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"s.h.!.+" whispered the husband; "there may be others near us; do you hear anything?"
Neither could catch any suspicious noise, and he concluded it was best to move on. If they should remain where they were when daylight came, all hope would be gone. The situation would be hardly improved if they stayed any longer in the gloom, after what had taken place.
Making known his purpose to his wife, he placed himself at the head of d.i.c.k, and holding his bit, started forward. The mare followed the moment she heard what was going on, and the mother with her child walked between.
But less than twenty steps were taken, when the leader paused abruptly, alarmed by an altogether unexpected discovery. The twinkle of a light appeared among the trees in front, so directly in their path that, had they continued straight forward, they would have stepped into the blaze.
This was cause for astonishment, and suggested that the fugitives had struck a place where other Sioux had gathered, probably a number who knew nothing of what had taken place a short time before. If this were true, there ought not to be much difficulty in working past them.
Still, critical as was the situation, he felt that the chance to learn something ought not to be thrown away. Whispering to his wife to remain where she was, he left her and stole forward until he could gain sight of the blaze and those surrounding it.
There was the fire made by a number of sticks heaped against the trunk of a tree, and burning vigorously, but to his surprise, not an Indian was in sight. How many had been gathered there, how long since they had left, whether they would return, and if so, how soon? All these were questions that must be left to some other time before even attempting to guess the answers.
He waited some minutes, thinking possibly the missing warriors would return, but not one showed up, and he felt it would not do to tarry longer. A goodly portion of the night had already pa.s.sed, and Fort Meade was still a long distance away, with a dangerous stretch of country to pa.s.s.
It seemed to the husband and wife that they hardly breathed, as they moved through the wood. He held his pony by the rein with his left hand, while he used the right, grasping the Winchester, to open the way in front. They could do nothing more, listening meanwhile for the sounds of danger which they expected to hear every moment.
But lo! while they were advancing in this guarded manner, they suddenly came out of the wood and into the open country again.
The husband uttered another exclamation of thankfulness, and checked the animals.
"Now it looks as if we had a chance to accomplish something," he said, "and I am sure you are in need of rest."
"I am somewhat weary, but I can stand a great deal more, George; give no thought to me, but think only of the peril from which we must escape this night or never."
He gently took the little Dot, swathed as she was in the heavy blanket, and held her while his wife remounted the mare, without help. We have said she was an excellent horsewoman, as she had proved before this eventful night.
"Now," said he, when she was firmly seated and extended her arms to take the child, "I am going to use my authority as a husband over you."
"Have I not always been an obedient wife?" she asked, with mock humility.
"No man was ever blessed with a better helpmate," was the reply.
"I await your commands, my lord."
Instead of pa.s.sing the child to her, he reached up his rifle.
"What is the meaning of that?" she asked wonderingly.
"Lay it across the saddle in front, where its weight will not discommode you. I shall carry Dot."
"But think, George, of the risk it involves. I a.s.sure you that it will be no task for me to take care of her now that I am in the saddle again."
"All discussion is ended," he replied, with a severity which she well knew was a.s.sumed, though she did not dispute him. She accepted the weapon and placed it in position as he directed. Then supporting the precious child with one arm, he mounted his pony and placed himself by her side.
"We will ride abreast; if any emergency calls for the use of my gun, I can pa.s.s Dot to you in an instant; you must remember too, that I have a revolver, which may serve me better in any sudden peril."
"I obey," she replied, "but you will not deny me the right to think you are committing a mistake; since, however, it is actuated by love, I appreciate it."
"I a.s.sure you," he said with deep feeling, "that aside from the consideration due you, I am acting for the best. I wish you, as long as possible, to remain at my side. We have made so many turnings and changes in our course that I have lost all idea of the points of the compa.s.s; I do not know whether we are going toward Fort Meade or straying off to the right or left, with the probability that in the morning we may be far out of the way. Help me to keep our bearings."
And husband and wife rode out on the prairie in the darkness and falling snow.
CHAPTER XVIII.
NIGHT AND MORNING.
By this time the snow lay to the depth of several inches on the earth.
It was still falling, and the cold was increasing. The flakes were slighter, and there were fewer of them. His knowledge of the weather told the rancher that the fall would cease after a while, with a still further lowering of the temperature. Thanks, however, to the thoughtfulness of his wife more than himself, they were so plentifully provided with blankets and extra garments that they were not likely to suffer any inconvenience from that cause.
Fortunately for them and greatly to their relief, the stretch of prairie which they had struck continued comparatively level. Occasionally they ascended a slight elevation or rode down a declivity, but in no case for more than two hours was either so steep that the ponies changed their gait from the easy swinging canter to a walk.
Once, after riding down a slight decline, they struck another stream, but it was little more than a brook, so strait that a dozen steps brought them out on the other side with little more than the wetting of their animals' hoofs.
They rode side by side, for the mare was as fleet and enduring as the horse. Now and then they glanced back, but saw nothing to cause alarm, and hope became stronger than before.
"We are doing remarkably well," said the husband, breaking the silence for the first time in a half hour.
"Yes," was the thoughtful reply; "we must have travelled a good many miles since the last start, and there is only one danger that troubles me."
"What is that?"
"The probability--nay, the almost certainty--that we are not journeying toward the fort."
"I have thought much of that," replied the husband, giving voice to a misgiving that had disturbed him more than he was willing to admit; "it is as you say, that the chances are against our proceeding in a direct line, but it is equally true that the general course is right."
"How can you know that?"
"Because we have crossed two streams that were in our path, and they remain behind us."
"But," reminded the thoughtful wife, "you forget that those same streams are very winding in their course. If they followed a direct line, we could ask no more proof that we are on the right track."
"True, but it cannot be that they take such a course that we are travelling toward the ranch again."
"Hardly as bad as that, but if we are riding at right angles in either direction, we shall be in a sad plight when the morning comes. The sun will take from us all chance of dodging the Sioux so narrowly as we have done more than once since leaving home."
"We must not forget the peril of which you speak; at such times I trust much to the instinct of the animals."
"And would not that, in the present case, lead them to go toward rather than from home?"
"I'm blessed if I thought of that!"
The rancher was filled with dismay for the moment, and brought d.i.c.k down to a walk.