"Shut up, you fool!" called the sheriff, and, turning to Jenks, began to mutter in consultation. Curtis advanced a step, and raising his voice addressed the entire mob.
"As commander of this reservation, I order you to withdraw. Your presence here is unlawful and menacing. Retire to the boundary of the reservation, and I will use every effort to discover the murderer. If he is in the tribe I will find him and deliver him to the county authorities."
At this one of the same young ruffians who had challenged him before spurred his horse close to Curtis, and with his pistol in his hand shouted: "Not by a d---- sight. We come to take it out o" these thieves, and we"re goin" to do it. Go ahead, Winters--say the word and well clean out the whole tribe."
Curtis looked the youth in the eye. "My boy, I advise you to make war slowly, even with your mouth."
Calvin Streeter, with his teeth clinched, crowded his horse forward and struck the insolent hoodlum in the face with his hat. "Shut up, or I"ll pinch your neck off! Think you"re sheriff?" The belligerent retired, snarling wild curses.
Curtis addressed himself again to Winters, a.s.suming a tone of respect and confidence which he did not feel. "Mr. Winters, you are here as a representative of the courts of Pinon County. I call upon you, as sheriff, to disperse all these men, who are here without warrant of law!"
The sheriff hesitated, for the cattlemen were now furious and eager to display their valor. Many of them were of the roughest types of cowboys, the profane and reckless renegades of older communities, and being burdened with ammunition, and foolhardy with drink, they were in no mood to turn tail and ride away. They savagely bl.u.s.tered, flourishing their revolvers recklessly.
The sheriff attempted to silence them, and said, petulantly, to Curtis: "If I hadn"t come you"d "a" had a mob of two hundred armed men instead of twenty. I had hard work to keep "em back. I swore in these ten men as my deputies. This second crowd I don"t know anything about. They just happen to be here."
Curtis knew this to be a lie, but proceeded to cajole the sheriff by recognizing him and his authority.
"In that case I shall act." Addressing the leader of the second party, he said: "Sheriff Winters is the legal representative of the county; you are an unlawful mob, and I once more command you to leave the reservation, which is federal territory, under my command."
"No, you don"t! We stay right here!" shouted several.
"We"ll see whether the people of this State have any rights or not,"
said Jenks, deeply excited. "We won"t allow you to shield your murdering redskins under such a plea; we"ll be judge and jury in this case."
Curtis turned sharply to the sheriff: "Officer, do your duty! Dispose of this mob!" His tone was magnificently commanding. "I shall hold you responsible for further trouble," said Curtis, turning a long look on Winters, which stung.
The sheriff angrily addressed the crowd. "Get out o" this, boys. You"re twisting me all up and doing no good. Vamoose now! I"ve got all the help I need. I"m just as much obliged, but you"d better clear out." Then to his deputies, "Round "em up, boys, and send "em away."
Calvin"s face wore a smile of wicked glee as he called out:
"Now you fellers git!" and spurring his horse into their midst he hustled them. "Hunt your holes! You"re more bother than you are worth.
Git out o" here!"
While the sheriff and his deputies alternately pleaded and commanded the mob to withdraw, Lawson touched Curtis on the arm and pointed to the crests of the hills to the west. On every smooth peak a mounted sentinel stood, silent and motionless as a figure on a monument--watching the struggle going on before the agency gate.
"Behind every hill young warriors are riding," said Lawson. "By sundown every man and boy will be armed and ready for battle. If these n.o.ble citizens knew what you have saved them from they would bless you."
The mob of cattlemen retreated slowly, with many fierce oaths and a jangle of loud debate which Curtis feared each moment might break into a crackle of pistol shots.
"That was a good stroke," said Lawson. "It sets up division, and so weakens them. You will be able to handle the sheriff now."
XX
FEMININE STRATEGY
Having seen the hors.e.m.e.n ride away, Jennie and Elsie came across the road tense with excitement.
"Tell us all about it? Have they gone?"
"Who are they?"
"We hope they are gone," Curtis replied, as lightly as he could. "It was the sheriff of Pinon County and a lynching party. I have persuaded one mob to drive away the other. They were less dangerous than they seemed."
"See those heads!" exclaimed Lawson, pointing out several employes who were peering cautiously over roofs and around corners. "Not one has retained his hat," he added. "If the danger sharpens, off will come their shirts and trousers, and those belligerent white men will find themselves contending with six hundred of the best fighters in the world."
"We must temporize," said Curtis. "A single shot now would be disaster."
He checked himself there, but Lawson understood as well as he the situation.
Jennie was not yet satisfied. "Has the sheriff come for some one in particular?"
"No, he has no warrant, hasn"t even a clew to the murder. He is really at the lead of a lynching party himself, and has no more right to be here than the men he is driving away."
"What ought he to do?" asked Elsie.
"He should go home. It is my business as agent to make the arrest. I have only a half-dozen police, and I dare not attempt to force him and his party to leave the reservation."
"The whole situation is this," explained Lawson. "They"ve made this inquest the occasion for bringing all the hot-headed fools of the country together, and this is a bluff which they think will intimidate the Indians."
"They wouldn"t dare to begin shooting, would they?" asked Elsie.
"You can"t tell what such civilized persons will do," said Lawson. "But Curtis has the sheriff thinking, and the worst of it is over."
"Here they come again!" exclaimed Wilson, who surprised Curtis by remaining cool and watchful through this first mutiny.
At a swift gallop the sheriff and his posse came whirling back up the road--a wild and warlike squad--hardly more tractable than the redoubtables they had rounded up and thrown down the valley.
"I think you had better go in," said Curtis to Elsie. "Jennie, take her back to the house for a little while."
"No, let us stay," cried Elsie. "I want to see this sheriff myself. If we hear the talk we"ll be less nervous."
Curtis was firm. "This is no place for you. These cowboys have no respect for G.o.d, man, or devil; please go in."
Jennie started to obey, but Elsie obstinately held her ground.
"I will not! I have the right to know what is threatening me! I always hated to go below in a storm."
In a cloud of dust--with snorting of excited horses, the posse, with the sheriff at its head, again pulled up at the gate. The young men stared at the two daintily dressed girls with eyes of stupefaction. Here was an unlooked-for complication. A new element had entered the controversy.
The sheriff slid from his horse and gave a rude salute with his big brown fist.
"Howdy, ladies, howdy." It was plain he was deeply embarra.s.sed by this turn of affairs.
Elsie seized Curtis by the arm and whispered: "Introduce me to him--quick! Tell him who I am."
Curtis instantly apprehended her plan. "Sheriff Winters, this is Miss Brisbane, daughter of ex-Senator Brisbane, of Washington."