The Pirates of the Prairies: Adventures in the American Desert. Gustave Aimard
a start of terror on seeing him.
Eagle-wing immediately perceived the impression he produced on her, he stopped on the threshold of the cabin, folded his arms on his chest, and bowed respectfully.
"My sister need not be alarmed," he said in a gentle and insinuating voice, "it is a friend who is speaking to her."
"A friend!" Doña Clara murmured, as she took a side glance at him; "the unfortunate have no friends."
The Indian drew a few steps nearer to her, and went on, as he bent over her:
"The jaguar has been forced to put on the skin of the crafty serpent, in order to introduce himself among his enemies, and gain their confidence. Does not my sister recognise me?"
The Mexican girl reflected for a moment, and then answered with hesitation, and looking at him attentively:
"Although the sound of your voice is not unfamiliar to me, I seek in vain to remember where, and under what circumstances I have already seen you."
"I will help my sister to remember," Eagle-wing continued. "Two days ago, at the passage of the ford, I tried to save her, and was on the point of succeeding, but before that my sister had seen me several times."
"If you will mention a date and a circumstance, I may possibly succeed in remembering."
"My sister need not seek, it will be useless; I prefer telling her my name at once, for moments are precious. I am Moukapec, the great Chief of the Coras, of the Del Norte. My sister's father and my sister herself often helped the poor Indians of my tribe."
"That is true," the maiden said, sadly. "Oh! I remember now. Poor people! They were pitilessly massacred, and their village fired by the Apaches. Oh! I know that horrible story."
A sardonic smile played round the chief's lips at these words.
"Coyote does not eat coyote," he said, in a hollow voice; "the jaguars do not wage war on jaguars. They were not Indians who assassinated the Coras, but scalp hunters."
"Oh!" she said, in horror.
"Let my sister listen," the Coras continued quickly; "now that I have told her my name, she must place confidence in me."
"Yes," she answered, eagerly, "for I know the nobility of your character."
"Thanks! I am here for my sister's sake alone. I have sworn to save her, and restore her to her father."
"Alas!" she murmured sadly, "that is impossible. You are alone, and we are surrounded by enemies. The bandits who guard us are a hundredfold more cruel than the ferocious beasts of the desert."
"I do not know yet in what way I shall set about saving my sister," the chief said, firmly; "but I shall succeed if she is willing."
"Oh!" she exclaimed with febrile energy, "If I am willing! Whatever requires to be done, I will do without hesitation. My courage will not fail me, be assured of that, chief."
"Good!" the Indian said with joy; "My sister is truly a daughter of the Mexican kings. I count on her when the moment arrives. Red Cedar is absent for a few days; I will go and prepare everything for my sister's flight."
"Go, chief; at the first sign from you I shall be ready to follow you."
"Good! I retire; my sister can take courage, she will soon be free."
The Indian bowed to the maiden, and prepared to leave the hut. Suddenly, a hand was laid on his shoulder. At this unexpected touch, in spite of his self-command, the chief could not repress a start of terror. He turned, and Red Cedar's daughter stood before him, with a smile on her lips. "I have heard all," she said in her pure and melodious voice.
The chief bent a long and sad look on Doña Clara.
"Why this emotion," Ellen continued, "which I read on your features? I do not mean to betray you, for I am a friend of Doña Clara. Reassure yourself; if accident has made me mistress of your secret, I will not abuse it – on the contrary, I will help your flight."
"Can it be so? You would do that?" Doña Clara exclaimed, as she threw her arms round her neck, and buried her face in her bosom.
"Why not?" she simply answered; "You are my friend."
"Oh! Oh! I love you, for you are good. You had pity on my grief, and wept with me." Eagle-wing fixed on the maiden a glance of undefinable meaning.
"Listen," Ellen said; "I will supply you with the means you lack. We'll leave the camp this very night."
"We?" Doña Clara asked; "What do you mean?"
"I mean," Ellen continued, quickly, "that I shall go with you."
"Can it be possible?"
"Yes," she said, in a melancholy voice; "I cannot remain here longer."
On hearing these words, the Coras Chief quivered with joy; a sinister ray flashed from his dark eyes; but he immediately resumed his stoical appearance, and the maidens did not notice his emotion.
"But what shall we do to procure means of flight?"
"That is my affair, so do not trouble yourself about it. This very night, I repeat, we shall start."
"May Heaven grant it!" Doña Clara sighed.
Ellen turned to the chief and said:
"Does my brother know, at a short distance from the spot where we now are, any Indian pueblo where we can seek shelter?"
"Two suns from here, in a northwestern direction, there is a pueblo, inhabited by a tribe of my nation. It was thither I intended to lead my white father's daughter after her escape."
"And we shall be in safety with that tribe?"
"The daughter of Acumapicthzin will be as safe as in her father's hacienda," the Indian answered, evasively.
"Good! Can my father leave the camp?"
"Who is strong enough to arrest the flight of the condor? Moukapec is a warrior, nothing stops him."
"My brother will set out."
"Good!"
"He will proceed by the shortest road to the pueblo of his nation, then he will return to meet us with the warriors he has collected, in order that we may defend ourselves, in the event of being followed by the Gambusinos."
"Very good," the Indian answered joyfully. "My sister is young, but wisdom dwells in her heart; I will do what she desires – when may I start?"
"At once."
"I go. What hour will my sister quit the camp?"
"At the hour when the owl sings its first hymn to the rising sun."
"My sister will meet me at the most four hours after her departure. She must remember in her flight always to go in a northwestern direction."
"I will do so."
Eagle-wing bowed to the maidens and left the cabin.
The gambusinos were in a deep sleep round the fire; only Dick and Harry were awake. The Coras glided like a phantom through the trees, and reached the edge of the water unnoticed, which was the more easy to effect, because the Canadians were not watching the island, from which they had no danger to apprehend, but had their eyes fixed on the prairie. The chief took off his clothes and made them into a parcel, which he fastened on his breast; he slipped into the water, and swam silently in the direction of the mainland.
So soon as the Indian left the cabin Ellen bent over Doña Clara, gave her a loving kiss on the forehead, and said softly – "Try to sleep for a few hours, while I prepare everything for our flight."
"Sleep!" the Mexican answered, "How can I with the restlessness that devours me."
"You must!" Ellen insisted, "For we shall have great fatigue to endure tomorrow."
"Well," Doña Clara said, softly, "I will try, as you wish it."
The maidens exchanged a kiss and a shake of the hand, and Ellen left the hut in her turn, smiling to her friend, who followed her with an anxious glance. When left alone, Doña Clara fell on her knees, clasped her hands, and addressed a fervent