He looked at her with eyes that were wistful and searching.
"Yes. It is a sad ending, but perhaps Captain Maynard will be here to-morrow with a troop of cavalry, and--I--think I must ask him to escort you to the railway."
"But the danger will be over then."
"To your father it will seem to be intensifying."
"I will not go on that account! I feel that the safest place will be right here with you, for your people love you. I am not afraid when I am near you."
Curtis suddenly realized how dangerously sweet it was to sit in his own library with Elsie in that mood seated opposite him. The sound of a tapping on the window relieved the tension of the moment.
"Another of my faithful boys," he said, rising quickly. Then, turning to her with a tenderness almost solemn, he added: "Miss Brisbane, I hope you feel that if danger really threatened I would think of you first of all. You will stay with Jennie to-night?"
"If you think best, but we want to know all that goes on. I can"t bear to be battened down like pa.s.sengers in a storm at sea; there is nothing so trying to nerves. I want to be on deck with the captain if the storm breaks."
"Very well. I promise not to leave you in ignorance," and, raising the curtain, he signed to the man without to enter. It was Crow, the captain of the police, a short man with a good-humored face, now squared with serious dignity.
"Two Dog has just come in from Willow Creek," he reported. "He says the cattlemen are still camped by Johnson"s ranch. They all held a council this afternoon."
"Are any of the head men here?"
"Yes, they are all at my tepee. They want to see you very bad."
"Tell them to come over at once; the council will take place here. I want you, but no more of the police. I want only the head men of each band."
After the officer went out Curtis moved the easy-chairs to the back of the room and set plain ones in a semicircular row at the front. Hardly was he settled when Elk, Grayman, and Two Horns entered the room, and, after formally shaking hands, took the seats a.s.signed them. Their faces, usually smiling, were grave, and Grayman"s brow was knotted with lines of anxiety. He was a small man, with long, brown hair, braided and adorned with tufts of the fine feathers which grow under the eagle"s wings. He was handsome and neatly dressed, the direct ant.i.thesis to Crawling Elk, who was tall and slovenly, with a homely, grandfatherly face deeply seamed with wrinkles, a face that would be recognized as typical of his race. He seemed far less concerned than some of the others.
Two Horns, also quite at his ease, unrolled his pipe and began filling it, while Curtis resumed his writing.
Jennie, looking in at the door, recognized the chiefs, and they all rose politely to greet her.
"I"m coming to the council," she said to Two Horns.
He smiled. "Squaws no come council--no good."
"No, no, heap good," she replied. "We come. Chiefs heap talk--we catchim coffee."
"Good, good!" he replied. "After council, feast."
One by one the other chiefs slipped in and took their places, till all the bands were represented save that of Red Wolf, who was too far away to be reached. Curtis then sent for the sheriff and Calvin and Elsie and Lawson, and when all were seated began his talk by addressing the chieftains. He spoke in English, in order that the sheriff could hear all that was said, and Lawson interpreted it into Sioux.
"You know this young man"--he pointed at Calvin. "Some of you know this man"--he touched the sheriff. "He is the war chief of all the country beyond where Grayman lives. He comes to tell us that a herder has been killed over by the Muddy Spring. He thinks it was done by an Indian. The white people are very angry, and they say that you must find the murderer. Do you know of any one who has threatened to do this thing?"
One by one the chiefs replied: "I do not know who did this thing. I have heard no one speak of it as a thing good to be done. We are all sad."
Two Horns added a protest. "I think it hard that a whole tribe should suffer because the white man thinks one redman has done a wrong thing."
Grayman spoke sadly: "My people have had much trouble because the cattlemen want to drive their herds up the Willow, and we are like men who guard the door. On us the trouble falls. It is our duty--the same as you should say to a policeman, "Do not let anybody come in my house."
Therefore we have been accused of killing the cattle and stealing things. But this is not true. I remembered your words, and I did nothing to make these people angry; but some of my young men threw stones to drive the sheep back, and then the herder fired at them with revolver.
This was not our fault."
