RED CEDAR.
Red Cedar was more than six feet in height; his enormous head was fastened to his square shoulders by a short and muscular neck, like a bull's; his bony members were covered with muscles hard as ropes. In short, his whole person was a specimen of brute strength at its culminating point.
A fox-skin cap, pressed down on his head, allowed escape to a few tufts of coarse greyish hair, and fell on his little grey eyes, which were close to a nose that was hooked like the beak of a bird of prey; his wide mouth was filled with white, large teeth; his cheekbones were prominent and purpled; and the lower part of his face disappeared in a thick black beard, mingled with grey hairs. He wore a hunting shirt of striped calico, fastened round the waist by a strap of brown leather, through which were passed two pistols, an axe, and a long knife; a pair of leggings of tawny leather, sewed at equal distances with hair, fell down to his knees; while his legs were protected by Indian moccasins, ornamented with a profusion of beads and bells. A game bag of fawn skin, which seemed full, fell over his right hip; and he held in his hand an American rifle, studded with copper nails.
No one knew who Red Cedar was, or whence he came. About two years prior to the period of our story opening he had suddenly made his appearance in the country, accompanied by a wife of a certain age—a species of Megaera, of masculine form and repellant aspect; a girl of seventeen; and three vigorous lads, who resembled him too closely not to be his own, and whose age varied from nineteen to twenty-four.
Red Cedar himself appeared to be fifty-five at the most. The name by which he was known had been given to him by the Indians, of whom he had declared himself the implacable enemy, and boasted that he had killed two hundred. The old woman was called Betsy; the girl, Ellen; the eldest son, Nathan; the second, Sutter; and the last, Shaw.
This family had built a shanty in the forest, a few miles from Paso, and lived alone in the desert, without having entered into any relations with the inhabitants of the village; or the trappers and wood rangers, its neighbours. The mysterious conduct of these strangers had given rise to numerous comments; but all had remained without reply or solution, and after two years they remained as perfect strangers as on the day of their arrival.
Still, mournful and sad stories were in circulation on their account: they inspired an instinctive hatred and involuntary terror in the Mexicans. Some said in a whisper that old Red Cedar and his three sons were nothing less than "scalp hunters;" that is to say, in the public esteem, people placed beneath the pirates of the prairies, that unclean breed of birds of prey which everybody fears and despises.
The entry of Red Cedar was significant; the otherwise unscrupulous men who filled the venta hurriedly retired on his approach, and made room for him with a zeal mingled with disgust. The old partisan crossed the room with head erect; a smile of haughty disdain played round his thin lips at the sight of the effect his presence produced, and he went up to the monk and his two companions. On reaching them he roughly placed the butt of his rifle on the ground, leaned his two crossed hands upon the barrel, and after bending a cunning glance on the persons before him, said to the monk in a hoarse voice,—
"The deuce take you, señor padre! Here I am: what do you want with me?"
Far from being vexed at this brutal address, the latter smiled on the colossus, and held out his hand to him, as he graciously made answer,—
"You are welcome, Red Cedar; we were expecting you impatiently. Sit down by my side on this butaca, and we will talk while drinking a glass of pulque."
"The deuce twist your neck, and may your accursed pulque choke you! Do you take me for a wretched abortion of your sort?" the other answered as he fell into the seat offered him. "Order me some brandy, and that of the strongest. I am not a babe, I suppose."
Without making the slightest observation, the monk rose, went to speak with the host, and presently returned with a bottle, from which he poured a bumper for the old hunter. The latter emptied the glass at a draught, put it back on the table with a sonorous "hum!" and turned to the monk with a grimacing smile.
"Come, the devil is not always so black as he looks, señor padre," he said, as he passed his hand over his mouth to wipe his moustache. "I see that we can come to an understanding."
"It will only depend on you, Red Cedar. Here are two worthy Canadian hunters who will do nothing without your support."
The Hercules took a side glance at the young men.
"Eh!" he said, "what do you want with these children? Did I not promise you to reach the placer with my sons only?"
"He, he! You are powerfully built, both you and your lads, I allow; but I doubt whether four men, were they twice as strong as you are, could carry out this affair successfully. You will have numerous enemies to combat on your road."
"All the better! The more there are, the more we shall kill," he answered with a sinister laugh.
"Señor padre," Dick interrupted, "as far as I am concerned, I care little about it."
But he was suddenly checked by a meaning glance from his mate.
"What do you care little about, my pretty lad?" the giant asked in a mocking voice.
"Nothing," the young man answered drily. "Suppose I had not spoken."
"Good," Red Cedar remarked; "it shall be as you wish. Here's your health."
And he poured the rest of the bottle into his glass.
"Come," said Harry, "Let us have but few words. Explain yourself once for all, without beating about the bush, señor padre."
"Yes," Red Cedar observed, "men ought not to waste their time thus in chattering."
"Very good. This, then, is what I propose. Red Cedar will collect within three days from this time thirty resolute men, of whom he will take the command, and we will start immediately in search of the placer. Does it suit you in that way?"
"Hum!" Red Cedar said. "In order to go in search of the placer we must know a little in what direction it is, or deuce take me if I undertake the business!"
"Do not trouble yourself about that, Red Cedar; I will accompany you. Have I not got a plan of the country?"
The colossus shot at the monk a glance which sparkled under his dark eyelash, but he hastened to moderate its brilliancy by letting his eyes fall.
"That is true," he said with feigned indifference; "I forgot that you were coming with us. Then you will leave your parishioners during your absence?"
"Heaven will watch over them."
"Eh! It will have its work cut out. However, that does not concern me at all. But why did you oblige me to come to this mesón?"
