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"There" said the Antiquary to Sir Arthur "we won't dispute but there you see the gratitude of the poor people naturally turns to the civil virtues of your family. You don't hear them talk of Redhand, or Hell-in-Harness. For me, I must say, Odi accipitrem qui semper vivit in armis so let us eat and drink in peace, and be joyful, Sir Knight."
Of all the party old Redhand alone stood still, with his bald head glistening in the last rays of the sinking sun, and his kindly face wrinkled all over with a sympathetic smile. He knew well that the young widow would soon recover, with or without the aid of water; so he smoked his pipe complacently, leaned against the doorpost, and looked on. He was right.
Redhand did not give these polite messages to the Indian, but on returning to him he presented him with a piece of tobacco, and advised him to continue his journey without loss of time, as the buffaloes were travelling south and might be out of the way when they reached the prairie. Whether the Indians felt angry or not it is impossible to say.
You know, as well as I do, that he wos called Redhand by the Injuns in consekence o' the lot o' grislies he's killed in his day; but nobody never could git at his real name. P'r'aps it's not worth gittin' at. Now, them four 'll be startin' in a week or two for the mountains, an' wot's to hinder us a-jinin' of them?"
Big Waller was going to have "calculated," according to custom; but sleepiness overpowered him at the moment, and he terminated the word with a yawn of such ferocity that it drew from Redhand a remark of doubt as to whether his jaws could stand such treatment long.
The red warriors, forty in number, were seated in a circle round their watch-fire smoking their tomahawks in moody silence. To the eye of Bertram they all seemed to be lost in dreamy reverie, but Redhand observed, with a feeling of anxiety, that he who seemed to be their chief sat in that peculiar attitude which indicates intense attention.
"Now, lad, get in," said Redhand, whose usually quiet eye appeared to gleam at the near prospect of a combat with the fierce and much-dreaded monster of the Far West. "All right, mes garcons," replied Gibault; "hand me mine gun; I vill valk on the bank, an' see vich vay hims go so, adieu!" With a powerful push, he sent the light craft into the stream, and, turning on his heel, entered the woods.
"Ah! we not have need him," interrupted Gibault, wiping the perspiration from his forehead, "de Wild Man of de West hims come, an' oh! you should see what hims have bin do!" "The Wild Man again!" exclaimed March in dismay "an' me absent!" Gibault nodded and laughed. At that moment an exclamation from Redhand attracted the attention of the whole party.
Ye know Beaver Creek? `Yes, says I, `every fut of it. `Well, then, says he, `there's a spot there with three mounds on the right side o' the Creek and a tall poplar in front of 'em. `I know it, says I. `Well, w'en I last come from that part, says he, `I made a cache at the foot o' that poplar, an' put one or two things in, which it 'ud be a pity to lose so I give 'em to you, Redhand.
What, I asked in my own mind, can cause this obsequiousness on the part of Miss Toady; has Briefless got a county court, or has his wife had a fortune left her? Miss Toady explained presently, with that simplicity which distinguishes all her conduct. "You know," she said, "Mrs Briefless is granddaughter of Sir John Redhand, who is so ill at Cheltenham that he can't last six months. Mrs.
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