When Wilderness Was King: A Tale of the Illinois CountryParrish, Randall
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When Wilderness Was King: A Tale of the Illinois Country
Parrish, Randall
Illinois -- Fiction
"Very well, it shall be done, Mademoiselle. No, I need no thanks from
you. Only do this simple thing, which, I am sure, you will find no
hardship,--keep Captain de Croix from any possible contact with others
for an hour. Your eyes will prove sufficient, no doubt, to enchain him
that long; if not, use other measures."
"But what will you do?"
"That does not count. 'T is the result, not the means, that must
content you. I have my plan, and it will work; but I cannot stay here
longer to discuss it. Only do your part well, and I pledge you the
safety of De Croix."
I left her standing there, the light of questioning still in her eyes;
but I wished mainly to be safely away, where I might hide my own sudden
heart-ache in the energy of action.
CHAPTER XX
IN THE INDIAN CAMP
It cut me deeply to think that this girl would willingly sacrifice me
to save the French gallant from injury, and an anxiety to escape her
presence before I should speak words I might always regret caused me to
leave with scant ceremony. Yet I was none too soon; for scarce had I
stepped without the door when I met Lieutenant Helm ascending the steps.
"Ah, Wayland!" he said, catching sight of me, "do you happen to know
where I am most likely to find Captain de Croix?"
"He is scarcely to be disturbed at present, unless the matter be truly
urgent," I replied, my plan hastily sketched in mind. "Have you
arranged a banquet in honor of the Frenchman?"
"No such good fortune," was the grave response. "Captain Heald desires
his company upon an immediate mission to the Pottawattomie camp."
"Oh, is that all? Well, Captain de Croix will hardly be found
sufficiently recovered from his late adventure to enter upon another
one so early. 'T is in my thought he either sleeps or is prinking
himself for more pleasant conquests. But why worry him? In my
judgment, no poorer choice could be made for so serious a task as you
propose. He is a mere French courtier,--brave enough, and rash, I
grant, yet without knowledge of Indian ways and treachery. Might not I
answer better as his substitute?"
"You?"
"Ay! and why not? I am frontier-bred, long trained in woodcraft and
savage ways, and surely far better fitted for such a task than is this
petted darling of the courts. Were it a flirtation, now, the post
might be truly his."
"'T is true, you would be my choice; but do you realize the peril
involved?"
"Fully, my friend, yet scarce think it so desperate as you imagine. It
is my judgment the savages yonder are seeking bigger game than so small
a party would afford, and will therefore allow us to go free. However,
if it should prove otherwise," and I spoke the words with a sore heart
as I recalled what had just occurred, "I am a lone man in the world,
and to such an one death is not so terrible, even at Indian hands.
Come, I will go with you to confer with Captain Heald, and offer him my
services. He can do no more than refuse."
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