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To the so-called haunted post went Flat Nose, where he joined half a dozen of his followers of the Wanderers. "What has become of our white brothers, Bevoir and Valette?" he asked of a fellow warrior, in his native tongue. "They have gone away, but will be back before the sun is down," was the answer. "Why does Flat Nose ask the question?" "I bring news of importance.
By skillful questioning Pontiac managed to learn a great deal of what was in Bevoir's mind, and he saw at once that the Frenchman was indeed an enemy to the young pioneer. Then Valette began to talk, saying Morris should never cross the path of the Indians again, once he and Bevoir got their hands upon him. "Pontiac wishes him to live," said the chief shrewdly. "He shall not die," said Bevoir.
The Wyandots say there was some mistake made about Dave, and they are going to bring in, next spring, the goods they got away from Bevoir, and which were stolen from the pack-train." "I trust they keep their word," answered James Morris. "But I reckon that fifty pounds is gone for good." "I think they will keep their word," said Sanderson, who knew many of the Wyandots well.
But the Wanderers had moved and Bevoir had likewise disappeared, and the trail was lost at the river bank. "I suppose I can say good-by to both money and goods," said James Morris soberly. "I declare, it's too bad!" "I'll try to make it right with ye about the money," said Barringford. "No, Sam, I don't want you to do that.
"But we shall take care that he comes not to this neighborhood again." Pontiac said he would think it over. He felt certain that Bevoir and Valette were up to some foul deed, and was half inclined to send them from the village. "While Pontiac thinks it over can I speak to the prisoner?" asked Jean Bevoir.
But after that Jean Bevoir made me a prisoner he and Flat Nose thinking I was going to tell upon them. I was a prisoner until yesterday, when I managed to get away, taking this gun with me. For twenty-four hours I have tasted nothing but one little bird, and I am half starved." "You say you want to see my father," went on Dave after a pause. "May I ask what you wish of him?"
He will do anything to save his son his only child." "You mean that you will make him promise not to prosecute us?" "Yes, and more, perhaps." "What more?" Jean Bevoir closed one eye suggestively. "Leave that to me, Jacques. The plan is not yet clear in my mind. But one thing is certain: James Morris will do anything to save his son from harm."
"And from our path, too, Joseph," Mrs. Morris had put in quickly. Jean Bevoir had been a rascally French trader who owned a trading-post but a few miles from that established by James Morris on the Kinotah. Bevoir had claimed the Morris post for his own, and had aided the Indians in an attack which had all but ruined the buildings.
But Dave struck out with the hunting knife, and the Indian fell back with a wound in his shoulder. Before he could recover, the young pioneer was running off as swiftly as his hurt knee would permit. In a moment more Dave heard, not only Flat Nose, but also several others in pursuit. A call reached him in the voice of Jean Bevoir, but to this he paid no attention.
What had been taken away was removed under the directions of Bevoir and taken to an Indian village "many miles away," as he expressed it. He said the red men were about a hundred and fifty strong, and had made Sam Barringford a prisoner. Of course he knew nothing of the visit of Dave, Jadwin, and Sanderson to the place, nor did James Morris enlighten him.
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