betty zane-第61章
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f the fleeing forms tumbled to the earth。 A series of long yells from all around the Fort greeted this last shot； but not an Indian fired a rifle。
Fire…tipped arrows were now shot at the block…house； but not one took effect； although a few struck the stockade…fence。 Col。 Zane had taken the precaution to have the high grass and the clusters of goldenrod cut down all round the Fort。 The wisdom of this course now became evident； for the wily savages could not crawl near enough to send their fiery arrows on the roof of the block…house。 This attempt failing； the Indians drew back to hatch up some other plot to burn the Fort。
〃Look！〃 suddenly exclaimed Jonathan。
Far down the road； perhaps five hundred yards from the Fort； a point of light had appeared。 At first it was still； and then it took an odd jerky motion； to this side and to that； up and down like a jack…o…lantern。
〃What the hell？〃 muttered Col。 Zane； sorely puzzled。 〃Jack； by all that's strange it's getting bigger。〃
Sure enough the spark of fire； or whatever it was； grew larger and larger。 Col。 Zane thought it might be a light carried by a man on horseback。 But if this were true where was the clatter of the horse's hoofs？ On that rocky blur no horse could run noiselessly。 It could not be a horse。 Fascinated and troubled by this new mystery which seemed to presage evil to them the watchers waited with that patience known only to those accustomed to danger。 They knew that whatever it was； it was some satanic stratagem of the savages； and that it would come all too soon。
The light was now zigzagging back and forth across the road； and approaching the Fort with marvelous rapidity。 Now its motion was like the wide swinging of a lighted lantern on a dark night。 A moment more of breathless suspense and the lithe form of an Indian brave could be seen behind the light。 He was running with almost incredible swiftness down the road in the direction of the Fort。 Passing at full speed within seventy…five yards of the stockade…fence the Indian shot his arrow。 Like a fiery serpent flying through the air the missile sped onward in its graceful flight； going clear over the block…house； and striking with a spiteful thud the roof of one of the cabins beyond。 Unhurt by the volley that was fired at him； the daring brave passed swiftly out of sight。
Deeds like this were dear to the hearts of the savages。 They were deeds which made a warrior of a brave； and for which honor any Indian would risk his life over and over again。 The exultant yells which greeted this performance proclaimed its success。
The breeze had already fanned the smouldering arrow into a blaze and the dry roof of the cabin had caught fire and was burning fiercely。
〃That infernal redskin is going to do that again；〃 ejaculated Jonathan。
It was indeed true。 That same small bright light could be seen coming down the road gathering headway with every second。 No doubt the same Indian； emboldened by his success； and maddened with that thirst for glory so often fatal to his kind； was again making the effort to fire the block…house。
The eyes of Col。 Zane and his companions were fastened on the light as it came nearer and nearer with its changing motion。 The burning cabin brightened the square before the Fort。 The slender； shadowy figure of the Indian could be plainly seen emerging from the gloom。 So swiftly did he run that he seemed to have wings。 Now he was in the full glare of the light。 What a magnificent nerve； what a terrible assurance there was in his action！ It seemed to paralyze all。 The red arrow emitted a shower of sparks as it was discharged。 This time it winged its way straight and true and imbedded itself in the roof of the block…house。
Almost at the same instant a solitary rifle shot rang out and the daring warrior plunged headlong； sliding face downward in the dust of the road； while from the Fort came that demoniac yell now grown so familiar。
〃Wetzel's compliments；〃 muttered Jonathan。 〃But the mischief is done。 Look at that damned burning arrow。 If it doesn't blow out the Fort will go。〃
The arrow was visible； but it seemed a mere spark。 It alternately paled and glowed。 One moment it almost went out； and the next it gleamed brightly。 To the men； compelled to look on and powerless to prevent the burning of the now apparently doomed block…house； that spark was like the eye of Hell。
〃Ho； the Fort；〃 yelled Col。 Zane with all the power of hit strong lungs。 〃Ho； Silas； the roof is on fire！〃
Pandemonium had now broken out among the Indians。 They could be plainly seen in the red glare thrown by the burning cabin。 It had been a very dry season； the rough shingles were like tinder； and the inflammable material burst quickly into great flames； lighting up the valley as far as the edge of the forest。 It was an awe…inspiring and a horrible spectacle。 Columns of yellow and black smoke rolled heavenward； every object seemed dyed a deep crimson； the trees assumed fantastic shapes； the river veiled itself under a red glow。 Above the roaring and crackling of the flames rose the inhuman yelling of the savages。 Like demons of the inferno they ran to and fro； their naked painted bodies shining in the glare。 One group of savages formed a circle and danced hands…around a stump as gayly as a band of school…girls at a May party。 They wrestled with and hugged one another； they hopped； skipped and jumped； and in every possible war manifested their fiendish joy。
The British took no part in this revelry。 To their credit it must be said they kept in the background as though ashamed of this horrible fire…war on people of their own blood。
〃Why don't they fire the cannon？〃 impatiently said Col。 Zane。 〃Why don't they do something？〃
〃Perhaps it is disabled； or maybe they are short of ammunition；〃 suggested Jonathan。
〃The block…house will burn down before our eyes。 Look！ The hell…hounds have set fire to the fence。 I see men running and throwing water。〃
〃I see something on the roof of the block…house；〃 crier Jonathan。 〃There； down towards the east end of the roof and in the shadow of the chimney。 And as I'm a living sinner it's a man crawling towards that blazing arrow。 The Indians have not discovered him yet。 He is still in the shadow。 But they'll see him。 God！ What a nervy thing to do in the face of all those redskins。 It is almost certain death。！〃
〃Yes； and they see him；〃 said the Colonel。
With shrill yells the Indians bounded forward and aimed and fired their rifles at the crouching figure of the man。 Some hid behind the logs they had rolled toward the Fort； others boldly faced the steady fire now pouring from the portholes。 The savages saw in the movement of that man an attempt to defeat their long…cherished hope of burning the Fort。 Seeing he was discovered； the man did not hesitate； nor did he lose a second。 Swiftly he jumped and ran toward the end of the roof where the burning arrow； now surrounded by blazing shingles； was sticking in the roof。 How he ever ran along that slanting roof and with a pail in his hand was incomprehensible。 In moments like that men become superhuman。 It all happened in an instant。 He reached the arrow； kicked it over the wall； and then dashed the bucket of water on the blazing shingles。 In that single instant； wherein his tall form was outlined against the bright light behind him； he presented the fairest kind of a mark for the Indians。 Scores of rifles were levelled and discharged at him。 The bullets pattered like hail on the roof of the block…house； but apparently none found their mark； for the man ran back and disappeared。
〃It was Clarke！〃 exclaimed Col。 Zane。 〃No one but Clarke has such light hair。 Wasn't that a plucky thing？〃
〃It has saved the block…house for to…night；〃 answered Jonathan。 〃See； the Indians are falling back。 They can't stand in the face of that shooting。 Hurrah！ Look at them fall！ It could not have happened better。 The light from the cabin will prevent any more close attacks for an hour and daylight is near。〃
CHAPTER XIV。
The sun rose red。 Its ruddy rays peeped over the eastern hills； kissed the tree…tops； glinted along the stony bluffs； and chased away the gloom of night from the valley。 Its warm gleams penetrated the portholes o
