“I’ll bring you down some coffee after a while,” said Mary Brown, “but I hadn’t made any fire when that Indian came up to the house.”
She gave the rest of the corn-bread and bacon to the Indians, and then came and sat down by Chap.
“He tells me,” said she, “that some fellows have stole your boat, and that you’re goin’ to try to take it away from ’em again.”
“That is what we started out to do,” said Chap, “but I’m very much afraid this plan won’t work. We are not even sure that the men who stole the boat came up this river, for I did not stay to see which way they went; and if they did come up this way, why should they land at the particular place where these Indians expect to find them, and to which there is a track right through the woods from the place where they stole the boat?”
“You let these Indians alone,” said the girl, “for knowin’ jist what people are goin’ to do, ’specially fellers that are huntin’ and fishin’. I don’t reckon them boat-thieves ever heard thar was a good campin’-place up here, but they can’t help findin’ it out, for all the way up from the mouth of the river there’s nothin’ but reeds and swamps and ’gators; and when they git to the bit of hard, white sand down thar, which they can see ever so fur away, they’ll be sure to come to it. Everybody does who goes along this river,—that is, if they come up this fur. Of course, they may have turned ’round and gone back long ago, but you’ve got to take your chances of that. As for this track through the woods, I don’t suppose they know anything about it, and if they did, they wouldn’t ’spect you to find it. And now I must go up to the house, and look out for the boat. You and the Indians had better keep shady till I tell you whether it’s comin’ or not.”
Mary Brown belonged to the class of people which in Florida are called “crackers.” These are poor whites, generally found in the half-settled portions of the State, who make a scanty living by fishing, hunting, and cultivating small patches of ground. They are usually uneducated. As a rule, they are an orderly people, and many of them are by nature intelligent and bright.
Mary Brown had been thrown a good deal on her own resources, and she had learned to take a very common-sense view of the things that came under her observation. She wore a large sun-bonnet, and no shoes or stockings, and seemed afraid of nothing in the shape of man or beast which she might meet in the wild forest that surrounded her solitary home, where at present she was left with her mother and an old negro man, who acted as general helper about the place.
When she had gone, the Indians sat talking among themselves, while Chap folded his arms and stood leaning against a tree.
“I don’t half like the way things are going,” he said to himself. “It don’t seem to me that I’m exactly commanding this party, although I regularly hired them, and took them into my service. They’re doing everything just as they please, and I shouldn’t wonder if the whole thing should turn out a fizzle. But if we get a chance to do anything, I’ll soon let them know that I’m captain.”
About fifteen minutes after this, Mary Brown came hurrying to them. She carried a tin-cup of hot coffee, sweetened, but with no milk in it, which she gave to Chap.