"I think, since you have been properly notified to leave," said Baumberger, with the indefinable air of a lawyer who gathers up his papers relating to one case, thrusts them into his pocket, and turns his attention to the needs of his next client, "we"ll just have it out with these other fellows, though I look upon Stanley," he added half humorously, "as a test case. If he goes, they"ll all go."
"Better say he"s a TOUGH case," blurted Wally, and turned on his heel. "What the devil are they standing around on one foot for, making medicine?" he demanded angrily of Good Indian, who unceremoniously left Evadna and came up with him. "I"D run him off the ranch first, and do my talking about it afterward. That hunk uh pork is kicking up a lot uh dust, but he ain"t GETTING anywhere!"
"Exactly." Good Indian thrust both hands deep into his trousers pockets, and stared at the ground before him.
Wally gave another snort. "I don"t know how it hits you, Grant--but there"s something fishy about it."
"Ex-actly." Good Indian took one long step over the ditch, and went on steadily.
Wally, coming again alongside, turned his head, and regarded him attentively.
"Injun"s on top," he diagnosed sententiously after a minute. "Looks like he"s putting on a good, thick layer uh war-paint, too." He waited expectantly. "You might hand me the brush when you"re through," he hinted grimly. "I might like to get out after some scalps myself."
"That so?" Good Indian asked inattentively, and went on without waiting for any reply. They left the garden, and went down the road to the stable, Wally pa.s.sively following Grant"s lead. Someone came hurrying after them, and they turned to see Jack. The others had evidently stayed to hear the legal harangue to a close.
"Say, Stanley says there"s four beside the fellows we saw," Jack announced, rather breathlessly, for he had been running through the loose, heavy soil of the garden to overtake them. "They"ve located twenty acres apiece, he says--staked "em out in the night and stuck up their notices--and everyone"s going to STICK. They"re all going to put in grizzlies and mine the whole thing, he told dad. He just the same as accused dad right out of covering up valuable mineral land on purpose.
And he says the law"s all on their side." He leaned hard against the stable, and drew his fingers across his forehead, white as a girl"s when he pushed back his hat. "Baumberger," he said cheerlessly, "was still talking injunction when I left, but--" He flung out his hand contemptuously.
"I wish dad wasn"t so--" began Wally moodily, and let it go at that.
Good Indian threw up his head with that peculiar tightening of lips which meant much in the way of emotion.
"He"ll listen to Baumberger, and he"ll lose the ranch listening," he stated distinctly. "If there"s anything to do, we"ve got to do it."
"We can run "em off--maybe," suggested Jack, his fighting instincts steadied by the vivid memory of four rifles held by four men, who looked thoroughly capable of using them.
"This isn"t a case of apple-stealing," Good Indian quelled sharply, and got his rope from his saddle with the manner of a man who has definitely made up his mind.
"What CAN we do, then?" Wally demanded impatiently.
"Not a thing at present." Good Indian started for the little pasture, where Keno was feeding and switching methodically at the flies. "You fellows can do more by doing nothing to-day than if you killed off the whole bunch."
He came back in a few minutes with his horse, and found the two still moodily discussing the thing. He glanced at them casually, and went about the business of saddling.
"Where you going?" asked Wally abruptly, when Grant was looping up the end of his latigo.
"Just scouting around a little," was the unsatisfactory reply he got, and he scowled as Good Indian rode away.
CHAPTER XV. SQUAW-TALK-FAR-OFF HEAP SMART
Good Indian spoke briefly with the good-looking young squaw, who had a shy glance for him when he came up; afterward he took hold of his hat by the brim, and ducked through the low opening of a wikiup which she smilingly pointed out to him.
"Howdy, Peppajee? How you foot?" he asked, when his unaccustomed eyes discerned the old fellow lying back against the farther wall.
"Huh! Him heap sick all time." Having his injury thus brought afresh to his notice, Peppajee reached down with his hands, and moved the foot carefully to a new position.
"Last night," Good Indian began without that ceremony of long waiting which is a part of Indian etiquette, "much men come to Hart ranch.
Eight." He held up his two outspread hands, with the thumbs tucked inside his palms. "Come in dark, no seeum till sun come back. Makeum camp. One man put sticks in ground, say that part belong him. Twenty acres." He flung up his hands, lowered them, and immediately raised them again. "Eight men do that all same. Have guns, grub, blankets--stop there all time. Say they wash gold. Say that ranch have much gold, stake placer claims. Baumberger"--he saw Peppajee"s eyelids draw together--"tell men to go away. Tell Peaceful he fight those men--in court. You sabe. Ask Great Father to tell those men they go away, no wash gold on ranch." He waited.
There is no hurrying the speech of an Indian. Peppajee smoked stolidly, his eyes half closed and blinking sleepily. The veneer of white men"s ways dropped from him when he entered his own wikiup, and he would not speak quickly.
"Las" night--mebbyso yo" watchum?" he asked, as one who holds his judgment in abeyance.
"I heap fool. I no watch. I let those men come while I think of--a girl.
My eyes sleep." Good Indian was too proud to parry, too bitter with himself to deny. He had not said the thing before, even to himself, but it was in his heart to hate his love, because it had cost this catastrophe to his friends.
"Kay bueno." Peppajee"s voice was harsh. But after a time he spoke more sympathetically. "Yo" no watchum. Yo" let heap trouble come. This day yo" heart bad, mebbyso. This day yo" no think.u.m squaw all time. Mebbyso yo" think.u.m fight, no sabe how yo" fight."
