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to escape. Why compel us to bind you? Give me your word of honour that you will not try, and your limbs may then remain as free as mine."
"I give you my word of honour," answered Dan, with a sardonic smile, "that till after breakfast to-morrow I will not try, for I need rest and food; but after that, I give you my word that I will never cease to try."
With this promise the guide was fain to rest content, and that night Dan and his friend were allowed to sleep untethered, which they did soundly.
Next morning they were roused in gentler tones than usual, and not required to work--as had been the case hitherto--before breakfast. In short, there was an evident change in the feelings of their captors towards them, founded largely, no doubt, on admiration of Dan's reckless courage; but that did not induce them in the least degree to relax their vigilance, for the moment the hour of truce had passed, the chief advanced towards Dan with the thongs to bind him.
For one moment Dan felt an impulse to knock the man down, and then fight the whole party until death should end the matter; but the good-humoured look on his jailer's face, the fact that the man had saved his life the day before, and the certainty of defeat with such odds against him, induced him to quell the evil spirit and to hold out his hands.
"Pardon, Monsieur," said the chief, with the politeness of a French half-breed. "I am sorry you refuse to give me your parole. I would rather see you like the rest of us; but my orders are strict, and I must obey."
Before Dan could reply, a sound struck on their ears, which caused the whole party to listen, immovable and in perfect silence.
It was the wild, plaintive, beautiful song of the voyageur which had floated to them on the morning air, softened by distance to a mere echo of sweet sound. After listening intently for a few moments, the guide said gently: "Voyageurs."
Again they listened to the familiar sound, which increased in volume and strength as it approached, proving that the voyageurs were descending the river towards them. As yet nothing could be seen, for a thickly-wooded point intervened. Presently the song burst on them in full resonant chorus; at the same moment two large north-canoes--in all the brilliancy of orange-coloured bark, painted bows and sterns, red-bladed paddles, with crews of scarlet-capped or bare-headed men swept round the point with quick stroke, in time to the rapid measure.
A cheer was the irrepressible impulse of the men on shore, causing the newcomers to stop and listen.
"Perhaps," said Dan, "they may be your foes of the Hudson's Bay Company."
"That may be so," returned the Nor'-west Chief, gravely.
The unfurling of an "H.B.C." (Hudson's Bay Company) flag proved that it was so, to a certainty, and the depressed Nor'-westers did not cheer again; but the H B C men came on, paddling with wild vigour and cheering hilariously.
"They seem in great spirits," growled the Nor'-west leader. "We are almost as strong as they, boys, and have the advantage of woods and cliffs. Shall we fight and keep our prisoners?"
"What is that white thing in the bow of the first canoe?" said one of the men.
"It looks like a flag," said another.
"If so, it is a flag of truce," observed Dan. "They have something to say, and do not want to fight."
"That may be trite, but we won't let _you_ be at the conference," returned the leader, sternly. "Come, four of you, lead them out of earshot. Take your guns, and use them if need be."
Four powerful fellows at once obeyed the order, and led the prisoners, who had been once more bound, into the woods. Once again Dan was tempted to offer fierce resistance, but he knew that the Hudson's Bay men were yet too far off to be able to hear shouts--at least to understand the meaning of them--and that it would be useless to resist such a guard. He therefore submitted to be led a mile or so into the woods, and finally was permitted to sit down with La Certe under a tree to await the result of the conference.
They had not to wait long. In less than half-an-hour one of the younger among the Nor'-westers came bounding towards them, waving his cap and shouting.
"You are free, Messieurs--free!" he cried, seizing both prisoners by the hands. "We are no longer enemies!"
"Free! What do you mean?" demanded Dan, who fancied that the young man must have gone mad.
"The companies have joined!" he cried, excitedly. "They are one! We are all friends now; but come and see and hear for yourself."
Filled with wonder, and some small degree of hope, Dan and La Certe followed the young man, accompanied by their guards, who were not less mystified than themselves. Arrived at their camping-place, they found that the canoes had brought a Chief Trader--or officer of the Hudson's Bay Company--who was conveying to Red River, and the interior of Rupert's Land generally, the good news of a momentous historical event, namely, the union of the two companies.
The important event here referred to, namely, the coalition between the two great rival companies, which took place in 1821, was the death-blow to party strife over the whole of Rupert's Land, and also inaugurated the dawn of lasting prosperity in the Red River Colony.
"Cut their bonds," said the Chief Trader, as the prisoners approached.
No touch of the surgeon's knife ever effected a cure more speedily.
