tells of terrible suspense—violent intentions and religious discussion.

“now i tell you what it is, master hendrick,” said captain trench, the day after their arrival at the indian camp. “i see this is goin’ to be an ugly business, an’ i give you fair warning that i’m goin’ to git surly. i won’t stand by quietly and see grummidge and my men slaughtered before my eyes without movin’ a finger. i’ll keep quiet as long as there’s any chance of all your palaverin’ resulting in anything, but if the worst comes to the worst i’ll show fight, even if i should have to stand alone with all the red devils in newfoundland arrayed against me.”

“i honour your feelings, captain trench, but doubt your judgment. how do you propose to proceed?”

“will you join me? answer me that question first.”

“i will join you in any scheme that is reasonable,” returned hendrick, after a pause, “but not in a useless attempt to fight against a whole colony of indians.”

“then i’ll keep my plans of procedure in my own noddle,” said the captain, turning away with an indignant fling, and taking the path that led to the cave or prison-house of his shipmates, for as yet they were allowed free intercourse with their friends.

“grummidge,” said he, in a stern voice, as he squatted down on the floor beside the unfortunate seaman, “things look bad, there’s no doubt about that, an’ it would be unkind deception to say otherwise, for that villain bearpaw seems to git harder and harder the more they try to soften him. now what i want to know is, are you an’ the others prepared to join me, if i manage to cut your cords an’ give you weapons, an’—”

“shush! clap a stopper on your mouth, cappen,” said grummidge in an undertone, “the redskins are listening.”

“an’ what then? they know no more about english than i know about timbuctoosh,” returned the captain irascibly. “let ’em listen! what i was a-goin’ to say is, are you an’ the other lads ready to follow me into the woods an’ bolt if we can, or fight to the death if we can’t?”

“sure an’ i’m ready to fight,” interposed squill, “or to follow ye to the end o’ the world, an’ further; but if i do i’ll have to leave my legs behind me, for they’re fit for nothin’. true it is, i feel a little stronger since your friend hendrick got the bastes to increase our allowance o’ grub, but i’m not up to much yet. howsiver, i’m strong enough p’r’aps to die fightin’. anyhow, i’ll try.”

“so will i,” said little stubbs. “i feel twice the man i was since you found us.”

“putt me down on the list too, cap’n,” said fred taylor, who was perhaps the least reduced in strength of any of the prisoners. “i’m game for anything short o’ murder.”

similar sentiments having been expressed by his other friends, the captain’s spirit was somewhat calmed.

leaving them he went into the woods to ponder and work out his plans. there he met paul and hendrick.

“we are going to visit the prisoners,” said the former.

“you’ll find ’em in a more hopeful frame of mind,” observed the captain.

“i wish they had better ground for their hopes,” returned his friend, “but bearpaw is inexorable. we are to have a final meeting with him to-morrow. i go now to have a talk with our poor friends. it may be that something in their favour shall be suggested.”

nothing, however, was suggested during the interview that followed, which gave the remotest hope that anything they could say or do would influence the savage chief in favour of his prisoners. indeed, even if he had been mercifully disposed, the anger of his people against the seamen—especially the relatives of little beaver and those who had been wounded during the attack on wagtail settlement—would have constrained him to follow out what he believed to be the course of justice.

when the final meeting between the visitors and the chief took place, the latter was surrounded by his principal warriors.

“hendrick,” he said, in reply to a proposal that execution should be at least delayed, “the name of the white hunter who has mated with the bethuck girl is respected everywhere, and his wishes alone would move bearpaw to pardon his paleface foes, but blood has been shed, and the price of blood must be paid. hendrick knows our laws—they cannot be changed. the relations of little beaver cry aloud for it. tell your paleface friends that bearpaw has spoken.”

when this was interpreted to paul burns a sudden thought flashed into his mind, and standing forth with flushed countenance and raised arm, he said—

“hendrick, tell the chief of the bethucks that when the great spirit formed man he made him without sin and gave him a just and holy law to obey; but man broke the law, and the great spirit had said that the price of the broken law is death. so there seemed no hope for man, because he could not undo the past, and the great spirit would not change his law. but he found a way of deliverance. the great spirit himself came down to earth, and, as the man jesus christ, paid the price of the broken law with his own blood, so that guilty, but forgiven, man might go free. now, if the great spirit could pardon the guilty and set them free, would it be wrong in bearpaw to follow his example?”

this was such a new idea to the indian that he did not at first reply. he stood, with folded arms and knitted brow, pondering the question. at last he spoke slowly—

“bearpaw knows not the thing about which his paleface brother speaks. it may be true. it seems very strange. he will inquire into the matter hereafter. but the laws that guide the great spirit are not the laws that guide men. what may be fit in him, may not be fit in them.”

“my dark-skinned brother is wrong,” said hendrick. “the law that guides the great spirit, and that should guide all his creatures, is one and the same. it is the law of love.”

“was it love that induced the palefaces to kill little beaver and steal rising sun?” demanded the chief fiercely.

“it was not,” replied hendrick; “it was sin; and bearpaw has now an opportunity to act like the great spirit by forgiving those who, he thinks, have sinned against him.”

“never!” returned the chief vehemently. “the palefaces shall die; but they shall live one day longer while this matter is considered in council, for it is only children who act in haste. go! bearpaw has spoken.”

to have secured even the delay of a single day was almost more than the prisoners’ friends had hoped for, and they resolved to make the most of it.

