Indians of North America -- Juvenile fiction; Pioneers -- West (U.S.) -- Juvenile fiction; Slavery -- Juvenile fiction
As he disappeared in the wood, I fancied I saw him stoop and wave a
handkerchief, but the light was uncertain, and I thought I must have
been mistaken. My first impulse was to follow Dio, but on looking back,
I saw Mr Tidey coming along the path in the distance, and I reflected
that our object was far more likely to be attained by getting him to
accompany me, as, should we discover the direction taken by Kathleen and
Lily, we might follow up their trail together, and be more likely to
rescue them, if they had, a was possible, been captured by Indians. Mr
Tidey was naturally very much alarmed at the tidings I gave him.
"We will set off at once and send Rose back to let our friends know the
way we have gone," he observed, as we hurried towards the spot where the
black woman was standing. On nearing the place, however, we found that
she had gone after Dio, and we accordingly ran on in the same direction.
It was some time before we overtook her, and we then in vain
endeavoured to persuade her to go back.
"No!" she exclaimed. It was her fault, as she should have accompanied
them, and return home without them she would not.
As valuable time would be lost in persuading her to do what we wished,
we allowed her to accompany us. We soon had to regret this, as we were
frequently compelled to assist her, but we had now gone so far that it
would have been cruel to leave her behind. We shouted as we went on, to
Dio, but his voice did not reply. That we were on his trail was
certain, for we could see the twigs, which he or some one else had
broken off, but whether the girls had gone in the same direction, we
were doubtful. At length we came to a spot where we discovered the
marks of several feet. Mr Tidey stopped, and, stooping down, examined
them minutely.
"The marks are those of moccasins!" he exclaimed. "Indians must have
been here, and if so, it is too probable that the dear girls may have
fallen into their hands. Even the worst savages cannot intend to harm
them, but may hope to obtain a ransom, or perhaps when we set off to try
and recover them, they may expect to cut us off in detail, or to attack
the farm when most of the defenders are away, with a better chance of
success. We must be cautious, therefore, as we proceed, but still I
hope we can defeat their object."
"Though Indians may have been here, we have no proof that they have
taken Kathleen and Lily prisoners," I observed.
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