Rulers of the Lakes — Ch 14: Sharp Sword, part 2

Robert and Tayoga went forward on the right, and they caught through the bushes the gleam from the waters of a small stream that ran down to the lake.

Going a little nearer, they saw that the farther bank was high and densely wooded, and then they drew back, knowing that it was a splendid place for an ambush, and believing that St. Luc was probably there.

Tayoga lay almost flat, face downward, and stared intently at the high bank.

"I think, Dagaeoga," he said, "that so long as we keep close to the earth we may creep a little nearer, and perhaps our eyes, which are good, may be able to pick out the figures of our foes from the leaves and bushes in which they probably lie hidden."

They dragged themselves forward about fifty yards, taking particular care to make nothing in the thickets bend or wave in a manner for which the wind could not account.

Robert stared a long time, but his eyes separated nothing from the mass of foliage.

"What do you see, Tayoga?"

he whispered at last.

"No proof of the enemy yet, Dagaeoga.

At least, no proof of which I am sure.

Ah, but I do now!

There was a flash in the bushes.

It was a ray of sunlight penetrating the leaves and striking upon the polished metal of a gun barrel."

"It means that at least one Indian or Frenchman is there.

Keep on looking and see if you don't see something more."

"I see a red feather.

At this distance you might at first take it for a feather in the wing of a bird, but I know it is a feather in the scalplock of a warrior."

"And that makes two, at least.

Look harder than ever, Tayoga, and tell me what more you see."

"Now I catch a glimpse of white cloth with a gleam of silver.

The cloth is on the upper arm, and the silver is on the shoulder of an officer."

"A uniform and an epaulet.

A French officer, of course."

"Of course, and I think it is Sharp Sword himself."

"Look once more, Tayoga, and maybe your eyes can pick out something else from the foliage."

"I see the back and painted shoulder of a warrior.

It may be those of Tandakora, but I cannot be sure."

"You needn't be.

You've seen quite enough to prove that the whole force of St. Luc is there in the bushes, awaiting us, and we must tell our leaders at once."

They crept back to the center, where Willet and Rogers lay, Daganoweda being on the flank, and told them what they had seen.

"It's good enough proof," said Rogers.

"St. Luc with his whole force in the bushes means to hold the stream against us and keep us from taking a warning to Johnson, but the hardest way to do a thing isn't always the one you have to choose."

"I take it," said Willet, "that you mean to flank him out of his position."

"It was what I had in mind.

What do you think, Dave?"

"The only possible method.

Those Mohawks are wonders at such operations, and we'd better detail as many of the rangers as we can spare to join 'em, while a force here in the center makes a demonstration that will hold 'em to their place in the bushes.

I'll take the picked men and join Daganoweda."

Rogers laughed.

"It's like you, Dave," he said, "to choose the most dangerous part, and leave me here just to make a noise."

"But the commander usually stays in the center, while his lieutenants lead on the wings."

"That's true.

You have precedent with you, but it wouldn't have made any difference, anyhow."

"But when we fall on 'em you'll lead the center forward, and with such a man as St. Luc I fancy you'll have all the danger you crave."

Rogers laughed again.

"Go ahead, old fire-eater," he said.

"It was always your way.

I suppose you'll want to take Tayoga and Lennox with you."

"Oh, yes, I need 'em, and besides, I have to watch over 'em, in a way."

"And you watch over 'em by leading 'em into the very thickest of the battle.

But danger has always been a lure for you, and I know you're the best man for the job."

Willet quickly picked twenty men, including Black Rifle and the two lads, and bore away with speed toward the flank where Daganoweda and the Mohawks already lay.

As Robert left he heard the rifle shots with which the little force of Rogers was opening the battle, and he heard, too, the rifles and muskets of the French and Indians on the other side of the stream replying.

Fortunately, as the forest was very dense, and it was not possible for any of St. Luc's men to see the flanking movement, Willet and his rangers joined Daganoweda quickly and without hindrance, the eyes of the chieftain glittering when he saw the new force, and heard the plan to cross the stream far down and fall on St. Luc's flank.

"It is good," he said with satisfaction.

"Sharp Sword has eyes to see much, but he cannot see everything."

"But one thing must be understood," said Willet, gravely.

"If we see that we are getting the worst of the fight and our men are falling fast, the good runners must leave the conflict at once and make all speed for Waraiyageh.

Tayoga, you are the fastest and surest of all, and you must leave first, and, Daganoweda, do you pick three of your swift young warriors for the same task."

"I have one request to make," said Tayoga.

"What is it?"

"When I leave let me take Dagaeoga with me.

We are comrades who have shared many dangers, and he, too, is swift of foot and hardy.

It may be that there will be danger also in the flight to Waraiyageh's camp.

Then, if one should fall the other will go on."

"Well put, Tayoga.

Robert, do you hear?

