One less habitually under self-restraint than this war-rior would probably have now aimed his meditated blow;but Chingachgook knew there were more Iroquois behind him on the rift, and he was a warrior much too trained and experienced to risk anything unnecessarily.He suf-fered the Indian at the bow of the canoe to push off into the deep water, and then all three were swimming in the direction of the eastern shore.Instead, however, of help-ing the canoe across the swift current, no sooner did the Delaware and Jasper find themselves within the influence of its greatest force than both began to swim in a way to check their farther progress across the stream.Nor was this done suddenly, or in the incautious manner in which a civilized man would have been apt to attempt the artifice, but warily, and so gradually that the Iroquois at the bow fancied at first he was merely struggling against the strength of the current.Of course, while acted on by these opposing efforts, the canoe drifted down stream, and in about a minute it was floating in still deeper water at the foot of the rift.Here, however, the Iroquois was not slow in finding that something unusual retarded their ad-vance, and, looking back; he first learned that he was re-sisted by the efforts of his companions.
That second nature which grows up through habit in-stantly told the young Iroquois that he was alone with enemies.Dashing the water aside, he sprang at the throat of Chingachgook, and the two Indians, relinquishing their hold of the canoe, seized each other like tigers.In the midst of the darkness of that gloomy night, and floating in an element so dangerous to man when engaged in deadly strife, they appeared to forget everything but their fell animosity and their mutual desire to conquer.
Jasper had now complete command of the canoe, which flew off like a feather impelled by the breath under the vio-lent reaction of the struggles of the two combatants.The first impulse of the youth was to swim to the aid of the Delaware, but the importance of securing the boat presented itself with tenfold force, while he listened to the heavy breathings of the warriors as they throttled each other, and he proceeded as fast as possible towards the western shore.This he soon reached; and after a short search he succeeded in discovering the remainder of the party and in procuring his clothes.A few words sufficed to explain the situation in which he had left the Delaware and the manner in which the canoe had been obtained.
When those who had been left behind had heard the explanations of Jasper, a profound stillness reigned among them, each listening intently in the vain hope of catching some clue to the result of the fearful struggle that had just taken place, if it were not still going on in the water.
Nothing was audible beyond the steady roar of the rush-ing river; it being a part of the policy of their enemies on the opposite shore to observe the most deathlike stillness.
"Take this paddle, Jasper," said Pathfinder calmly, though the listeners thought his voice sounded more mel-ancholy than usual, "and follow with your own canoe.It is unsafe for us to remain here longer.""But the Serpent?"
"The Great Sarpent is in the hands of his own Deity, and will live or die, according to the intentions of Provi-dence.We can do him no good, and may risk too much by remaining here in idleness, like women talking over their distresses.This darkness is very precious."A loud, long, piercing yell came from the shore, and cut short the words of the guide.
"What is the meaning of that uproar, Master Path-finder?" demanded Cap."It sounds more like the out-cries of devils than anything that can come from the throats of Christians and men.""Christians they are not, and do not pretend to be, and do not wish to be; and in calling them devils you have scarcely misnamed them.That yell is one of rejoicing, and it is as conquerors they have given it.The body of tbe Sarpent, no doubt, dead or alive, is in their power.
"And we!" exclaimed Jasper, who felt a pang of gen-erous regret, as the idea that he might have averted the calamity presented itself to his mind, had he not deserted his comrade.
"We can do the chief no good, lad, and must quit this spot as fast as possible.""Without one attempt to rescue him? -- without even knowing whether he be dead or living?""Jasper is right," said Mabel, who could speak, though her voice sounded huskily and smothered; "I have no fears, uncle, and will stay here until we know what has become of our friend.""This seems reasonable, Pathfinder," put in Cap."Your true seaman cannot well desert a messmate; and I am glad to find that motives so correct exist among those fresh-water people.""Tut! tut!" returned the impatient guide, forcing the canoe into the stream as he spoke; "ye know nothing and ye fear nothing.If ye value your lives, think of reaching the garrison, and leave the Delaware in the hands of Providence.Ah's me! the deer that goes too often to the lick meets the hunter at last!"