"He lies!" said the sheriff, hotly, when this was interpreted. "No one has fired a gun but his reckless young devils. His men were riding down the sheep, and the herder rocked "em away."
"You admit the sheep were on the reservation, then?" asked Curtis.
"Well--yes--temporarily. They were being watered."
"Well, we won"t go into that now," said Curtis, turning to the chiefs and speaking with great solemnity, using the sign-language at times. And as he sat thus fronting the strongly wrought, serious faces of his head men he was wholly admirable, and Elsie"s blood thrilled with excitement, for she felt herself to be in the presence of primeval men.
"Now, Grayman, Elk, Two Horns, Standing Elk, Lone Man, and Crow, listen to me. Among white men it is the law that when any one has done a wrong thing--when he steals or murders--he is punished. If he kills a man he is slain by the chief, not by the relatives of the man who is slain. As with you, I am here to apply the white man"s rule. If a Tetong has shot this herder he must suffer for it--he and no one else. I will not permit the cattlemen to punish the tribe. If you know who did this, it is your duty to give him up to the law. It is the command of the Great Father--he asks you to go back to your people and search hard to find who killed this white man. When you find him bring him to me. Will you do this?"
No one answered but Two Horns, who said, "Ay, we will do as you say,"
and his solemnity of utterance attested his sincerity.
"Listen to me," said Curtis again, fixing their eyes with his dramatic action. "If my only brother had done this thing, I would give him up to be punished. I would not hesitate, and I expect you to do the same."
"It is always thus," Standing Elk broke out. "The cattlemen wish to punish all redmen for what one bad young warrior does. We are weary of it."
"I know it has been so, but it shall not be so again, not while I am your chief," Curtis responded. "Will you go home and do as I have commanded? Will you search hard and bring me word what you discover?"
One by one they muttered, "Ay!" and Curtis added, heartily: "That is good--now you may go."
"I want to say a word," said the sheriff.
"Not now," replied Curtis. "These people are in my charge. Whatever is said to them I will say," and at his gesture they rose, and Crow, Standing Elk, and Lone Man went soberly out into the night.
Grayman approached Curtis and took his hand in both of his and pressed it to his breast. "Little Father, I have heard your words; they are not easy to follow, but they have entered my heart. No white man has ever spoken to me with your tongue. You do not lie; your words are soft, but they stand like rocks--they do not melt away. My words shall be like yours--they will not vanish like smoke. What I have promised, that I will fulfil." As he spoke his slight frame trembled with the intensity of his emotion, and his eyes were dim with tears, and his deep, sweet voice, accompanying his gestures, thrilled every soul in the room. At the end he dropped the agent"s hand and hastened from the house like one afraid of himself.
Curtis turned to Lawson to hide his own emotion. "Mr. Lawson, I a.s.sume the sheriff is as tired as the rest of us; will you show him the bed you were kind enough to offer?"
"Sheriff Winters, if you will come with me I"ll pilot you to a couch. It isn"t downy, but it will rest a tired man. Calvin, you are to bunk alongside."
"All right, professor." Calvin rose reluctantly, and as he stood in the door he said, in a low voice, to Jennie, "Now if you want me any time just send for me."
"Hold the sheriff level--that"s what you do for us."
"I"ll see that he don"t get gay," he replied, and his hearty confidence did them all good.
After the sheriff and his deputy went out, Elsie said: "Oh, it was wonderful! That old man who spoke last must be the Edwin Booth of the tribe. He was superbly dramatic."
"He took my words very deeply to heart. That was Grayman, one of the most intelligent of all my head men; but he has had a great deal of trouble. He comprehends all too much of the tragedy of his situation."
Elsie sat with her elbows on the table, gazing in silence towards the empty fireplace. She looked weary and sad.
Curtis checked himself. "I regret very deeply the worry and discomfort all this brings upon you."
"Oh, I"m not thinking of myself this time, I am thinking of the hopeless task you have set yourself. You can"t solve this racial question--it"s too big and too complicated. Men are simply a kind of ferocious beast.
They go to work killing each other the way chickens eat gra.s.shoppers."