"The white man"s body is found!"
"Where?" asked Curtis from the door-way.
"On the high ground near the spring. He has three bullet-holes in him.
Three cartridge-sh.e.l.ls were found where the horses" hoof-marks were. The ones who shot dismounted there and fired over a little knoll. There are many white men over there now; they are very angry. They are coming here--"
"Be silent! Come in here!" Once within the office, Curtis drew from Crow Wing all he knew. He was just in the midst of giving his orders when Wilson opened the door and said, quietly, though his voice had a tremulous intensity:
"Major, step here a moment."
Curtis went to the door. He could not restrain a smile, even while a cold chill went to his heart. Nothing could exceed the suddenness of the change which had swept over the agency. As he had stood in the office door ten minutes before, his ears had been filled with the clink-clank of the blacksmiths" hammers, the shouts of drivers, and the low laughter of young women on their way to the store. Crane"s Voice was. .h.i.tching up his team, while Lost Legs and Turkey Tail were climbing to the roof of the warehouse with pots of red paint. Peter Wolf was mending a mowing-machine, and his brother Robert was cutting wood behind the agency kitchen. All about he had observed groups of white-blanketed Indians smoking cigarettes in the shade of the buildings, while a crowd of nearly twenty others stood watching a game of duck-on-the-rock before the agency store.
Now as he looked over the yards not a redman could be seen at his work.
On every side the people, without apparent haste, but surely, steadily, and swiftly, were scattering. The anvil no longer cried out, the teamsters were silent, all laughter had ceased, the pots of paint sat scorching in the sun. There was something fiercely ominous as well as uncanny in this sudden, silent dispersion of a busy, merry throng, and Curtis, skilled in Indian signs, appreciated to the full the distrust of the white man here expressed. He understood this panic. The settlers had long threatened war. Now the pretext had come, and the sound of guns was about to begin.
"Wilson," said Curtis, calmly, "if the settlers fire a shot they will regret it. See Crane"s Voice, if you can find him, and send him to me."
He turned to Crow and signed: "Go tell your people I will not let the cowboys hurt them. Hurry! Call them all back. Tell them to go to work. I will call the soldiers, if necessary, to keep the white man away. There is no danger."
Crow was a brave and loyal man, and, weary as he was, hastened to carry out his orders. The call for "a.s.sembly" was rung on the signal-bell, and a few of the red employes responded. To them Curtis spoke rea.s.suringly, but his words were belied by Thomas Big Voice, the official interpreter, who was so scared his knees shook.
Curtis sent Wilson to quiet the teachers and hurried immediately to the studio, where Elsie was at work painting a portrait of old Chief Black Bull. The old man sprang to his feet the instant he caught sight of his agent"s face.
"Friend, what is the matter?" he asked.
To Elsie, Curtis said: "Do not be alarmed."
"There is no danger," he signed to Black Bull. "The white man"s body has been found near the spring. He was shot by two men with horses. The white men are coming to see me about it, but there is no need of alarm.
Tell your people to go quietly to their camps. I will protect them."
The old chief"s face grew sterner as he flung his blanket over his arm.
"I go to see," he said. "The white men are very angry."
"Wait!" called Curtis. "Keep your people quiet right where they are. You must help me. I depend on you. You must not alarm them."
"I will do as you command," Bull replied, as he went away, but it was plain he apprehended violence.
"What is the matter?" inquired Elsie.
"The settlers have discovered the body of the herder who was killed, and Crow brings word they are angry. I don"t think there is any danger, but I wish you and Jennie were at the fort for a few days. I don"t like to have you disturbed by these things."
It was their first meeting alone since their return from the camping-trip, but Elsie was too much concerned with the serious expression of his face to feel any embarra.s.sment.
"You don"t think there will be trouble?"
"No, only a distracting wrangle, which may prevent your getting models.
The Indians are nervous, and are even now getting out for the hills. But I hope you will not be alarmed."
"I"m not a nervous person."
"I know you"re not--that is the reason I dared to come and tell you what was going on. I deeply regret--"
Wilson rapped on the door. "Major, you are needed. Bow-legs reports two bodies of armed men riding up the valley; the dust of their horses"
hoofs can be seen. There are at least twenty men in the two squads,"
Wilson continued; "one came across from the West Fork, the other came from the south. It looks like a prearranged invasion."
"Very well, Wilson, I"ll be at the office in time to meet them."
Curtis turned on Elsie a look which went to her heart. His voice was low as he said: "Let me take you over to Jennie. I presume these men are coming to make a demand on me for the murderers. They may or may not know who the guilty ones are, but their coming in force by prearrangement has alarmed the people."
As she laid down her brushes and took up her hat she said, gleefully: "Father won"t be able to ask me what I know about war--will he? Will they begin shooting at once?"
"I don"t think they are likely to do anything as a body, but some reckless cowboy may do violence to some Tetong, which will rouse the tribe to retaliation. The settlers have too much sense to incite an outbreak." At the door he said: "I wish you would go to Jennie. Tell her not to get excited. I will let you know what it is all about as soon as I find out myself. It may be all a mistake."
As he was crossing the road Lawson joined him, and when they reached the gate before the office, several of the invaders had dismounted and were waiting the agent"s coming. There were eleven of them; all were deeply excited, and two or three of the younger men were observably drunk and reckless. Streeter, stepping forward, introduced a short, sullen-faced man as "Sheriff Winters, of Pinon County."
"What name?" said Curtis, as he shook hands pleasantly.
"Sheriff Winters," repeated Streeter.
"What is the meaning of all this?" queried Curtis.
"We have come for the man that killed Ed Cole. We are a committee appointed by a convention of three hundred citizens who are holding an inquest over the body," said Winters. "We have come for the murderer."
"Do you know who committed the murder?"
"No, but we know it was an Injun."
"How do you know it?" They hesitated. "Do you come as an officer of the law? Have you a warrant?"
"No, I have not, but we are determined--"
"Then I deny your right to be here. Your coming is an armed invasion of federal territory," said Curtis, and his voice rang like steel.
"Here comes the other fellers," called some one in the crowd. Turning his head, Curtis saw another squad of men filing down over the hill from the north. He counted them and made out fifteen. Turning sharply to the sheriff, he asked: "Who are those men?"
"I don"t know."
"Are you responsible for their coming?"
"No, sir, I am not!" the sheriff replied, plainly on the defence.
As the second squad came galloping up, the sheriff"s party greeted them with nods and low words. Curtis heard one man ask: "Where"s Charley? I thought he was coming," and became perfectly certain that this meeting had been prearranged. The new-comers mingled with the sheriff"s party quite indistinguishably and made no further explanation of their presence.
The young officer burned hot with indignation. "Sheriff Winters, order these men to retire at once. They have no business here!"
A mutter of rage ran over the mob and several hands dropped ostentatiously upon pistols.
One loud-voiced young whelp called out an insulting word. "You go to ----! We"ll retire when we get an Injun, not before!"