| His step was firm, his face settled and resoluteRachel and Simeon came out after them
?You get out, a moment,? said Phineas to those inside, ?and let me fix the back of the wagon, there, for the women-folks and the boy
?Here are the two buffaloes,? said Rachel?Make the seats as comfortable as may be; it?s hard riding all night
Jim came out first, and carefully assisted out his old mother, who clung to his arm, and looked anxiously about, as if she expected the pursuer every moment
?Jim, are your pistols all in order?? said George, in a low, firm voice
?Yes, indeed,? said Jim
?And you?ve no doubt what you shall do, if they come??
?I rather think I haven?t,? said Jim, throwing open his broad chest, and taking a deep breath?Do you think I?ll let them get mother again??
During this brief colloquy, Eliza had been taking her leave of her kind friend, Rachel, and was handed into the carriage by Simeon, and, creeping into the back part with her boy, sat down among the buffalo-skinsThe old woman was next handed in and seated and George and Jim placed on a rough board seat front of them, and Phineas mounted in front
?Farewell, my friends,? said Simeon, from without
?God bless you!? answered all from within
And the wagon drove off, rattling and jolting over the frozen road
There was no opportunity for conversation, on account of the roughness of the way and the noise of the wheelsThe vehicle, therefore, rumbled on, through long, dark stretches of woodland,?over wide dreary plains,?up hills, and down valleys,?and on, on, on they jogged, hour after hourThe child soon fell asleep, and lay heavily in his mother?s lapThe poor, frightened old woman at last forgot her fears; and, even Eliza, as the night waned, found all her anxieties insufficient to keep her eyes from closingPhineas seemed, on the whole, the briskest of the company, and beguiled his long drive with whistling certain very unquaker-like songs, as he went on
But about three o?clock George?s ear caught the hasty and decided click of a horse?s hoof coming behind them at some distance and jogged Phineas by the elbowPhineas pulled up his horses, and listened
?That must be Michael,? he said; ?I think I know the sound of his gallop;? and he rose up and stretched his head anxiously back over the road
A man riding in hot haste was now dimly descried at the top of a distant hill
?There he is, I do believe!? said PhineasGeorge and Jim both sprang out of the wagon before they knew what they were doingAll stood intensely silent, with their faces turned towards the expected messengerNow he went down into a valley, where they could not see him; but they heard the sharp, hasty tramp, rising nearer and nearer; at last they saw him emerge on the top of an eminence, within hail
?Yes, that?s Michael!? said Phineas; and, raising his voice, ?Halloa, there, Michael!?
?Phineas! is that thee??
?Yes; what news?they coming??
?Right on behind, eight or ten of them, hot with brandy, swearing and foaming like so many wolves
And, just as he spoke, a breeze brought the faint sound of galloping horsemen towards them
?In with you,?quick, boys, in!? said Phineas?If you must fight, wait till I get you a piece ahead And, with the word, both jumped in, and Phineas lashed the horses to a run, the horseman keeping close beside themThe wagon rattled, jumped, almost flew, over the frozen ground; but plainer, and still plainer, came the noise of pursuing horsemen behindThe women heard it, and, looking anxiously out, saw, far in the rear, on the brow of a distant hill, a party of men looming up against the red-streaked sky of early dawnAnother hill, and their pursuers had evidently caught sight of their wagon, whose white cloth-covered top made it conspicuous at some distance, and a loud yell of brutal triumph came forward on the windEliza sickened, and strained her child closer to her bosom; the old woman prayed and groaned, and George and Jim clenched their pistols with the grasp of despairThe pursuers gained on them fast; the carriage made a sudden turn, and brought them near a ledge of a steep overhanging rock, that rose in an isolated ridge or clump in a large lot, which was, all around it, quite clear and smoothThis isolated pile, or range of rocks, rose up black and heavy against the brightening sky, and seemed to promise shelter and concealmentIt was a place well known to Phineas, who had been familiar with the spot in his hunting days; and it was to gain this point he had been racing his horses
?Now for it!? said he, suddenly checking his horses, and springing from his seat to the shop ground |
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