"In order to introduce you to these two hunters, who will accompany us."
"I beg your pardon," Dick observed, "but I do not exactly see of what use I can be to you in all this: my aid, and that of my mate, do not appear to me to be indispensable."
"On the contrary," the monk answered quickly, "I reckon entirely on you."
The giant had risen.
"What!" he said, as he roughly laid his enormous hand on Dick's shoulder, "You do not understand that this honourable personage, who did not hesitate to kill a man in order to rob him of the secret of the placer, has a terrible fear of finding himself alone with me on the prairie? He fears that I shall kill him in my turn to rob him of the secret of which he became master by a crime. Ha, ha, ha!"
And he turned his back unceremoniously.
"How can you suppose such things, Red Cedar?" the monk exclaimed.
"Do you fancy that I did not read you?" the latter answered. "But it is all the same to you. Do as you please: I leave you at liberty to act as you like."
"What! You are off already?"
"Hang it! What have I to do any longer here? All is settled between us. In three days thirty of the best frontiersmen will be assembled by my care at Grizzly Bear Creek, where we shall expect you."
After shrugging his shoulders once again he went off without any salute, or even turning his head.
"It must be confessed," Dick observed, "that the man has a most villainous face. What a hideous fellow!"
"Oh!" the monk answered with a sigh, "The exterior is nothing. You should know the inner man."
"Why, in that case, do you have any dealings with him?"
The monk blushed slightly.
"Because it must be so," he muttered.
"All right for you," Dick continued; "but as nothing obliges my friend and myself to have any more intimate relations with that man, you must not mind, señor Padre, if—"
"Silence, Dick!" Harry shouted, angrily. "You do not know what you are talking about. We will accompany you, señor padre. You can reckon on us to defend you if necessary, for I suppose that Red Cedar is right."
"In what way?"
"You do not wish to trust your life defencelessly in his hands, and you reckoned on us to protect you. Is it not so?"
"Why should I feign any longer? Yes, that man terrifies me, and I do not wish to trust myself to his mercy."
"Do not be alarmed; we shall be there, and on our word as hunters, not a hair of your head shall fall."
A lively satisfaction appeared on the monk's pale face at this generous promise.
"Thanks," he said warmly.
Harry's conduct appeared so extraordinary to Dick, who knew the lofty sentiments and innate honor of his comrade, that, without striving to fathom the motives which made him act thus, he contented himself by backing up his words by an affirmative nod of the head.
"Be assured, caballeros, that when we have reached the placer, I will give you a large share, and you will have no cause to regret accompanying me."
"The money question has but slight interest with us," Harry answered. "My friend and I are free hunters, caring very little for riches, which would be to us rather a source of embarrassment than of pleasure and enjoyment. Curiosity alone, and the desire of exploring strange countries, are sufficient to make us undertake this journey."
"Whatever the reason that makes you accept my proposals, I am not the less obliged to you."
"Now you will permit us to take leave of you, and we shall hold ourselves at your orders."
"Go, gentlemen; I will not keep you longer. I know where to find you when I want you."
The young men took up their hats, slung their rifles on their shoulders, and left the mesón. The monk looked after them.
"Oh!" he muttered, "I believe I can trust to those men: they have still in their veins a few drops of that honest French blood which despises treachery. No matter," he added, as if on reflection; "I will take my precautions."
After this aside, he rose and looked around him. The room was full of adventurers, who drank or played at monte, and whose energetic faces stood out in the semi-obscurity of the room, which was scarce lighted by a smoky lamp. After a moment's reflection the monk boldly struck the table with his clenched fist, and shouted in a loud voice:
"Señores caballeros, I invite you to listen to me. I have, I fancy, an advantageous proposal to make to you."
The company turned their heads; those who were gambling for a moment abandoned their cards and dice; the drinkers alone kept in their hands the glasses they held; but all approached the monk, round whom they grouped themselves curiously.
"Caballeros," he continued, "if I am not mistaken, all present are gentlemen whom fortune has more or less ill-treated."
The adventurers, by an automatic movement of extraordinary regularity, bowed their heads in affirmation.
"If you wish it," he continued with an imperceptible smile, "I will undertake to repair the wrong by it done you."
The adventurers pricked up their ears.
"Speak, speak, señor padre!" they shouted with delight.
"What is the affair?" a man with a hang-dog face said, who stood in the front ranks.
"A war party which I intend to lead shortly into Apacheria," the monk said, "and for which purpose I need you."
At this proposition the first ardor of the adventurers visibly cooled down. The Apaches and Comanches inspire an invincible terror in the inhabitants of the Mexican frontiers. The monk guessed the effect he had produced; but he continued, as if not observing anything:—
"I take you all into my service for a month, at the rate of four piastres a day."
At this magnificent offer the eyes of the adventurers sparkled with greed, fear gave way to avarice, and they all exclaimed,—
"We accept, reverend father!
"But," the man continued who had already spoken, "we shall be happy, señor padre, if, before starting, you would give us your holy benediction, and absolve us from the few sins we may have committed."
"Yes," the company yelled, "we shall be happy if you consent to that, reverend father."
The monk appeared to reflect: the adventurers, anxiously waited.
"Well, be it so," he answered after a moment. "As the work in which I am about to employ you is so meritorious, I will give you my blessing, and grant you absolution of your sins."
For a few minutes there was a shout and exclamations of joy in the room. The monk demanded silence, and when it was restored he said,—
"Now, caballeros, give me each your name, that I may find you when I need you."
He sat down and began enrolling the adventurers, who, with the men Red Cedar supplied, would form the band with which he hoped to reach the placer. We will leave the worthy monk for a few moments, and follow the two Canadian hunters.