"I congratulate you, young sir," said the Trader, grasping Dan's hand: "you are now free, for I understand that your loss of liberty had nothing to do with crime, and the rival companies are no longer opponents; they are friends. Indeed, we have been married, so to speak, and are now one. I am on my way to Red River with the good news."
"When do you start?" asked Dan, abruptly.
"Well, if you mean from this spot," answered the Trader, somewhat surprised as well as amused at the eagerness of the question, "I start at once. Indeed, I would not have landed here had I not seen your party. You appear to be anxious. Why do you ask?"
"Because it is of the utmost importance to me that I should be in Red River on a certain date, and I fear that that is all but impossible now."
Dan then explained, as briefly as possible, his circumstances. Fortunately, the Trader was a sympathetic man. He ordered his crews to embark at once and bade the two captives take a brief, if not an affectionate, farewell of their late captors.
"I cannot promise you to push on," he said, "at a rate which will satisfy you--or even accomplish the end you have in view--but I will do the best I can, without overworking my men. I fear, however, that you will have to make up your mind to a delayed wedding!"
"If you will only do your best for a day or two," said Dan, "until we reach the mouth of this river, that will do, for there my own hunting canoe was left; and, once in that, La Certe and I can go ahead and tell them you are coming."
"Nay, that would be requiting me ill--returning evil for good--to take the wind out of my sails and make my news stale," returned the Trader, with a good-natured laugh.
"True, I did not think of that," said Dan. "Then we will say not a word about it until you arrive."
"Yes, we will be dumb," added La Certe. "Even Slowfoot shall fail to drag it out of me!"
And thus it was arranged. The (late) Nor'-westers continued their voyage to Canada, and the Hudson's Bay men resumed their descent of the Winnipeg River.
Arrived at the great lake, the anxious pair did not wait even to rest, but at once embarked in their little hunting canoe.
"I'm sorry you are such an unpresentable bridegroom," said the Trader, when they were about to separate. He referred to the cuts and bruises with which poor Dan's countenance was temporarily disfigured.
"Never mind," returned our hero, with a laugh, "wait till you see the bride; she will more than make up for the shortcomings of the groom. Adieu!--_au revoir_!" They pushed off, and now began a race against time, which, in the matters at least of perseverance, persistency, hard labour, and determination, beat all the records of bicyclists and horsemen from the beginning of time. Cyclists have frequent down-hills to help and rest them; Dan and his friend had no such aids. It was all either dead level or upstream. Dick Turpin and the rider to Ghent, (we forget his name), only killed their horses. Dan and Francois nearly killed themselves--not only with hard work and no rest, but with profound anxiety, for the wedding hour was rapidly approaching and they were still far from home!
While these events were transpiring in the wilderness, things were going smoothly enough in the Colony.
"I will be thinkin'," said old Duncan McKay, one fine evening as he sat in his invalid chair, beside Duncan junior, who was woefully reduced and careworn, despite the attentions of the sympathetic Jessie Davidson, who was seated near him on a rustic seat beside Elspie--
"I will be thinkin' that Tan an' La Certe are stoppin' longer away than iss altogither seemly. Tan should have been here two or three days before the weddin'."
"He will likely be time enough for his own weddin'--whatever," remarked Duncan junior. "Don't you think so, Miss Jessie?"
"I think it likely," answered the girl with a smile.
"He is _sure_ to be in time," said Elspie, with emphasis.
"We niver can be sure of anything in this world, my tear," remarked old Duncan, becoming oracular in tone. "How do you know he iss so sure?"
"Because Dan never breaks his word," returned Elspie, with an air of decision that would have gratified Dan immensely had he been there to see it.
"Fery true, my tear," rejoined the Highlander, "but there are many other things that interfere with one's word besides the will. He might tie, you know, or be trowned, or his gun might burst and render him helpless for life, if it did not kill him altogither. It iss an uncertain world at the best--whatever."
Archie Sinclair, who joined them--with his brother, Little Bill, by his side, not on his back--was of the same opinion as Elspie, but Billie shook his head, looked anxious, and said nothing--for he felt that his friend was running things much too close.
At a later hour that same evening, the other members of the two families--who dropped in to make inquiries--began to express anxiety, and Okematan, who called just to see how things were getting on, shook his head and looked owlish. Old Peg said nothing, but she evidently thought much, to judge from the deepening wrinkles on her forehead.
