Annette - The Metis Spy - Page 42/90

Beyond was a bluff of poplar and white oak, and as the riders passed

round it, the gleam of a camp-fire about a quarter of a mile distant

shone through the trees.

"Hist; here they are. We shall go behind this clump and pitch our

tent; then we can see how affairs stand."

The horses were corralled, the tent pitched, a fire lighted; and

Julie was busy breaking branches for pillows. Annette prepared the

supper.

"What is your next step, my ingenious hero mistress?"

"To steal up near the camp-fire and see to which party it belongs;

or whether the worst has happened." Her fingers trembled a little as

she ate; but her heart was as brave as a lion's.

"Take your pistol, Julie, and let us go." The night was pitchy dark,

although the fog had rolled away; for the moon had not yet risen, and

no light came from the few feeble stars that were out. Over swamp and

tangle, across bare marsh, and through dense wood they went, lightly

as a pair of fawns, till the warm, ruddy glare of the strange camp-fire

shone on their faces.

"Lie you here," whispered Annette, "while I go forward." She was not

absent many minutes, but when she returned her cheeks were pale and

her voice quivered a little. "As I expected. Captain Stephens and his

two companions are prisoners. He is lying upon the ground without any

cover over him, and his hands are bound behind his back. I see only

one other, and he is wounded;--the other must have been killed."

"But there is no use in waiting here to-night. The band is divided

into watches; and one division has lain down to sleep. From some

words that I heard one of the braves say I judge that they will carry

the prisoners to Beaver Mountain, where there is a Cree stronghold.

Here they will be held to abide the will of le chef. The march will

last at least three days. But as they advance they will grow less

cautious; then we may be able to accomplish something. Come, let us

get back to our tent."

Stretching themselves upon the fresh, fragrant boughs, they drew the

rug over their two sweet, tired bodies, and fell into a restoring

sleep.