Grant nodded silently. It would seem that Peppajee understood, even though his speech was halting. At that moment much of the unfounded prejudice, which had been for a few days set aside because of bigger things, died within him. He had disliked Peppajee as a pompous egotist among his kind. His latent antagonism against all Indians because they were unwelcomely his blood relatives had crystallized here and there against; certain individuals of the tribe. Old Hagar he hated coldly.
Peppajee"s staginess irritated him. In his youthful arrogance he had not troubled to see the real man of mettle under that dingy green blanket.
Now he looked at Peppajee with a startled sense that he had never known him at all, and that Peppajee was not only a grimy Indian--he was also a man.
"Me no sabe one thing. One otha thing me sabe. Yo" no b"lieve Baumberga one frien". Him all same snake. Them mens come, Baumberga tellum come all time. All time him try for foolum Peaceful. Yo" look out. Yo" no sleepum mo". All time yo" watchum."
"I come here," said Good Indian; "I think you mebbyso hear talk, you tell me. My heart heap sad, I let this trouble come. I want to kill that trouble. Mebbyso make my friends laugh, be heap glad those men no stealum ranch. You hear talk, mebbyso you tell me now."
Peppajee smoked imperturbably what time his dignity demanded. At length he took the pipe from his mouth, stretched out his arm toward Hartley, and spoke in his sonorous tone, calculated to add weight to his words.
"Yo" go speak.u.m Squaw-talk-far-off," he commanded. "All time mak.u.m talk--talk--" He drummed with his fingers upon his left forearm.
"Mebbyso heap sabe. Heap sabe Baumberga kay bueno. He think.u.m sabe stealum ranch. All time heap talk come Man-that-coughs, come all same Baumberga. Heap smart, dat squaw." A smile laid its faint light upon his grim old lips, and was gone. "Think.u.m yo" heap bueno, dat squaw. All time glad for talk.u.m yo". Yo" go."
Good Indian stood up, his head bent to avoid sc.r.a.ping his hat against the sloping roof of the wikiup.
"You no hear more talk all time you watch?" he asked, pa.s.sing over Miss Georgie"s possible aid or interest in the affair.
"Much talk.u.m--no can hear. All time them d.a.m.n" Baumberga shut door--no talk.u.m loud. All time Baumberga walk.u.m in dark. Walk.u.m where apples grow, walk.u.m gra.s.s, walk.u.m all dat ranch all time. All time me heap watchum. Snake come, bitum foot--no can watchum mo". Dat time, much mens come. Yo" sabe. Baumberga all time talk.u.m, him heap frien"
Peacefu"--heap snake all time. Speak.u.m two tongue Yo" no b"lievum. All time heap big liar, him. Yo" go, speak.u.m Squaw-talk-far-off. Bueno, dat squaw. Heap smart, all same mans. Yo" go. Pikeway." He settled back with a gesture of finality, and so Good Indian left him.
Old Hagar shrilled maledictions after him when he pa.s.sed through the littered camp on his way back to where he had left his horse, but for once he was deaf to her upbraidings. Indeed, he never heard her--or if he did, her clamor was to him as the yelping of the dogs which filled his ears, but did not enter his thoughts.
The young squaw smiled at him shy-eyed as he went by her, and though his physical eyes saw her standing demurely there in the shade of her wikiup, ready to shrink coyly away from too bold a glance, the man-mind of him was blind and took no notice. He neither heard the baffled screaming of vile epithets when old Hagar knew that her venom could not strike through the armor of his preoccupation, nor saw the hurt look creep into the soft eyes of the young squaw when his face did not turn toward her after the first inattentive glance.
Good Indian was thinking how barren had been his talk with Peppajee, and was realizing keenly how much he had expected from the interview. It is frequently by the depth of our disappointment only that we can rightly measure the height of our hope. He had come to Peppajee for something tangible, some thing that might be called real evidence of the conspiracy he suspected. He had got nothing but suspicion to match his own. As for Miss Georgie Howard--
"What can she do?" he thought resentfully, feeling as if he had been offered a willow switch with which to fight off a grizzly. It seemed to him that he might as sensibly go to Evadna herself for a.s.sistance, and that, even his infatuation was obliged to admit, would be idiotic.
Peppajee, he told himself when he reached his horse, was particularly foolish sometimes.
With that in his mind, he mounted--and turned Keno"s head toward Hartley. The distance was not great--little more than half a mile--but when he swung from the saddle in the square blotch of shade east by the little, red station house upon the parched sand and cinders, Keno"s flanks were heaving like the silent sobbing of a woman with the pace his master"s spurred heels had required of him.
Miss Georgie gave her hair a hasty pat or two, pushed a novel out of sight under a Boise newspaper, and turned toward him with a breezily careless smile when he stepped up to the open door and stopped as if he were not quite certain of his own mind, or of his welcome.
He was secretly thinking of Peppajee"s information that Miss Georgie thought he was "bueno," and he was wondering if it were true. Not that he wanted it to be true! But he was man enough to look at her with a keener interest than he had felt before. And Miss Georgie, if one might judge by her manner, was woman enough to detect that interest and to draw back her skirts, mentally, ready for instant flight into unapproachableness.
"Howdy, Mr. Imsen?" she greeted him lightly. "In what official capacity am I to receive you, please? Do YOU want to send a telegram?" The accent upon the p.r.o.noun was very faint, but it was there for him to notice if he liked. So much she helped him. She was a bright young woman indeed, that she saw he wanted help.
"I don"t believe I came to see you officially at all," he said, and his eyes lighted a little as he looked at her. "Peppajee Jim told me to come. He said you"re a "heap smart squaw, all same mans.""