As for Fred Jenkins, he was too much taken up with Elise Morel to think much about anything, but even he at last grew anxious, and when the wedding morning finally dawned, and no Dan made his appearance, something
"I give you my word of honour," answered Dan, with a sardonic smile, "that till after breakfast to-morrow I will not try, for I need rest and food; but after that, I give you my word that I will never cease to try."
With this promise the guide was fain to rest content, and that night Dan and his friend were allowed to sleep untethered, which they did soundly.
Next morning they were roused in gentler tones than usual, and not required to work--as had been the case hitherto--before breakfast. In short, there was an evident change in the feelings of their captors towards them, founded largely, no doubt, on admiration of Dan's reckless courage; but that did not induce them in the least degree to relax their vigilance, for the moment the hour of truce had passed, the chief advanced towards Dan with the thongs to bind him.
For one moment Dan felt an impulse to knock the man down, and then fight the whole party until death should end the matter; but the good-humoured look on his jailer's face, the fact that the man had saved his life the day before, and the certainty of defeat with such odds against him, induced him to quell the evil spirit and to hold out his hands.
"Pardon, Monsieur," said the chief, with the politeness of a French half-breed. "I am sorry you refuse to give me your parole. I would rather see you like the rest of us; but my orders are strict, and I must obey."
Before Dan could reply, a sound struck on their ears, which caused the whole party to listen, immovable and in perfect silence.
It was the wild, plaintive, beautiful song of the voyageur which had floated to them on the morning air, softened by distance to a mere echo of sweet sound. After listening intently for a few moments, the guide said gently: "Voyageurs."
Again they listened to the familiar sound, which increased in volume and strength as it approached, proving that the voyageurs were descending the river towards them. As yet nothing could be seen, for a thickly-wooded point intervened. Presently the song burst on them in full resonant chorus; at the same moment two large north-canoes--in all the brilliancy of orange-coloured bark, painted bows and sterns, red-bladed paddles, with crews of scarlet-capped or bare-headed men swept round the point with quick stroke, in time to the rapid measure.
A cheer was the irrepressible impulse of the men on shore, causing the newcomers to stop and listen.
"Perhaps," said Dan, "they may be your foes of the Hudson's Bay Company."
"That may be so," returned the Nor'-west Chief, gravely.
The unfurling of an "H.B.C." (Hudson's Bay Company) flag proved that it was so, to a certainty, and the depressed Nor'-westers did not cheer again; but the H B C men came on, paddling with wild vigour and cheering hilariously.
"They seem in great spirits," growled the Nor'-west leader. "We are almost as strong as they, boys, and have the advantage of woods and cliffs. Shall we fight and keep our prisoners?"
"What is that white thing in the bow of the first canoe?" said one of the men.
"It looks like a flag," said another.
"If so, it is a flag of truce," observed Dan. "They have something to say, and do not want to fight."
"That may be trite, but we won't let _you_ be at the conference," returned the leader, sternly. "Come, four of you, lead them out of earshot. Take your guns, and use them if need be."
Four powerful fellows at once obeyed the order, and led the prisoners, who had been once more bound, into the woods. Once again Dan was tempted to offer fierce resistance, but he knew that the Hudson's Bay men were yet too far off to be able to hear shouts--at least to understand the meaning of them--and that it would be useless to resist such a guard. He therefore submitted to be led a mile or so into the woods, and finally was permitted to sit down with La Certe under a tree to await the result of the conference.
They had not to wait long. In less than half-an-hour one of the younger among the Nor'-westers came bounding towards them, waving his cap and shouting.
"You are free, Messieurs--free!" he cried, seizing both prisoners by the hands. "We are no longer enemies!"
"Free! What do you mean?" demanded Dan, who fancied that the young man must have gone mad.
"The companies have joined!" he cried, excitedly. "They are one! We are all friends now; but come and see and hear for yourself."
Filled with wonder, and some small degree of hope, Dan and La Certe followed the young man, accompanied by their guards, who were not less mystified than themselves. Arrived at their camping-place, they found that the canoes had brought a Chief Trader--or officer of the Hudson's Bay Company--who was conveying to Red River, and the interior of Rupert's Land generally, the good news of a momentous historical event, namely, the union of the two companies.
The important event here referred to, namely, the coalition between the two great rival companies, which took place in 1821, was the death-blow to party strife over the whole of Rupert's Land, and also inaugurated the dawn of lasting prosperity in the Red River Colony.
"Cut their bonds," said the Chief Trader, as the prisoners approached.
No touch of the surgeon's knife ever effected a cure more speedily.
