Audrey eBook

Mary Johnston
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 448 pages of information about Audrey.

Audrey eBook

Mary Johnston
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 448 pages of information about Audrey.

His eyes had been upon the mountains, but now, with the sudden movement, he faced the eastern horizon and a long cleft between the hills.  Far down this opening something was on fire, burning fiercely and redly.  Some one must have put torch to the forest; and yet it did not burn as trees burn.  It was like a bonfire ... it was a bonfire in a clearing!  There were not woods about it, but a field—­and the glint of water—­

The negro, awakened by foot and voice, sprang up, and stood bewildered beside his master.  “It is the valley that we have been seeking, Juba,” said the latter, speaking rapidly and low.  “That burning pile is the cabin, and ’t is like that there are Indians between us and it!  Leave the horses; we shall go faster without them.  Look to the priming of your gun, and make no noise.  Now!”

Rapidly descending the hill, they threw themselves into the woods at its base.  Here they could not see the fire, but now and then, as they ran, they caught the glow, far down the lines of trees.  Though they went swiftly they went warily as well, keeping an eye and ear open and muskets ready.  But there was no sound other than their own quick footfalls upon the floor of rotting leaves, or the eager brushing of their bodies through occasional undergrowth; no sight but the serried trees and the checkered light and shade upon the ground.

They came to the shallow stream that flashed through the valley, and crossing it found themselves on cleared ground, with only a long strip of corn between them and what had been a home for English folk.  It was that no longer:  for lack of fuel the flames were dying down; there was only a charred and smoking pile, out of which leaped here and there a red tongue.

Haward had expected to hear a noise of savage triumph, and to see dark figures moving about their handiwork.  There was no noise, and the moonlight showed no living being.  The night was changelessly still and bright; the tragedy had been played, and the mountains and the hills and the running water had not looked.

It took but a few minutes to break through the rustling corn and reach the smouldering logs.  Once before them, there seemed naught to do but to stand and stare at the ruin, until a tongue of flame caught upon a piece of uncharred wood, and showed them the body of the pioneer lying at a little distance from the stone that had formed his doorstep.  At a sign from Haward the negro went and turned it over, then, let it sink again into the seared grass.  “Two arrows, Marse Duke,” he said, coming back to the other’s side.  “An’ they’ve taken his scalp.”

Three times Haward made the round of the yet burning heap.  Was it only ruined and fallen walls, or was it a funeral pyre as well?  To know, he must wait for the day and until the fire had burned itself out.  If the former were the case, if the dead man alone kept the valley, then now, through the forest and the moonlight, captives were being haled to some Indian village, and to a fate more terrible than that of the man who lay there upon the grass with an arrow through his heart.

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