain? Has he returned?"
"He arrived this evening. All our men are concealed in the grotto; there
are forty of us.
"Bravo! Why did you not come all together, instead of you by yourself?
Only see, what a fine opportunity you have lost? They are all sleeping
like dormice. We could have seized them all in less than ten minutes."
"You are right; but one cannot foresee everything; besides, the affair
was not so agreed upon with the captain."
"That is true. Why did you come then?"
"To warn you that we are ready, and only await your signal to act."
"Let us consider, then, what is best to be done? Advise me."
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