Meanwhile, Fred Godfrey was making the most of his opportunities, and the grass did not grow under his feet.
The distance passed over by himself and friends was so slight, that he was back beneath the within a couple of minutes after bidding them such a hasty good-bye.
No one could have been more alive to the situation than he, who halted directly under the place that had sheltered him and his friends for a brief while, and looked and listened.
"Can it be that they really know nothing of our flight?" he asked himself. "It seems impossible that, after following us and guarding the approaches so closely, such can be the truth."
So it appeared, indeed, and Fred was not without a of that Jake Golcher and his Indians were playing a game, in which they were sure to win.
But it was too late to speculate now, and pausing only a moment, he leaped forward, caught the end of the vine and climbed it hand over hand. His activity and strength enabled him to like a sailor, and a moment later he stood within the cavern that he had left but a short time before.
Nothing was to be gained there, and grasping the support he went on upward.
Such a method of is exhausting, and he was tired, when, at last, he stood on the level ground above.
As circumstances forbade the use of the vine by which he had come up, and by which he must again, he began hunting as best he could for another, which he speedily found. This was carefully cut and trimmed, and then he dropped it over the ravine, and in the stillness he plainly heard the as it struck the bottom.
While thus engaged, the rifle was fired from the rocks across the , Fred seeing the flash, so that he knew the point it came from. At first he was sure he was the target, but concluded that such was not the case.
Filled with , he crept a few steps in the direction of the head of the path that came up from below, and listened. He was afraid to go any closer, but he was as certain as if he saw them, that several of the Indians were clustered there, awaiting the occurrence of some expected event.
"There's some mystery in this business that I fail to grasp," added Fred, as he caught the sound of guns and the faint of the Indians and Tories on the other side the river. "It is possible that most of them have , to linger when there are so many victims awaiting them in other places, but I can hardly believe it, since Jake Golcher leads them."
Moved by an anxiety that forbade him to keep still, he once more swung himself from the rocks, supported by the thick, strong vine that had served them all so well, and it required only a brief time to reach the bottom.
Everything, so far as he could judge, was in proper form, and he hastened up the ravine, rejoining his friends, who naturally were in a fever of anxiety over what seemed his prolonged absence.
"Now that you have got the vine," said his father, "I have been puzzling myself ever since you left, to understand how you are going to use it."
"It doubtless strikes you as absurd as the idea of using the one by which I had to climb up the rocks and come down again, but I am hopeful there is a way."
"I shall be glad to learn it."
"But that shot—who fired it?"
"One of the Indians, I presume."
"Was it not aimed at you?"
"I think not; but, if it was, you see it missed me, so it is a question to which we need give no thought."
All drew a breath of relief when Fred made known that no trouble had been experienced from the red men, who were believed to be in the vicinity of the upper end of the path.
The now explained that his plan was to mount the shoulders of Habakkuk McEwen, and thus reach a on the rocks, by the help of which he hoped to a still higher point, or rather shelf, from which it would be an easy matter to climb to the level ground above, and push their way toward the distant Delaware River.
The was too difficult for the rest of the party to accomplish, which explains why the grape-vine became so necessary. With the aid of that, and with Fred above, there was reason to hope that the ascent would be made with little trouble.
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