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Fort Amity

Chapter 9 THE FARTHER SLOPE.

Word Count: 1712    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

been walking hard, and had eaten too much throughout the voyage; no doubt,

muttered an

" The sergeant swept the cliffs abov

He has been dead for hours, but not many hours." He lifted an arm and let it fall, after trying the rigidity of the muscles. "Not many

l they have been tr

is no escaping; but this we shall learn within twenty paces, since between the rocks here they have us at their will. You, O illustrious, they might suf

r signs of the foe. "We had best make trial of this without delay," he added. "For if they fir

x. "If they have tracked us, they have tracked all.

y overtook him here. Now, see again-I tell you they have not been tracking us, and I will prove it. In the first place I am no fool, and if one-two-three men have tracked me close (it cannot be far) a day long without my knowing, it will be the first time in Menehwehna's life. But let that pass. See these marks; they overtook him here, and they did with him-so. But where is any mark on the path behi

ce with us! Why on earth should the Iroquois meddle w

onderoga, seated on a hill opposite and only waiting. Yes, and in peace they have never less reasons than fingers and toes for killing a man. Your questions are for a child; but I say that the Iroquois ha

lose within it, would warn us back; therefore they would say,

for why should they be expecting us? It is now two days since you killed the moose. They could not have been near in a body to hear that shot fired, for it is h

p of the descent, and in his belief the dead man's pursuers were three or fo

we need not fear; but we cannot spend the night in this trap-for

ting weeks!" His hand went up to his breast, then he seemed to recollect himself and turned upon John r

d on the Richelieu, in scorn of discipline. The man must be entrusted with some secret missive of Montcalm's, and, being puffed up with it, had in a

sing down rapidly. John lifted his face towards th

g-slowly freezing to a standstill; his hands sp

orrible human screams, rending the twilight, beati

John could not mistake-the whoop of Indians. He plucked his hands from the rock, and ran; b

ocked the pale daylight there. Barboux lingered a moment, stooping over the murdered man; but he too ran at the sound of

ed doubtful glance, and recognising his pursuer grunted with relief. At their feet, and far below, spread a wide plain-

lumbering sergeant and put forth all his strength to catch up with Menehwehna. The descent jarred his knees horribly, and still, as he plunged deeper into the shadow of the plain, the stones and bushes beneath his feet grew dimmer and the pitfal

orest. He had caught up with Menehwehna and

sudden halt, and swung round, panting. Somehow, although unable to see his

an, you a

ly. "Is it the noise I made? I

matters noise more or less

Barboux, blundering up at this m

h deafness and they have not heard you, O illustrious!-and with blindness, that they cannot trace your footmarks; yes, and perchan

d and hurried me. But you Indians do not know everything. I f

will be of great price," said he, "if what you found will take us

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