Tom’s eyes were fastened upon Long Hair. The faithful Indian’s handsome face betrayed no fear, but it was evident that he had given up all hopes of deliverance. With eagle eye he watched the ceremonies, and, as he saw them approach their fatal termination, began to chant his death-song. Captain Manly understood Indian customs, and telling certain of his men to make sure of the savages nearest Long Hair, he gave the 220 signal, and the bullets of the ten unerring marksmen mowing them down, firing from the other detachments following with deadly effect.
The panic of the Indians was indescribable; for the firing from so extended a line gave the impression of a much larger force than had really attacked them. Their confusion was increased also at seeing some soldiers issue from the woods, mounted; for the captain had given orders, in case there was a panic, for a portion of the command quietly and quickly to take to their horses and pursue the fugitives. Thinking themselves attacked by superior numbers of both cavalry and infantry, the Indians were at the mercy of the soldiers, who shot and sabred them with small opposition.
As soon as Captain Manly saw the effect of the first volley, he said to Tom,–
“I shall leave Long Hair in your charge.”
For with delicate magnanimity he would have Tom be the deliverer of the noble Indian who had perilled his life for Tom.
The lad needed no second hint, but sprang away, and severed the thongs that bound his Indian friend to the death-stake.
“Ugh! Tom good friend; big soldier-boy,” ejaculated the grateful Indian.
“Are father and mother safe?” asked Tom.
“In cabin there,” replied Long Hair. 221
Tom hurried forward towards the dwelling, but Long Hair seized him, saying,–