As he expected, she recoiled6 shocked by the proposal to leave her father; but love is eloquent7, and he won by convincing her that the separation would be only temporary. Her father would be quick to see the great wrong his course would inflict8 upon his child, and he would not only consent to the union, but would follow and make his home with them. It was this implicit9 264 belief which made her the companion of Lieutenant Russell in the flight from the mountain settlement.
The project having been carefully planned and arranged, the preparations were more complete than those of their pursuers. They took sufficient extra clothing in the form of wraps and blankets, and enough food to last for several days. They were well mounted and had the companionship of the huge dog Timon, with his almost human intelligence.
The lieutenant’s memory of places was good, and, having a number of hours of daylight at command, he escaped the mistake of his pursuers. The turn from Dead Man’s Gulch10 was made at the right point, and they were miles on their way before their flight was discovered by Captain Dawson and his friends.
Both of the fugitives11 did not doubt they would be pursued. They knew the consuming anger that would take possession of her father, who would probably collect several companions and start after them with furious haste. He would take frightful12 vengeance13 upon the man that had dared to steal his daughter. Everything, therefore, must be done to keep beyond his reach until his wrath14 had time to cool. The intention was to make Sacramento ahead of him. At that city, the lieutenant would seek out his future father-in-law and plead his cause.
When night closed around them, they had penetrated15 265 to a distance of perhaps fifteen miles in the Sierras. It was at sunset that they passed a spot, where horses and riders, the latter on foot, had to pick their way with extreme care, while even Timon, who clung faithfully to them, showed timidity, though he had been over the place before. The sagacious brute16 knew that a mis-step on his part meant death. The passage, however, was made without mishap17, and Russell, as he helped his companion into the saddle, assured her that nothing so trying to the nerves was to be expected during the rest of the journey.
There was no fear of pursuit until after nightfall, but Russell frequently pointed18 his glass backward and scanned the trail over his whole field of vision. When the gathering19 darkness shut out everything, he had seen nothing of enemies, either white or red. He could not forget that on his previous journey, he and the captain had desperate fighting with the Indians and the same peril20 still impended21.
Nellie was eager to cover all the ground possible, while the opportunity was theirs, and the flight was pushed longer than Russell would have advised. Finally, he insisted they should stop and rest themselves and horses for the remainder of the night. The halting place was selected with much care. The animals were turned loose, where the grass was growing and a small stream wound its way toward a larger one. Then the 266 two, accompanied by Timon, pushed in among the rocks to where the final halt was made.
They were in profound darkness. The lieutenant decided22 to start a fire, and, with much difficulty, gathered a sufficiency of dried branches. They were fortunate enough to find a partial cavern23, so open in front that it would have given slight shelter in the event of a storm. When the blaze threw out its cheerful light, it served to dissipate the gloom which in spite of themselves had oppressed them with the coming of night.
They partook of food and the lieutenant’s spirits rose, for he saw nothing to prevent the full success of the dream which had inspired and thrilled him so long. His buoyancy was infectious, and he brought a smile to the beauteous countenance24 by his merry sallies, and his picture of the happy future that was close at hand.
“Your father will be angry at first,” he said; “it would be strange if he were not, but he loves you and I think has a pretty fair opinion of me. When he gains time to think over the matter, he will admit the wisdom of what we have done and we shall receive his blessing25.”
It was this assurance, more than all else, that served to lift the gloom from her. Deep as was her love for the one at her side, it would not have sufficed to draw her from her adored parent, had she believed that his resentment26 against her would last. As it was, she 267 grieved that even for a brief time, as she thought would be the case, he should hold harsh feelings toward her.
No chivalrous27 knight28 of the Crusades could have been more scrupulously29 considerate of lady intrusted to his charge than Lieutenant Russell. He would have died before offending Nellie Dawson by act, word or presumptuous30 thought. When, as the night advanced, the bright eyes began to grow drowsy31, he arranged a couch for her, saw that she was well provided with blankets and then turned to the immense dog, who had never left them and who looked as if he understood everything.
“Now, Timon, you are to stay right here,” he said, bending over and impressively shaking his finger at the animal; “you are not to venture a dozen feet from your mistress without permission. Do you understand?”
A whine32 and wagging of the tail left no doubt that the wishes of his late master were clear to him.
“You have your gun at your side,” he added, turning to Nellie; “I do not think you will have any call to use it. We have not met any Indians and your father cannot overtake us before morning. Timon will be sure to give you warning of the approach of danger, and, if your gun goes off, I shall be here in a twinkling.”
He bade her good night and departed. Enough wood had been flung on the fire to keep it going for an hour 268 or two, but long before it sank to ashes, the girl had drifted into dreamland.
The lieutenant carefully selected his own sleeping quarters. He finally fixed upon a large flat boulder33, at the rear of the cavern occupied by Timon and his charge; but, although beyond sight, he was near enough to reach the spot on the instant needed. Spreading out his blanket, he lay down upon it.
“This recalls the old days in Virginia, when mud a foot deep, with the rain dashing in our faces, was what we had for weeks at a time. This couch doesn’t equal a feather bed, but it will answer.”
The night passed without incident and it was hardly light when the young officer was astir. He visited the horses and found them cropping the grass, but he waited until Timon came to him before calling upon Nellie. She, too, had been awake for some time and they partook of their morning meal with rugged34 appetites.
She was so eager to hurry on that he lost no time in taking the road again. Neither could doubt that their pursuers were on their trail, and, with the aid of his small glass, he carefully studied the country behind them. It was not long before he made the discovery he dreaded35: four horsemen were following their footprints, and beyond them were the five Indians picking their way along the ledge36 in the opposite direction.
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The lieutenant passed the glass to his companion who scrutinized37 the party with the keenest interest.
“They must have traveled all night,” remarked her escort, while she still peered through the instrument.
“That shows how dreadfully angry father is; I hope it will not last.”
“Can you make out the members of the party?”
She studied them a minute or two more before answering:
“I think that is father who is close to the man on a mule38.”
“The one on a mule must be Vose Adams, for he is more accustomed to that sort of animal. I am sorry he is with the party.”
“Why?” asked Nellie, lowering the glass and looking at him.
“He is so familiar with the trail, that it will be hard work to outwit him; he isn’t the man to make mistakes. Did you recognize the others?”
“I cannot be sure, but I suspect they are Mr. Ruggles and Mr. Brush.”
“I have no doubt you are right,––not because I was able to identify them, but because the two are partners and your father would naturally go to them first. I do not think any one of the four has a glass, so, despite their sharp eyes, we have a big advantage in that respect.”
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“But they know the route better than we, and we are losing time.”
The course of the trail took them out of the field of vision of their pursuers. It was at the suggestion of Russell that the two turned aside from the cañon into the
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