"I do not think I do--yet," answered Ruth hesitatingly.
"Why, see here, now," Dakota Joe went on. "It"s easy to see you"re a lady--a white lady. I"m a white gent. This Injun wench has got it in for me. Did you see what she come near doin" to me right out there in the ring?"
Ruth restrained a strong wish to tell him exactly what she had seen. But somehow she felt that caution in the handling of this rough man would be the wiser part.
"I saw that she made a very clever shot in breaking that ball in your hand, Mr. Dakota Joe," the girl of the Red Mill said.
"Heh? Well, didn"t you see she aimed straight at me? Them reds ain"t got no morals. They"d jest as lief shoot a feller they didn"t like as not.
We have to keep "em down all the time. I know. I been handling "em for years."
"Well, sir?" asked Ruth impatiently.
"Why, this Wonota--drat her!--is under contract with me. She"s a drawin"
card, I will say. But she"s been writin" back to the agency where I got her and making me trouble. She means to leave me flat if she can---and a good winter season coming on."
"What do you expect me to do about it, Mr.--er--Dakota Joe?" asked Ruth.
"Fenbrook. Fenbrook"s my name, ma"am," tardily explained the showman.
"Now, see here. She"s nothin" but an ignorant redskin. Yep. She"s daughter of old Totantora, hereditary chief of the Osages. But he"s out of the way and her guardian is the Indian Agent at Three Rivers Station in Oklahoma where the Osages have their reservation. As I say, this gal has writ to the agent and told him a pack o" lies about how bad she is treated. And she ain"t treated bad a mite."
"Well, Mr. Fenbrook?" demanded Ruth again.
"Why, see now. This Injun gal thinks well of you. I know what she"s told the other performers. And I see her looking at you. Naturally, being nothin" but a redskin, she"ll look up to a white lady like you. You tell her she"s mighty well off here, all things considered--will you? Just tell her how hard some gals of her age have to work, while all she does is to ride and shoot in a show. All them Injuns is crazy to be play-actors, you know. Even old Chief Totantora was till he got mixed up with them Germans when the war come on.
"Huh? You savvy my idee, Miss? Jest tell her she"s better off with the show than she would be anywhere else. Will you? Do as I say, Miss, and I"ll slip you a bunch of tickets for all your friends. We"re showin" at Great Forks on Friday, at Perryville Sat.u.r.day, and at Lymansburg fust of the week. You can take your friends in and have fust-cla.s.s seats to all them places."
"Thank you very much, Mr. Fenbrook," said Ruth, having difficulty to keep from laughing. "But owing to other engagements I could not possibly accept your kind offer. However, I will speak to the girl and advise her to the best of my ability."
Which was exactly what Ruth did when, later, she and her friends were met by the Princess Wonota at the exit of the big tent. The girl of the Red Mill had had no opportunity to explain to Helen and Jennie and Mercy in full about her interview with Dakota Joe. But she was quite decided as to what she proposed to do.
"Let us go on to the automobile, girls," Ruth said, taking Wonota"s hand. "We want to talk where n.o.body will overhear us."
It was Mercy, when they arrived at Helen"s car, who put the first question to the Indian maid:
"Why didn"t you shoot that man? I would have done so!"
"Oh, hush, Mercy!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Jennie Stone. "She will think you are quite a savage."
Helen laughed gaily and helped Wonota into the tonneau.
"Come on!" she cried. "Let us smoke the peace-pipe and tell each other all our past lives."
But Ruth remained rather grave, looking steadily at the Indian girl.
When they were seated, she said:
"If you care to confide in us, Wonota, perhaps we can advise you, or even help you. I know that you are unhappy and unkindly treated at this show. I owe you so much that I would be glad to feel that I had done something for you in return."
The grave face of the Indian girl broke into a slow smile. When she did smile, Ruth thought her very winsome indeed. Now that she had removed her headdress and wore her black hair in two glossy plaits over her shoulders, she was even more attractive.
"You are very kind," Wonota said. "But perhaps I should not trouble you with any of my difficulties."
"If you have troubles," interposed Jennie, "you"ve come to the right shop. We all have "em and a few more won"t hurt us a bit. We"re just dying to know why that man treats you so mean."
"He wouldn"t treat me that way!" put in Mercy vigorously.
"But you see I--I am quite alone," explained Wonota. "Since Father Totantora went away I have been without any kin and almost without friends in our nation."
"That is it," said Ruth. "Begin at the beginning. Tell us how the chief came to leave you, and how you got mixed up with this Dakota Joe. I have a very small opinion of that man," added the girl of the Red Mill, "and I do not think you should remain in his care."
CHAPTER V
INSPIRATION
It was on the verge of evening, and a keen and searching wind was blowing across the ruffled Lumano, when Helen Cameron"s car and its three occupants came in sight of the old Red Mill. Mercy Curtis had been dropped at the Cheslow railway station, where she had the "second trick"
as telegraph operator.
For the last few miles of the journey from the Wild West Show there had been a good-natured, wordy battle between Ruth and Helen as to which of the twain was to have Jennie Stone for the night.
"Her trunk is at my house," Helen declared. "So now!"
"But her toilet bag is at the farmhouse. And, anyway, I could easily lend her pajamas."
"She could never get into a suit of yours, you know very well, Ruth Fielding!" exclaimed Helen.
"I"d get one of Uncle Jabez"s long flannel nightgowns for her, then,"
giggled Ruth.
"Look here! I don"t seem to be in such great favor with either of you, after all," interposed the plump girl. "One would think I was a freak.
And I prefer my own night apparel in any case."
"Then you"ll come home with me," Helen announced.
"But I have things at Ruth"s house, just as she says," said Jennie.
At the moment the car wheeled around the turn in the road and Helen stopped it at the gate before the old, shingled farmhouse which was connected by a pa.s.sage with the grist mill. A light flashed in the window and at once the place looked very inviting. A door opened upon the side porch, and to the girls" nostrils was wafted a most delicious odor of frying cakes.
"That settles it!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Jennie Stone, and immediately sprang out of the car. "I"m as hungry as a bear. I"ll see you to-morrow, Nell, if you"ll ride over. But don"t come too near mealtime. I never could withstand Aunt Alvirah"s cooking. M-mm! Griddle-cakes--with lashin"s of b.u.t.ter and sugar on "em, I wager."
"Dear me!" sighed Helen, as Ruth, too, got out, laughing. "You are incurable, Jennie. Your G.o.ddess is your tummy."
But the plump girl was not at all abashed. She ran up the walk on to the porch and warmly greeted the little old woman who stood in the doorway.
"How-do, Jennie. Oh, my back and oh, my bones! Be careful, child! I"m kinder tottery to-day, and no mistake. Coming in, Helen Cameron?"