Historical fiction; King Philip's War, 1675-1676 -- Fiction; War stories
"It may be that my skill hath left me," he said, "and that I love to be
alone, rather than to be troubled with the company of some that might
readily be named, no reference being had to such gallants as ride up and
down the colony, putting evil opinions into the thoughts of honest men's
daughters; but why is Eben Dudley to bear all the small shot of your
humors, when there is another who, it might seem, hath strayed even
further from your trail than he?"
Eye sought eye, and each youth by hasty glances endeavored to read the
countenances of all the rest in company, in order to learn who the
absentee might be. The young borderers shook their heads, as the features
of every well-known face were recognised, and a general exclamation of
denial was about to break from their lips, when Ruth exclaimed--
"Truly, the Indian is wanting!"
So constant was the apprehension of danger from the savages, in the
breasts of those who dwelt on that exposed frontier, that every man arose
at the words, by a sudden and common impulse, and each individual gazed
about him in a surprise that was a little akin to dismay.
"The boy was with us when we quitted the forest," said Content, after a
moment of death-like stillness. "I spoke to him in commendation of his
activity, and of the knowledge he had shown in beating up the secret
places of the deer; though there is little reason to think my words were
understood."
"And were it not sinful to take such solemn evidence in behalf of so light
a matter, I could be qualified on the Book itself, that he was at my elbow
as we entered the orchard," added Reuben Ring, a man renowned in that
little community for the accuracy of his vision.
"And I will make oath or declaration of any sort, lawful or conscientious,
that he came not within the postern when it was opened by my own hand,"
returned Eben Dudley. "I told off the number of the party as you passed,
and right sure am I that no red skin entered."
"Canst thou tell us aught of the lad?" demanded Ruth, quick to take the
alarm on a subject that had so long exercised her care, and given food to
her imagination.
"Nothing. With me he hath not been since the turn of the day. I have not
seen the face of living man from that moment, unless in truth one of
mysterious character, whom I met in the forest, may be so called."
The manner in which the woodsman spoke was too serious and too natural,
not to give birth in his auditors to some of his own gravity. Perhaps the
appearance of the Puritan, at that moment, aided in quieting the levity
that had been uppermost in the minds of the young men; for, it is certain,
that when he entered, a deeper and a general curiosity came over the
countenances of all present. Content waited a moment in respectful
silence, till his father had moved slowly through the circle, and then he
prepared himself to look further into an affair that began to assume the
appearance of matter worthy of investigation.
Chapter IX.
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