There was a general excitement at this, and a number arose, as if eager to follow the captain and the Indian; but Long Hair stirred not, saying, angrily,–
“Too much sojer; scare pappoose.”
“That is sensible,” said the captain; “you and I will go alone, Long Hair.”
The Indian led him at once to the place in the wall where Bub was concealed. 284
“Pappoose in dere,” said the Indian, pointing to the stone. “Take stone out.”
The captain drew it forth, got down on his hands and knees, and peeped in, and saw Bub’s bright eyes looking into his; and, taking hold of Bub’s chubby hand, he said, soothingly,–for Bub now began to cry,–
“Don’t be afraid, my little fellow; we are all your friends, and have come to take you to your mother.”
“Won’t Injun kill me?” asked Bub, glancing apprehensively at Long Hair.
“No,” said the officer; “it’s Long Hair; he came to keep the bad Indians from killing you.”
When Captain Manly appeared with Bub in his arms, the air was rent with the joyful shouts of the soldiers; and Bub suddenly found himself a hero, as he was borne about and caressed by them–a joy that was suddenly intensified to a wild pitch of excitement, as word was brought that dear, brave, romantic Charlie had revived. He was not dead. Aroused by the shouts of the soldiers over Bub’s appearance, he had opened his eyes, and, imagining that the Indians were assailing the cabin, murmured, in a clear, distinct voice,–