"We had better leave the canoes," Mabel hurriedly re-joined; "for I feel it is no longer safe to be here.""You can never do it; you can never do it.It would be a march of more than twenty miles, and that, too, of tramping over brush and roots, and through swamps, in the dark; the trail of such a party would be wide, and we might have to fight our way into the garrison after all.
We will wait for the Mohican."
Such appearing to be the decision of him to whom all, in their present strait, looked up for counsel, no more was said on tbe subject.The whole party now broke up into groups: Arrowhead and his wife sitting apart under the bushes, conversing in a low tone, though the man spoke sternly, and the woman answered with the subdued mild-ness that marks the degraded condition of a savage's wife.
Pathfinder and Cap occupied one canoe, chatting of their different adventures by sea and land; while Jasper and Mabel sat in the other, making greater progress in in-timacy in a single hour than might have been effected under other circumstances in a twelvemonth.Notwith-standing their situation as regards the enemy, the time flew by swiftly, and the young people, in particular, were astonished when Cap informed them how long they had been thus occupied.
"If one could smoke, Master Pathfinder," observed the old sailor, "this berth would be snug enough; for, to give the devil his due, you have got the canoes handsomely land-locked, and into moorings that would defy a monsoon.
The only hardship is the denial of the pipe.""The scent of the tobacco would betray us; and where is the use of taking all these precautions against the Mingo's eyes, if we are to tell him where the cover is to be found through the nose? No, no; deny your appetites;and learn one virtue from a red-skin, who will pass a week without eating even, to get a single scalp.Did you hear nothing, Jasper?""The Serpent is coming."
"Then let us see if Mohican eyes are better than them of a lad who follows the water."The Mohican had indeed made his appearance in the same direction as that by which Jasper had rejoined his friends.Instead of coming directly on, however, no sooner did he pass the bend, where he was concealed from any who might be higher up stream, than he moved close under the bank; and, using the utmost caution, got a position where he could look back, with his person suffi-ciently concealed by the bushes to prevent its being seen by any in that quarter.
"The Sarpent sees the knaves!" whispered Pathfinder.
"As I'm a Christian white man, they have bit at the bait, and have ambushed the smoke!"Here a hearty but silent laugh interrupted his words, and nudging Cap with his elbow, they all continued to watch the movements of Chingachgook in profound still-ness.The Mohican remained stationary as the rock on which he stood full ten minutes; and then it was apparent that something of interest had occurred within his view, for he drew back with a hurried manner, looked anxiously and keenly along the margin of the stream, and moved quickly down it, taking care to lose his trail in the shallow water.He was evidently in a hurry and concerned, now looking behind him, and then casting eager glances towards every spot on the shore where he thought a canoe might be concealed.
"Call him in," whispered Jasper, scarcely able to re-strain his impatience, -- "call him in, or it will be too late!
See! he is actually passing us."
"Not so, not so, lad; nothing presses, depend on it;"returned his companion, "or the Sarpent would begin to creep.The Lord help us and teach us wisdom! I _do_ be-lieve even Chingachgook, whose sight is as faithful as the hound's scent, overlooks us, and will not find out the am-bushment we have made!"
This exultation was untimely; for the words were no sooner spoken than the Indian, who had actually got sev-eral feet lower down the stream than the artificial cover, suddenly stopped; fastened a keen-riveted glance among the transplanted bushes; made a few hasty steps back-ward; and, bending his body and carefully separating the branches, he appeared among them.
"The accursed Mingos!" said Pathfinder, as soon as his friend was near enough to be addressed with prudence.
"Iroquois," returned the sententious Indian.
"No matter, no matter; Iroquois, devil, Mingo, Meng-wes, or furies -- all are pretty much the same.I call all rascals Mingos.Come hither, chief, and let us convarse rationally."When their private communication was over, Pathfinder rejoined the rest, and made them acquainted with all he had learned.
The Mohican had followed the trail of their enemies some distance towards the fort, until the latter caught a sight of the smoke of Jasper's fire, when they instantly retraced their steps.It now became necessary for Chin-gachgook, who ran the greatest risk of detection, to find a cover where he could secrete bimself until the party might pass.It was perhaps fortunate for him that the savages were so intent on this recent discovery, that they did not bestow the ordinary attention on the signs of the forest.
At all events, they passed him swiftly, fifteen in number, treading lightly in each other's footsteps; and he was en-abled again to get into their rear.After proceeding to the place where the footsteps of Pathfinder and the Mohi-can had joined the principal trail, the Iroquois had struck off to the river, which they reached just as Jasper had dis-appeared behind the bend below.The smoke being now in plain view, the savages plunged into the woods and endeavored to approach the fire unseen.Chingachgook profited by this occasion to descend to the water, and to gain the bend in the river also, which he thought had been effected undiscovered.Here he paused, as has been stated, until he saw his enemies at the fire, where their stay, how-ever, was very short.
