"Can we ford above and come in behind them?"
"We mout. Send half straight to the ford an" half come in behind, through the willers, huh? That"d put "em atween three fires. Ef we driv"
"em on the wagons they"d get h.e.l.l thar, an" ef they broke, the wagons could chase "em inter us again. I allow we"d give "em h.e.l.l. Hit"s the Crows I"m most a-skeered of. The Bannacks--ef that"s who they was--"ll run easy."
At sunset of that day the emigrants, now half mad of thirst, and half ready to despair of succor or success, heard the Indian drums sound and the shrilling of the eagle-bone whistles. The Crows were chanting again.
Whoops arose along the river bank.
"My G.o.d! they"re coming!" called out a voice.
There was a stir of uneasiness along the line, an ominous thing. And then the savage hosts broke from their cover, more than a thousand men, ready to take some loss in their hope that the whites were now more helpless. In other circ.u.mstances it must have been a stirring spectacle for any who had seen it. To these, cowering in the sand, it brought terror.
But before the three ranks of the Crows had cleared the cover the last line began to yell, to whip, to break away. Scattering but continuous rifle fire followed them, war cries arose, not from savages, but white men. A line of riders emerged, coming straight through to the second rank of the Crow advance. Then the beleaguered knew that the Missourians were up.
"Banion, by G.o.d!" said a voice which few stopped to recognize as Woodhull"s.
He held his fire, his rifle resting so long through the wagon wheel that Caleb Price in one swift motion caught it away from him.
"No harm, friend," said he, "but you"ll not need this just now!"
His cold eye looked straight into that of the intending murderer.
The men in the wagon park rose to their work again. The hidden Bannacks began to break away from their lodgment under the river bank. The sound of hoofs and of shouts came down the trail. The other wing of the Missourians flung off and cleared the ford before they undertook to cross, their slow, irregular, deadly rifle fire doing its work among the hidden Bannacks until they broke and ran for their horses in the cottonwoods below. This brought them partly into view, and the rifles of the emigrants on that side bore on them till they broke in sheer terror and fled in a scattered _sauve qui peut_.
The Crows swerved under the enfilading fire of the men who now crossed the ford. Caught between three fires, and meeting for their first time the use of the revolver, then new to them, they lost heart and once more left their dead, breaking away into a mad flight west and north which did not end till they had forded the upper tributaries of the Green and Snake, and found their way back west of the Tetons to their own country far east and north of the Two-go-tee crossing of the Wind River Mountains; whence for many a year they did not emerge again to battle with the white nation on the Medicine Road. At one time there were forty Crow squaws, young and old, with gashed b.r.e.a.s.t.s and self-amputated fingers, given in mourning over the unreturning brave.
What many men had not been able to do of their own resources, less than a fourth their number now had done. Side by side Banion, Jackson, a half dozen others, rode up to the wagon gap, now opened. They were met by a surge of the rescued. Women, girls threw themselves upon them, kissing them, embracing them hysterically. Where had been gloom, now was rejoicing, laughter, tears.
The leaders of the emigrants came up to Banion and his men, Wingate in advance. Banion still sat his great black horse, coldly regarding them.
"I have kept my promise, Captain Wingate," said he. "I have not come until you sent for me. Let me ask once more, do I owe you anything now?"
"No, sir, you do not," replied the older man.
"And do you owe me anything?"
Wingate did not answer.
"Name what you like, Major Banion," said a voice at his shoulder--Caleb Price.
Banion turned to him slowly.
"Some things have no price, sir," said he. "For other things I shall ask a high price in time. Captain Wingate, your daughter asked me to come.
If I may see her a moment, and carry back to my men the hope of her recovery, we shall all feel well repaid."
Wingate made way with the others. Banion rode straight through the gap, with no more than one unseeing glance at Woodhull, near whom sat Jackson, a pistol resting on his thigh. He came to the place under a wagon where they had made a hospital cot for Molly Wingate. It was her own father and mother who lifted her out as Will Banion sprang down, hat in hand, pale in his own terror at seeing her so pale.
"No, don"t go!" said the girl to her parents. "Be here with us--and G.o.d.""
She held out her arms and he bent above her, kissing her forehead gently and shyly as a boy.
"Please get well, Molly Wingate," said he. "You are Molly Wingate?"
"Yes. At the end--I couldn"t! I ran away, all in my wedding clothes, Will. In the dark. Someone shot me. I"ve been sick, awfully sick, Will."