If the tide seems to be turning against us join Tayoga in his flight toward Johnson."

Robert nodded, and the young warriors chosen by Daganoweda also indicated that they understood.

Then the entire force began its silent march through the woods on their perilous encircling movement.

They waded the river at a ford where the water did not rise above their knees, and entered the deep woods, gradually drawing back toward the point where St. Luc's force lay.

As they approached they began to hear the sounds of the little battle Rogers was waging with the French leader, a combat which was intended to keep the faculties and energies of the French and Indians busy, while the more powerful detachment under Willet and Daganoweda moved up for the main blow.

Faint reports of rifle and musket shots came to them, and also the long whining yell of the Indians, so like, in the distance, to the cry of a wolf.

Then, as they drew a little nearer they heard the shouts of the rangers, shouts of defiance or of triumph rattling continuously like a volley.

"That's a part of their duty," said Willet.

"Rogers has only twenty men, but he means to make 'em appear a hundred."

"Sounds more like two hundred," said Robert.

"It's the first time I ever heard one man shout as ten."

As they drew nearer the volume of the firing seemed to increase.

Rogers was certainly carrying out his part of the work in the most admirable manner, his men firing with great rapidity and never ceasing their battle shouts.

Even so shrewd a leader as St. Luc might well believe the entire force of rangers and Mohawks, instead of only twenty men, was in front of him.

But Robert was quite sure from the amount of firing coming from the Frenchman's position that he was in formidable force, perhaps outnumbering his opponents two to one, and the fight, though with the advantage of a flank attack by Willet and Daganoweda, was sure to be doubtful.

It seemed that Tayoga read his thought as he whispered: "Once more, Dagaeoga, we may leave the combat together, when it is at its height.

Remember the duty that has been laid upon us.

If the battle appears doubtful we are to flee."

"A hard thing to do at such a time."

"But we have our orders from the Great Bear."

"I had no thought of disobeying.

I know the importance of our getting through, if our force is defeated, or even held.

Why couldn't our whole detachment have gone around St. Luc just as we've done, and have left him behind without a fight?"

"Because if the Mountain Wolf had not been left in his front, Sharp Sword would have discovered immediately the absence of us all and would have followed so fast that he would have forced us to battle on his terms, instead of our being able to force him on ours."

"I see, Tayoga.

Look out!"

He seized the Onondaga suddenly and pulled him down.

A rifle cracked in the bushes sixty or seventy yards in front of them, and a bullet whistled where the red youth's head had been.

The shot came from an outlying sentinel of St. Luc's band, and knowing now that the time for a hidden advance had passed, Willet and all of his men charged with a mighty shout.

Their cheering also was a signal to the twenty men of Rogers on the other side of the river, and they, too, rushed forward.

St. Luc was taken by surprise, but, as Robert had feared, his French and Indians outnumbered them two to one.

They fell back a little, thus giving Rogers and his twenty a chance to cross the river, but they took up a new and strong position upon a well-wooded hill, and the battle at close range became fierce, sanguinary and doubtful.

Robert caught two glimpses of St. Luc directing his men with movements of his small sword, and once he saw another white man, who, he was sure was Dubois, although generally the enemy was invisible, keeping well under the shelter of tree and bush.

But while human forms were hidden, the evidences of ferocious battle were numerous.

The warriors on each side uttered fierce shouts, rifles and muskets crackled rapidly, now and then a stricken man uttered his death cry, and the depths of the forest were illuminated by the rapid jets of the firing.

The sudden and heavy attack upon his flank compelled St. Luc to take the defensive, and put him at a certain disadvantage, but he marshaled his superior numbers so well that the battle became doubtful, with every evidence that it would be drawn out to great length.

Moreover, the chevalier had maneuvered so artfully that his whole force was now drawn directly across the path of the rangers and Mohawks, and the way to Johnson was closed, for the time, at least.

An hour, two hours, the battle swayed to and fro among the trees and bushes.

Had their opponent been any other than St. Luc the three leaders, Willet, Rogers and Daganoweda, would have triumphed by that time, but French, Canadians and Indians alike drew courage from the dauntless Chevalier.

More than once they would have abandoned the field, but he marshaled them anew, and always he did it in a manner so skillful that the loss was kept at the lowest possible figure.

The forest was filled with smoke, though the high sun shot it through with luminous rays.

But no one looking upon the battle could have told which was the loser and which the winner.

The losses on the two sides were about equal, and St. Luc, holding the hill, still lay across the path of rangers and Mohawks.

Robert, who was crouched behind the trunk of a great oak, felt a light touch upon his arm, and, looking back, saw Tayoga.

"The time has come, Dagaeoga," said the Onondaga.

"What time?"

"The time for us to leave the battle and run as fast as we may to Waraiyageh."

"I had forgotten.

The conflict here had gotten so much into my blood that I couldn't think of anything else.

But, as I said it would be, it's hard to go."

