"We do not know; we were waiting on the hill to come in here by daylight; they surprised us, and we did not stop to talk with them,"
replied John Ermine.
"Where did you come from, my boy?" he continued.
"I came from the Stinking Water country to help you fight the Sioux--myself and Wolf-Voice there," replied Ermine.
Turning to that waif, the general said, "Who are you?"
Patting his chest impressively, Wolf-Voice spoke: "Me? My mother she was Gro Ventre; I am a warrior; I spak de English; I was scout with Yellow Hair.[11] I am brav mans."
[11] General Custer.
"Umph--no doubt," softly hazarded the Gray Fox. "You were not with him when he died? I suppose you attended to that matter with proper thoroughness. Have you seen any Sioux signs?"
"Yaas--day follar de wagon, dey aire leave dar pony-track all roun you."
Once fastening his quizzical eyes on the white lad, the general asked, "Do you talk Crow?"
"Yes."
"Can you make the hand talk?"
Ermine gave the sign for "Yes."
"Have you ever been to school?"
"No, sir."
"Who taught you to speak English?"
"My old comrade, Crooked-Bear," said Ermine.
"Crooked-Bear--Crooked-Bear," mused the general. "Oh, I give it up," as he turned away. "You are not one of the Pike County breed, it seems--Crooked-Bear--Crooked-Bear. Take them to the scout camp, Ferguson." And the general retired to his tent, somewhat perplexed by the young man"s make-up.
The trio went on toward the scout camp, and as they pa.s.sed a man on foot he inquired of Ferguson, "Where did you get that pair of aces?"
"The Sioux dealt them to me this morning; will they fill your hand?"
"Yes, sir--think they will." Then to John Ermine, "Do you savvy this country, pardner?"
"Yes, sir; I have always lived in this country," spoke he, with a wave of his arm around the horizon which had the true Indian swing to it, an accomplishment only acquired by white men after long years of a.s.sociation with the tribes. All the signs and gestures made by Indians are distinctive with them and are very suggestive from their constant use of the sign language. The old chief of scouts recognized the significance of the motion on the instant, and knew that one who could make it very probably possessed the other qualifications for his corps.
"What is your name?"
"John Ermine, sir," came the answer. The "sir" had been an acquisition of the last few interviews. He had heard it from the mouth of Crooked-Bear on infrequent occasions, but his quick perceptions told him that it was useful in these canvas towns.
"All right. Will you turn these men over to me for duty, Lieutenant Ferguson?" spoke the chief of scouts, who was a short infantry officer with a huge yellow mustache.
"I will," replied Ferguson, as he turned his horse. "Go with Captain Lewis there; and good luck to you, Mr. Ermine."
After answering certain questions by the chief of scouts, which were intended to prove their fitness for the job, the two late fugitives had the pleasure of knowing that Uncle Sam would open his wagons to them in return for their hair and blood when his representative should order the sacrifice. Wolf-Voice never allowed his mind to dwell on market values, and John Ermine felt that he could do what "ten thousand men" were willing to do in an emergency.
[Ill.u.s.tration: CAPTAIN LEWIS.]
Having done with these formalities, under the trained guidance of Wolf-Voice the two men speedily found their way to the scouts" mess, where they took a hearty toll of the government. About the cook fire squatted or sprawled the allies of the white troops. There were Crows and Indians from other tribes--together with half-breeds whose heraldic emblazonment ought to be a pretty squaw. A few white men came about from time to time, but they did not abide with the regular crew. New faces appeared as they came in from the hills to "cool coffee."
John Ermine walked aimlessly around camp, all eyes and ears. No backwoods boy at a country fair ever had his faculties so over-fed and clogged as he. In turn the soldiers attempted to engage him in conversation as he pa.s.sed about among them, but the hills had put a seal of silence on his lips; he had not yet found himself amid the bustle.
Remarks which grated harshly came to his ears; the unkindness of them undermined the admiration for the white soldiers which the gentle treatment of the officers had instilled.
"Ain"t that yellow handkerchief great?"--"Sure he"d do well with a hand-organ on the Bowery."--"Is he a square shake or a make-up?"--and other loose usage of idle minds.
"Say, Bill, come look at the sorrel Injun," sang one trooper to another who stood leaning on a wagon-wheel whittling a stick, to which that one replied: "You take my advice and let the sorrel Injun alone; that butcher knife on his belly is no ornament."
By noon Ermine"s mind had been so sloshed and hail-stoned with new ideas that his head was tired. They were coming so fast that he could not stow them, so he found his way back to the scout camp and lay down on a stray robe. The whole thing had not impressed him quite as he had antic.i.p.ated; it had a raw quality, and he found he did not sift down into the white ma.s.s; he had a longing for the quiet of Crooked-Bear"s cabin--in short, John Ermine was homesick. However, after a few hours" sleep, he became hungry, which shifted his preoccupation to a less morbid channel.
The scouts talked excitedly of the enemy with whom they had skirmished out on the hills; they discussed the location of the Sioux camp, and speculated on the intention of the Gray Fox. Sunlight or firelight never in the ages played on a wilder group than this; not on the tribes of Asiatics who swarmed in front of Alexander; not in the deserts of Northern Africa: nor on the steppes of Asia, at any period, did sun or fire cut and color cruder men than these who were taking the long, long step between what we know men are and what we think they were.
A soldier stepped briskly into the group, and touching Ermine on the shoulder, said, "The Captain wants to see you; come on." He followed to the tent designated, and was told to come in and sit down. The officer sat opposite, on a camp stool, and after regarding him kindly for a moment, said: "Your name is John Ermine and you are a white man. Where were you born?"
"I do not know, Captain, where I was born, but I have lived all my life with the Crows."
"Yes; but they did not teach you to speak English."
"No; I have lived some years with my old comrade up in the mountains, and he taught me to speak English and to write it."
"Who was your old comrade, as you call him? He must have been an educated man," queried the Captain, looking insistently into Ermine"s eyes.
"Captain, I cannot tell, any more than to say that he is an educated white man, who said he is dead, that his fires have burnt out, and he asked me not to speak about him; but you will understand."
Captain Lewis did not understand, nor did he avert his perplexed gaze from Ermine. He was wondering about the boy"s mind; had it become deranged? Clearly he saw that Ermine had been a captive; but this mystery of mind cultivation by one who was dead--had he struck a new scheme in psychical research? The Captain rolled a cigarette and scratched a match on the leg of his breeches.
"My old companion told me I ought to come here and help fight the Sioux."
"Have you ever been to war?"
"Yes; I took a scalp from a Sioux warrior when I was a boy, and I wear the eagle feather upright," spoke Ermine in his usual low and measured voice.
"Ho, ho! that is good. I see that you carry a Spencer carbine. I have not seen one lately; we do not use them now."
"It is the best I have, Captain." The Captain took his cigarette from his mouth and bawled: "Jones! _Oh_ Jones, Jones!" Almost instantly a soldier stepped into the tent, touching his forehead in salute. "Go down and draw a carbine, fifty rounds, a saddle, blanket, and bridle." Jones disappeared. "Oh, Jones, Jones, and a shirt and hat." Then turning to Ermine, "Do you ever wear shoes?"
"Only this kind I have on, sir."
"Do you want some shoes?"
"No; I think I am better off with these. I have tried on the heavy leather shoes, but they feel as though my feet were caught in a trap."
"Ha, ha! a trap, hey--a good deal so; well, any time you want anything come to me. And now, my boy, may I give you a little advice?"