"He will!" she said, and coloured.
He coloured, too, feeling himself reproved. But from under the wide, battered felt that had supplanted the nubia, his eyes shone with no resentment, only fatherly tenderness.
"You wonder why I do not remain," he began, "so that Matthews could be sent away. I shall tell you."
She let the reins fall to the drag. "That isn"t it," she answered quickly. "We have no right to ask you to do anything after the way dad treated you. But the Colonel sent you over to tell us to look out.
Didn"t he? And he keeps a man over there--pays him to stay--and that man is a sight worse than an Indian!"
"I could have that man dismissed," he said slowly. "Please let me tell you why I don"t. In the first place, the Indians are beginning to act badly--very badly. They are invading Crow territory, and stealing from peaceful bands. They are molesting whites wherever they can find them, and murdering. So we can judge that there will be hard fighting. For the troops will seek to pay them up.
"Oh, Dallas, how I pray to see trouble stop! I am going to the Indians.
I know their leaders--have known them for ten years or more. I shall ask them to consider the good of their squaws and children and property, and ask them to accept reservation life. If they won"t, I shall beg a few of them to come in with me and at least talk treaty.
"That is the first reason for my going. The second is the Jamiesons. If I find those poor women, and tell their captors that the four chiefs here are in danger, I know mother and daughter will be handed over to me----"
"You"re right! You can save them!"
"G.o.d bless you for saying that! It won"t be pleasant with Matthews here----"
"But you must go. Never mind about Matthews."
"I cannot go without being satisfied that you and Marylyn will be safe.
The Colonel said----"
"The Colonel," she interrupted. Then, half resentfully, "Did the women folk send any word?"
He was mildly surprised. "N-n-no," he answered, "they didn"t, but----"
She laughed, and picked up the reins.
"Well, dad"ll never leave this quarter," she said decisively, "if _that"s_ what the Colonel wants."
The evangelist shook his head. ""Thou dwellest in the midst of a rebellious house,"" he quoted sadly. "Now, if you come to the Fort to live----"
"Matthews could move into the shack."
"Hardly that, with the backing you have. The boys at the post would never see Matthews take your home. Believe me, as long as you and your father care to live here, you can. Public opinion over there"--he pointed to Brannon--"is strong in your favour. And there is Lounsbury, too. Why, that man is helpless."
She averted her face.
"So you will lose nothing by coming to the Fort," he persisted, "while you may save a great deal--your lives!"
"Dad will never go to the Fort. He hates "em like poison."
"Yes--yes--he"s foolish and stiffnecked. For such is punishment meted out. See!" The ox-team was travelling toward them, prodded by the driver.
They stood in silence for a while.
"Then, go to Bismarck," urged David Bond, finally. "Stay there until the autumn."
"Live on what?" she asked.
From a hind pocket he slowly brought forth a narrow buckskin pouch, tied with a thong. He opened it, and emptied a handful of coins upon a palm.
"This is only a little," he said apologetically. "But it will help.
And--you must think first of your safety."
"I can"t take it," she said, her voice all gentleness. "Even if I did--what about next winter? I must stay and raise things. Don"t you see?"
"At Bismarck you would have a double market, Dallas. There is Fort Lincoln, and the town."
"I"d--I"d have to plow new ground," she went on. "And--we"d have to build again, and dig another well----"
"There are men in Bismarck who----"
Suddenly she lowered her voice and stepped nearer. "That"s just the reason dad wouldn"t go there," she said. "We"d be close to town. We"d have to meet folks. Here, he keeps away from the Fort, and you, and Mr.
Lounsbury--everyone but Charley."
"Oh--oh--oh," breathed the evangelist, helplessly.
"Now, you know. It"s no use. I don"t complain. But, he"s fastened to the Bend with a diamond hitch!"
"Now, I know!" David Bond exclaimed.
A halloo sounded from the shack. Facing that way they saw the section-boss. He was standing just outside the door, balanced on one crutch. The other he was thrusting angrily at the ground.
"You see!" said Dallas. "You see! And he can"t help it. Poor dad!"
The evangelist groaned and held out a hand. "Dear girl," he said, "it is good-by. G.o.d keep you all, and G.o.d help me! I see truly that you are tied; that I can do no good. The Colonel will surely take care that you are protected. Lounsbury and Charles will watch. I must go with that comforting knowledge. My love to Marylyn--Good-by."
She steadied her voice to answer. "I watch," she said. "I don"t sleep well, so it"s easy. If they heard a gun at Brannon----"
He raised his hand to bless her. Then, without speaking again, walked slowly away. She unhooked the tugs and headed the mules for home.
"Wal," called her father, sarcastically, as she approached, "what"s thet ol" sniffler want? Is day aft" t"morrow th" en" o" th" world?"
She ignored his questions, and told him of the warning.
Instantly, his anger rose. Planting himself before her, he shook a finger close to her face. "So th" Kunnel"s tryin" t" skeer us, is he?"
he demanded. "Tryin" t" git us t" come in an" leave th" Ben".
Wal!--ain"t we right under his nose? Kain"t he watch out fer us? W"at"s he here fer? W"at"s he paid fer?"
Then, riding in on the tide of his wrath, came dark suspicion. "An"
w"at"s he so crazy t" git us away fer?" he queried. "Yah! yah! Ah"d like t" know--Ah do know! He"s got thet low-down card-sharp of a Matthews fer his interpreter. He knows thet card-sharp wants this lan". _Thet"s_ his game! _An" he kain"t fool me!_"
"Maybe, maybe," said Dallas, leaving him to stand beside Marylyn. "But, of course, dad, we mustn"t forget that he"s warned the other folks on this side, too."
Her father glared at her. "You takin" his part, _ain"t_ y"?" he said.
"M-m-m! how"s thet? Are _you_ so all-fired anxious t" git t" Brannon?"