"I congratulate you, young sir," said the Trader, grasping Dan's hand: "you are now free, for I understand that your loss of liberty had nothing to do with crime, and the rival companies are no longer opponents; they are friends. Indeed, we have been married, so to speak, and are now one. I am on my way to Red River with the good news."
"When do you start?" asked Dan, abruptly.
"Well, if you mean from this spot," answered the Trader, somewhat surprised as well as amused at the eagerness of the question, "I start at once. Indeed, I would not have landed here had I not seen your party. You appear to be anxious. Why do you ask?"
"Because it is of the utmost importance to me that I should be in Red River on a certain date, and I fear that that is all but impossible now."
Dan then explained, as briefly as possible, his circumstances. Fortunately, the Trader was a sympathetic man. He ordered his crews to embark at once and bade the two captives take a brief, if not an affectionate, farewell of their late captors.
"I cannot promise you to push on," he said, "at a rate which will satisfy you--or even accomplish the end you have in view--but I will do the best I can, without overworking my men. I fear, however, that you will have to make up your mind to a delayed wedding!"
"If you will only do your best for a day or two," said Dan, "until we reach the mouth of this river, that will do, for there my own hunting canoe was left; and, once in that, La Certe and I can go ahead and tell them you are coming."
"Nay, that would be requiting me ill--returning evil for good--to take the wind out of my sails and make my news stale," returned the Trader, with a good-natured laugh.
"True, I did not think of that," said Dan. "Then we will say not a word about it until you arrive."
"Yes, we will be dumb," added La Certe. "Even Slowfoot shall fail to drag it out of me!"
And thus it was arranged. The (late) Nor'-westers continued their voyage to Canada, and the Hudson's Bay men resumed their descent of the Winnipeg River.
Arrived at the great lake, the anxious pair did not wait even to rest, but at once embarked in their little hunting canoe.
"I'm sorry you are such an unpresentable bridegroom," said the Trader, when they were about to separate. He referred to the cuts and bruises with which poor Dan's countenance was temporarily disfigured.
"Never mind," returned our hero, with a laugh, "wait till you see the bride; she will more than make up for the shortcomings of the groom. Adieu!--_au revoir_!" They pushed off, and now began a race against time, which, in the matters at least of perseverance, persistency, hard labour, and determination, beat all the records of bicyclists and horsemen from the beginning of time. Cyclists have frequent down-hills to help and rest them; Dan and his friend had no such aids. It was all either dead level or upstream. Dick Turpin and the rider to Ghent, (we forget his name), only killed their horses. Dan and Francois nearly killed themselves--not only with hard work and no rest, but with profound anxiety, for the wedding hour was rapidly approaching and they were still far from home!
While these events were transpiring in the wilderness, things were going smoothly enough in the Colony.
"I will be thinkin'," said old Duncan McKay, one fine evening as he sat in his invalid chair, beside Duncan junior, who was woefully reduced and careworn, despite the attentions of the sympathetic Jessie Davidson, who was seated near him on a rustic seat beside Elspie--
"I will be thinkin' that Tan an' La Certe are stoppin' longer away than iss altogither seemly. Tan should have been here two or three days before the weddin'."
"He will likely be time enough for his own weddin'--whatever," remarked Duncan junior. "Don't you think so, Miss Jessie?"
"I think it likely," answered the girl with a smile.
"He is _sure_ to be in time," said Elspie, with emphasis.
"We niver can be sure of anything in this world, my tear," remarked old Duncan, becoming oracular in tone. "How do you know he iss so sure?"
"Because Dan never breaks his word," returned Elspie, with an air of decision that would have gratified Dan immensely had he been there to see it.
"Fery true, my tear," rejoined the Highlander, "but there are many other things that interfere with one's word besides the will. He might tie, you know, or be trowned, or his gun might burst and render him helpless for life, if it did not kill him altogither. It iss an uncertain world at the best--whatever."
Archie Sinclair, who joined them--with his brother, Little Bill, by his side, not on his back--was of the same opinion as Elspie, but Billie shook his head, looked anxious, and said nothing--for he felt that his friend was running things much too close.
At a later hour that same evening, the other members of the two families--who dropped in to make inquiries--began to express anxiety, and Okematan, who called just to see how things were getting on, shook his head and looked owlish. Old Peg said nothing, but she evidently thought much, to judge from the deepening wrinkles on her forehead.
As for Fred Jenkins, he was too much taken up with Elise Morel to think much about anything, but even he at last grew anxious, and when the wedding morning finally dawned, and no Dan made his appearance, something
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