Part 21 (2/2)
”She refused to heed you! Is that true? She left Westchester in spite of your disapproval?”
”Loskiel does not lie.”
”She must be mad!” I said, with some heat. ”Had she not managed to keep our camp in view, what had become of her now, Sagamore?” I added, reluctantly admitting by implication yet another defeat for me.
”Of course I know that you must have kept in communication with her--though how you did so I do not know.”
The Siwanois smiled slyly.
”Who is she? What is she, Mayaro? Is she, after all, but a camp-gypsy of the better cla.s.s? I can not believe it--yet--she roves the world in tatters, haunting barracks and camps. Can you not tell me something concerning her?”
The Indian made no reply.
”Has she made you promise not to?”
He did not answer, but I saw very plainly that this was so.
Mystified, perplexed, and more deeply troubled than I cared to admit to myself, I rose from the door-sill, buckled on belt, knife, and hatchet, and stood looking out over the river in silence for a while.
The Siwanois said pleasantly, yet with a hidden hint of malice:
”If my brother desires to walk abroad in the pleasant weather, Mayaro will not run away. Say so to Major Parr.”
I blushed furiously at the mocking revelation that he had noted and understood the precautions of Major Parr.
”Mayaro,” I said, ”I trust you. See! You are confided to me, I am responsible for you. If you leave I shall be disgraced. But--Siwanois are free people! The Sagamore is my elder brother who will not blacken my face or cast contempt upon my uniform. See! I trust my brother Mayaro, I go.”
The Sagamore looked me square in the eye with a face which was utterly blank and expressionless. Then he gathered his legs under him, sprang noiselessly to his feet, laid his right hand on the hilt of my knife, and his left one on his own, drew both bright blades with a simultaneous and graceful movement, and drove his knife into my sheath, mine into his own.
My heart stood still; I had never expected even to witness such an act--never dared believe that I should partic.i.p.ate in it.
The Siwanois drew my knife from his sheath, touched the skin of his wrist with the keen edge. I followed his example; on our wrists two bright spots of blood beaded the skin.
Then the Sagamore filled a tin cup with clean water and extended his wrist. A single drop of blood fell into it. I did the same.
Then in silence still, he lifted the cup to his lips, tasted it, and pa.s.sed it to me. I wet my lips, offered it to him again. And very solemnly he sprinkled the scarcely tinted contents over the gra.s.s at the door-sill.
So was accomplished between this Mohican and myself the rite of blood brotherhood--an alliance of implicit trust and mutual confidence which only death could end.
CHAPTER VI
THE SPRING WAIONTHA
It happened the following afternoon that, having written in my journal, and dressed me in my best, I left the Mohican in the hut a-painting and s.h.i.+ning up his weapons, and walked abroad to watch the remaining troops and the artillery start for Otsego Lake.
A foot regiment--Colonel Gansevoort's--had struck tents and marched with its drums and colours early that morning, carrying also the regimental wagons and batteaux. However, I had been told that this veteran regiment was not to go with the army into the Iroquois country, but was to remain as a protection to Tryon County. But now Colonel Lamb's remaining section of artillery was to march to the lake; and whether this indicated that our army at last was fairly in motion, n.o.body knew. Yet, it seemed scarcely likely, because Lieutenant Boyd had been ordered out with a scout of twenty men toward the West branch of the Delaware, and he told me that he expected to be absent for several days. Besides, it was no secret that arms had not yet been issued and distributed to all the recruits in the foot regiments; that Schott's riflemen had not yet drawn their equipment, and that as yet we had not collected half the provisions required for an extensive campaign, although nearly every day the batteaux came up the river with stores from Schenectady and posts below.
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