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
"Mademoiselle," I answered gravely, "you do me wrong. Only a few
moments ago I chanced to overhear a discussion, by the officers of
this Fort, regarding a commission to go forth and hold council with
the Indians. Captain Heald is determined upon such a course; but none
will volunteer to accompany him, because of the grave danger of savage
treachery. The Frenchman's name was mentioned as one reckless enough
to join with such a party; and I sought to warn him ere he accepted
blindly. He is hardly a friend of mine,--yet it seems no more than fair
that he should know the full measure of his peril before saying 'yes.'"
She came impulsively forward, with quickly extended hand, her face
aglow.
"You are indeed a true heart, John Wayland, and have shamed me
rightly. I know well the deceit and treachery of Indian nature, and can
understand the peril such a party would run. Promise me that you will
prevent Captain de Croix from becoming one of them."
"I?" I exclaimed in perplexed surprise; "I can do no more than warn
him."
"But you must do more!" she cried imperatively. "He will surely go if
asked. A warning such as you propose would only stir his blood. I beg
you to use your wits a little, so that he may know nothing of it."
I looked at her, deeply hurt by the interest so openly displayed.
"You are wondrously aroused for the Frenchman's safety, Mademoiselle!"
"Yes, though not as you may fancy. Captain de Croix came here for my
sake, even though no word of mine gave him reason for doing so. For
this reason I could never forgive myself if harm befell him on such a
journey. 'Twould be as if I had lured him to his death. So 'tis for my
sake, not his, that I ask the favor."
I leaned against the log wall and thought quickly, her anxious eyes
never leaving my face. There came into my mind a conviction that the
girl really loved him; and this made the struggle harder for me to
serve him. Nor did I see clearly how it could well be done, save
through a sacrifice of myself, such as I had never intended.
"Surely," she urged, "your wits will conceive some way in which it may
be done?"
"Yes," I answered, eager now to hide my own feeling from her; "'tis not
hopeless. You desire that he be kept within the Fort, ignorant of this
commission?"
"I do; 'tis the only way."
"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. 'Tis 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."
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