"Please get well, Molly Wingate! I"m going away again. This time, I don"t know where. Can"t you forget me, Molly Wingate?"
"I"m going to try, Will. I did try. Go on ahead, Will," she added. "You know what I mean. Do what I told you. I--why, Will!"
"My poor lamb!" said the strong voice of her mother, who gathered her in her arms, looking over her shoulder at this man to whom her child had made no vows. But Banion, wet eyed, was gone once more.
Jackson saw his leader out of the wagon gap, headed for a camping spot far apart. He stumbled up to the cot where Molly lay, her silent parents still close by.
"Here, Miss Molly, gal," said he, holding out some object in his hand.
"We both got a arrer through the shoulder, an" mine"s a"most well a"ready. Ain"t nothin" in the world like a good chaw o" tobackers to put on a arrer cut. Do-ee, now!"
CHAPTER x.x.xIII
THE FAMILIES ARE COMING!
The Missourians camped proudly and coldly apart, the breach between the two factions by no means healed, but rather deepened, even if honorably so, and now well understood of all.
Most men of both parties now knew of the feud between Banion and Woodhull, and the cause underlying it. Woman gossip did what it might. A half dozen determined men quietly watched Woodhull. As many continually were near Banion, although for quite a different reason. All knew that time alone must work out the answer to this implacable quarrel, and that the friends of the two men could not possibly train up together.
After all, when in sheer courtesy the leaders of the Wingate train came over to the Missouri camp on the following day there came nearer to being a good understanding than there ever had been since the first break. It was agreed that all the wagons should go on together as far as Fort Bridger, and that beyond that point the train should split into two or perhaps three bodies--a third if enough Woodhull adherents could be found to make him up a train. First place, second and third were to be cast by lot. They all talked soberly, fairly, with the dignity of men used to good standing among men. These matters concluded, and it having been agreed that all should lie by for another day, they resolved the meeting into one of better fellowship.
Old Bill Jackson, lying against his blanket roll, fell into reminiscence.
"Times past," said he, "the Green River Rendyvous was helt right in here. I"ve seed this place spotted with tepees--hull valley full o"
Company men an" free trappers an" pack-train people--time o" Ashley an"
Sublette an" my Uncle Jackson an" all them traders. That was right here on the Green. Ever"body drunk an" happy, like I ain"t now. Mounting men togged out, new leggin"s an" moccasins their womern had made, warriors painted up a inch o" their lives, an" women with bra.s.s wire an" calico all they wanted--maybe two-three thousand people in the Rendyvous.
"But I never seed the gra.s.s so short, an" I never seed so much fightin"
afore in all my life as I have this trip. This is the third time we"re jumped, an" this time we"re lucky, sh.o.r.e as h.e.l.l. Pull on through to Bridger an" fix yer wagons afore they tumble apart. Leave the gra.s.s fer them that follows, an" git on fur"s you kin, every wagon. We ain"t likely to have no more trouble now. Pile up them braves in one heap fer a warnin" to any other bunch o" reds that may come along to hide around the wagon ford. New times has come on the Green."
"Can you travel, Jackson?" asked Hall of Ohio. "You"ve had a hard time."
"Who? Me? Why shouldn"t I? Give me time to pick up some o" them bows an" arrers an" I"m ready to start. I noticed a right fine horn bow one o" them devils had--the Crows allus had good bows. That"s the yaller-an"-red brave that was itchin" so long to slap a arrer through my ribs from behind. I"d like to keep his bow fer him, him not needin" it now."
Before the brazen sun had fully risen on the second day these late peaceful farmers of Ohio, Iowa, Illinois, Indiana, Missouri, were plodding along once more beside their sore-footed oxen; pa.s.sing out unaided into a land which many leading men in the Government, North and South, and quite aside from political affiliations, did not value at five dollars for it all, though still a thousand miles of it lay ahead.
"Oh, then, Susannah!" roared Jed Wingate, trudging along beside Molly"s wagon in the sand. "Don"t you cry fer me--I"m going through to Oregon, with my banjo on my knee!"
Fair as a garden to the sun-seared eyes of the emigrants seemed the mountain post, Fort Bridger, when its rude stockade separated itself from the distortions of the desert mirage, whose citadels of silence, painted temples fronted with colossal columns, giant sphinxes, vast caryatids, lofty arches, fretwork facades, fantastically splendid castles and palaces now resolved themselves into groups of squat pole structures and a rude stock corral.