“now, hendrick,” said paul, when they were in the tent that had been set aside for their use, “we must be prepared, you and i, to give the chief a full account of our religion; for, depend on it, his mind has been awakened, and he won’t rest satisfied with merely discussing the subject with his men of war.”

“true, paul; what do you propose to do?”

“the first thing i shall do is to pray for guidance. after that i will talk with you.”

“for my part,” said captain trench, as paul rose and left the tent, “i see no chance of moving that savage by religion or anything else, so i’ll go an’ make arrangements for the carryin’ out o’ my plans. come along to the woods with me, olly, i shall want your help.”

“father,” said the boy, in a serious tone, as they entered the forest, “surely you don’t mean to carry out in earnest the plan you spoke of to grummidge and the others yesterday?”

“why not, my son?”

“because we are sure to be all killed if you do. as well might we try to stop the rising tide as to subdue a whole tribe of savages.”

“and would you, olly,” said the seaman, stopping and looking sternly at the boy, “would you advise me to be so mean as to look on at the slaughter of my shipmates without making one effort to save them?”

“i would never advise you to do anything mean, father; an’ if i did so advise you, you wouldn’t do it; but the effort you think of makin’ would not save the men. it would only end in all of us bein’ killed.”

“well, and what o’ that? would it be the first time that men have been killed in a good cause?”

“but a cause can’t be a good one unless some good comes of it! if there was a chance at all, i would say go at ’em, daddy, an’ bowl ’em down like skittles, but you know there’s no chance in your plan. boltin’ into the woods an’ gittin’ lost would be little use in the face o’ savages that can track a deer by invisible footprints. an’ fighting them would be like fighting moskitoes—one thousand down, another thousand come on! besides, when you an’ i are killed—which we’re sure to be—what would come o’ mother, sittin’ there all alone, day after day, wonderin’ why we never come back, though we promised to do so? think how anxious it’ll make her for years to come, an’ how broken-hearted at last; an’ think how careful she always was of you. don’t you remember in that blessed letter she sent me, just before we sailed, how she tells me to look well after you, an’ sew the frogs on your sea-coat when they git loose, for she knows you’ll never do it yourself, but will be fixin’ it up with a wooden skewer or a bit o’ rope-yarn. an’ how i was to see an’ make you keep your feet dry by changin’ your hose for you when you were asleep, for you’d never change them yourself till all your toes an’ heels came through ’em. ah! daddy, it will be a bad job for mother if they kill you and me!”

“but what can i do, olly?” said the mariner, in a somewhat husky voice, when this pathetic picture was presented to his view. “your mother would be the last to advise me to stand by and look on without moving a finger to save ’em. what can i do, olly? what can i do?”

this question was more easily put than answered. poor oliver looked as perplexed as his sire.

“pr’aps,” he said, “we might do as paul said he’d do, an’ pray about it.”

“well, we might do worse, my son. if i only could believe that the almighty listens to us an’ troubles himself about our small affairs, i—”

“don’t you think it likely, father,” interrupted the boy, “that if the almighty took the trouble to make us, he will take the trouble to think about and look after us?”

“there’s somethin’ in that, olly. common sense points out that there’s somethin’ in that.”

whether or not the captain acted on his son’s suggestion, there is no record to tell. all we can say is that he spent the remainder of that day in a very disturbed, almost distracted, state of mind, now paying short visits to the prisoners, anon making sudden rushes towards the chief’s tent with a view to plead their cause, and checking himself on remembering that he knew no word of the indian tongue; now and then arguing hotly with paul and hendrick, that all had not been done which might or ought to have been done, and sometimes hurrying into the woods alone.

meanwhile, as had been anticipated, the chief sent for hendrick and paul to demand an explanation of the strange words which they had used about forgiveness and the broken law of the great spirit and jesus christ.

it would be out of place here to enter into the details of all that was said on both sides, but it may not be uninteresting to state that, during the discussion, both the palefaces and the red men became so intensely absorbed in contemplation of the vast region of comparatively new thought into which they were insensibly led, that they forgot for the time being the main object of the meeting, namely, the ultimate fate of the captives.

that the chief and his warriors were deeply impressed with the gospel message was evident, but it was equally evident that the former was not to be moved from his decision, and in this the warriors sympathised with him. his strong convictions in regard to retributive justice were not to be shaken.

“no,” he said, at the end of the palaver, “the blood of a bethuck has been shed; the blood of the palefaces must flow.”

“but tell him that that is not just even according to his own views,” said paul. “the blood of one paleface ought to suffice for the blood of one bethuck.”

this was received in silence. evidently it had some weight with the chief.

“the paleface is right,” he said, after a minute’s thought. “only one shall die. let the prisoners decide among themselves who shall be killed. go, bearpaw has spoken—waugh!”

a few minutes later, and the prisoners, with their friends, were assembled in the cave discussing this new phase of their case.

“it’s horrible!” said grummidge. “d’ye think the chief is really in earnest?”

“there can be no doubt of it,” said hendrick.

“then, my lads, i’ll soon bid ye all farewell, for as i was your leader when the so-called murder was done, i’m bound in honour to take the consequences.”

“not at all,” cried squill, whose susceptible heart was touched with this readiness to self-sacrifice. “you can’t be spared yet, grummidge; if any man shud die it’s the irishman. shure it’s used we are to bein’ kilt, anyhow!”

“there’ll be none o’ you killed at all,” cried captain trench, starting up with looks of indignation. “i’ll go and carry out my plans—ah! you needn’t look like that, olly, wi’ your poor mother’s reproachful eyes, for i’m determined to do it, right or wrong!”