"Go, Robert!"

called Willet from a tree twenty feet away.

"Curve around St. Luc.

Do what Tayoga says--he can scent danger like an animal of the forest--and make all speed to Johnson.

Maybe we'll join you in his camp later on."

"Good-by, Dave," said Robert, swallowing hard.

He crept away with the Onondaga, not rising to his full height for a long time.

Then the two stood for a few moments, listening to the sounds of the battle, which seemed to be increasing in violence.

Far through the forest they faintly saw the drifting smoke and the sparks of fire from the rifles and muskets.

"Once more I say it's hard to leave our friends there," exclaimed Robert.

"But our path leads that way," said Tayoga, pointing southward.

They struck, without another word, into the long, loping run that the forest runners use with such effect, and sped southward.

The sounds of the conflict soon died behind them, and they were in the stillness of the woods, where no enemy seemed near.

But they did not decrease their pace, leaping the little brooks, wading the wider streams, and flitting like shades through forest and thicket.

Twice they crossed Indian trails, but paid no heed to them.

Once a warrior, perhaps a hunter, fired a long shot at them, but as his bullet missed they paid no attention to him, but, increasing their speed, fled southward at a pace no ordinary man could overtake.

"Now that we have left," said Robert, after a while, "I'm glad we did so.

It will be a personal pleasure for us two to warn Johnson."

"We may carry the fate of a war with us, Dagaeoga.

Think of that!"

"I've thought of it.

But our friends behind us, engaged in the battle with St. Luc!

What of them?

Does Tododaho whisper to you anything about their fate?"

"They are great and skillful men, cunning and crafty in all the ways of the forest.

They have escaped great dangers a thousand times before and Tododaho tells me they will escape the thousand and first.

Be of good heart, Dagaeoga, and do not worry about them."

They dropped almost to a walk for a while, permitting their muscles to rest.

Tayoga's wound had healed so fast, the miracle was so nearly complete, that it did not trouble him, and, after walking two hours, they struck into the long, easy run again.

The miles dropped fast behind them, and now Johnson's camp was not far away.

It was well for Tayoga and Robert that they were naturally so strong and that they had lived such healthy lives, as now they were able to go on all through the day, and the setting sun found them still traveling, the Onondaga leading with an eye as infallible for the way as that of a bird in the heavens.

Some time after dark they stopped for a half hour and sat on fallen logs while they took fresh breath.

Robert was apprehensive about Tayoga's wound and expressed his solicitude.

"There is no pain," replied the young warrior, "and there will be none.

Tododaho and Areskoui gave me the miraculous cure for a purpose.

It was that I might have the strength to be a messenger to Waraiyageh, because if he is crushed then the French and the Indians will strike at the Hodenosaunee, and they will ravage the Vale of Onondaga itself with fire and the tomahawk.

Tododaho watches over his people."

"The stars have come out, Tayoga.

Can you see the one on which Tododaho lives?

And if so, what is he saying to you now?"

Tayoga looked up a long time.

He had received the white man's culture, but the Indian soul was strong within him, nevertheless, and he was steeped, too, in Indian lore.

All the legends of his race, all the Iroquois religion, came crowding upon him.

A faint silvery vapor overspread the sky, the stars in myriads quivered and danced, and there in a remote corner of space was the great star on which Tododaho lived.

It hung in the heavens a silver shield, small in the distance, but vast, Tayoga knew, beyond all conception.

There were fine lines across its face, but they were only the snakes in Tododaho's hair.

Gradually the features and countenance of the great Onondaga emerged upon the star, and the blood of Tayoga ran in a chill torrent through his veins, though the chill was not the chill of fear.

He was, in effect, meeting the mighty Onondaga of four hundred years ago, face to face.

The forest around him glided away, Robert vanished, the solid earth melted from under his feet, and he was like a being who hung in the air suspended from nothing.

He leaned his head forward a little in the attitude of one who listens, and he distinctly heard Tododaho say: "Go on, Tayoga.

As I have protected you so far on the way I shall protect you to the end.

Four hundred years ago I left my people, but my watch over them is as vigilant now as it was when I was on earth.

The nations of the Hodenosaunee shall not perish, and they shall remain great and mighty."

The voice ceased, the face of the mighty Onondaga disappeared, Tayoga was no longer suspended without a support in the air, the forest came back, and his good comrade, Robert Lennox, stood by his side, staring at him curiously.

"Have you been in a trance, Tayoga?"

asked Robert.

"No, Dagaeoga, I have not, but I can answer your question.

I not only heard Tododaho, but I saw him face to face.

He spoke to me in a voice like the wind among the pines, and he said that he would watch over me the rest of the way, and that the Hodenosaunee should remain great and powerful.

Come, Dagaeoga, all danger for us on this march has passed."

They rose, continued their flight without hindrance, and the next morning entered the camp of Johnson.

CHAPTER XV