The Scouts of the Valley. Altsheler Joseph Alexander

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СКАЧАТЬ the set time he returned to the little hill crowned with the black oaks, and as he approached it from one side he saw Shif’less Sol coming from another. The shiftless one walked despondently. His gait was loose and shambling-a rare thing with him, and Henry knew that he, too, had failed. He realized now that he had not expected anything else. Shif’less Sol shook his head, sat down on a root and said nothing. Henry sat down, also, and the two exchanged a look of discouragement.

      “The others will be here directly,” said Henry, “and perhaps Long Jim will be with one of them.”

      But in his heart he knew that it would not be so, and the shiftless one knew that he had no confidence in his own words.

      “If not,” said Henry, resolved to see the better side, “we’ll stay anyhow until we find him. We can’t spare good old Long Jim.”

      Shif’less Sol did not reply, nor did Henry speak again, until lie saw the bushes moving slightly three or four hundred yards away.

      “There comes Tom,” he said, after a single comprehensive glance, “and he’s alone.”

      Tom Ross was also a dejected figure. He looked at the two on the hill, and, seeing that the man for whom they were searching was not with them, became more dejected than before.

      “Paul’s our last chance,” he said, as he joined them. “He’s gen’rally a lucky boy, an’ mebbe it will be so with him to-day.”

      “I hope so,” said Henry fervently. “He ought to be along in a few minutes.”

      They waited patiently, although they really had no belief that Paul would bring in the missing man, but Paul was late. The noon hour was well past. Henry took a glance at the sun. Noon was gone at least a half hour, and he stirred uneasily.

      “Paul couldn’t get lost in broad daylight,” he said.

      “No,” said Shif’less Sol, “he couldn’t get lost!”

      Henry noticed his emphasis on the word “lost,” and a sudden fear sprang up in his heart. Some power had taken away Long Jim; could the same power have seized Paul? It was a premonition, and he paled under his brown, turning away lest the others see his face. All three now examined the whole circle of the horizon for a sight of moving bushes that would tell of the boy’s coming.

      The forest told nothing. The sun blazed brightly over everything, and Paul, like Long Jim, did not come. He was an hour past due, and the three, oppressed already by Long jim’s disappearance, were convinced that he would not return. But they gave him a half hour longer. Then Henry said:

      “We must hunt for him, but we must not separate. Whatever happens we three must stay together.”

      “I’m not hankerin’ to roam ‘roun jest now all by myself,” said the shiftless one, with an uneasy laugh.

      The three hunted all that afternoon for Paul. Once they saw trace of footsteps, apparently his, in some soft earth, but they were quickly, lost on hard ground, and after that there was nothing. They stopped shortly before sunset at the edge of a narrow but deep creek.

      “What do you think of it, Henry?” asked Shif’less Sol.

      “I don’t know what to think,” replied the youth, “but it seems to me that whatever took away Jim has taken away Paul, also.”

      “Looks like it,” said Sol, “an’ I guess it follers that we’re in the same kind o’ danger.”

      “We three of us could put up a good fight,” said Henry, “and I propose that we don’t go back to that camp, but spend the night here.”

      “Yes, an’ watch good,” said Tom Ross.

      Their new camp was made quickly in silence, merely the grass under the low boughs of a tree. Their supper was a little venison, and then they watched the coming of the darkness. It was a heavy hour for the three. Long Jim was gone, and then Paul-Paul, the youngest, and, in a way, the pet of the little band.

      “Ef we could only know how it happened,” whispered Shif’less Sol, “then we might rise up an’ fight the danger an’ git Paul an’ Jim back. But you can’t shoot at somethin’ you don’t see or hear. In all them fights o’ ours, on the Ohio an’ Mississippi we knowed what wuz ag’inst us, but here we don’t know nothin’.”

      “It is true, Sol,” sighed Henry. “We were making such big plans, too, and before we can even start our force is cut nearly in half. To-morrow we’ll begin the hunt again. We’ll never desert Paul and Jim, so long as we don’t know they’re dead.”

      “It’s my watch,” said Tom. “You two sleep. We’ve got to keep our strength.”

      Henry and the shiftless one acquiesced, and seeking the softest spots under the tree sat down. Tom Ross took his place about ten feet in front of them, sitting on the ground, with his hands clasped around his knees, and his rifle resting on his arm. Henry watched him idly for a little while, thinking all the time of his lost comrades. The night promised to be dark, a good thing for them, as the need of hiding was too evident.

      Shif’less Sol soon fell asleep, as Henry, only three feet away, knew by his soft and regular breathing, but the boy himself was still wide-eyed.

      The darkness seemed to sink down like a great blanket dropping slowly, and the area of Henry’s vision narrowed to a small circle. Within this area the distinctive object was the figure of Tom Ross, sitting with his rifle across his knees. Tom had an infinite capacity for immobility. Henry had never seen another man, not even an Indian, who could remain so long in one position contented and happy. He believed that the silent one could sit as he was all night.

      His surmise about Tom began to have a kind of fascination for him. Would he remain absolutely still? He would certainly shift an arm or a leg. Henry’s interest in the question kept him awake. He turned silently on the other side, but, no matter how intently he studied the sitting figure of his comrade, he could not see it stir. He did not know how long he had been awake, trying thus to decide a question that should be of no importance at such a time. Although unable to sleep, he fell into a dreamy condition, and continued vaguely to watch the rigid and silent sentinel.

      He suddenly saw Tom stir, and he came from his state of languor. The exciting question was solved at last. The man would not sit all night absolutely immovable. There could be no doubt of the fact that he had raised an arm, and that his figure had straightened. Then he stood up, full height, remained motionless for perhaps ten seconds, and then suddenly glided away among the bushes.

      Henry knew what this meant. Tom had heard something moving in the thickets, and, like a good sentinel, he had gone to investigate. A rabbit, doubtless, or perhaps a sneaking raccoon. Henry rose to a sitting position, and drew his own rifle across his knees. He would watch while Tom was gone, and then lie would sink quietly back, not letting his comrade know that lie had taken his place.

      The faintest of winds began to stir among the thickets. Light clouds drifted before the moon. Henry, sitting with his rifle across his knees, and Shif’less Sol, asleep in the shadows, were invisible, but Henry saw beyond the circle of darkness that enveloped them into the grayish light that fell over the bushes. He marked the particular point at which he expected Tom Ross to appear, a slight opening that held out invitation for the passage of a man.

      He waited a long time, ten minutes, twenty, a half hour, and the sentinel did not return. Henry came abruptly out of his dreamy state. He felt with all the terrible thrill of certainty СКАЧАТЬ