Billy"s eyes snapped.
"We settled all thet afore," said he, with outward calm.
"This yare outfit"s a-goin" too," reiterated the man.
"The h.e.l.l it is!" cried the scout angrily. "We all said no women and no poor hosses, and that goes. Yore hosses are a lot of crowbait, and----"
"The women is women as is women," cried another voice, "and not yore leetle white-faced, yaller-haired sort that"d keel over if yo" said boo to her!"
During the laconic dialogue, the schooners had gradually drawn nearer, until now they were grouped in a rough crescent around the two men.
Billy looked up to see a tall woman in blue gingham haranguing him from behind one of the seats.
"I reckon if she can go, we can; and you jest chalk that down, Mr.
Speckleface!" she went on. Billy was slightly pockmarked.
Other canvas flaps opened, and the audience was increased by half.
"We"re goin"," went on the woman, "whether you want us to or not; an"
what"s more, you got t" take care of us in the Injun country, an" if you don"t I"ll curse you from the grave, you white-livered, no "count cradle robber, you! Folks has some rights on the plains, an" you know it jest"s well as I do, an" if you think you can shake yore ole pals for a lot of no "count tenderfeet, an" not find trouble, you jest fools yoreself up a lot, let me tell you that. If Dave yere had th" sperrit of a coyote, he"d fix you, Mr. Seoul!" with vast contempt.
"You men are all alike! A pretty face----" began the virago again, but Billy had fled at speed.
The man, who had been chuckling silently, spat and threw the rifle into the hollow of his arm.
"Good for you, Susie," he remarked.
"You shut up!" replied Susie with acerbity, and retired within. The man had yet to learn that one should never voluntarily step within the notice of an angry woman.
The two wagon-trains proceeded as before--one behind the other by about half a mile.
At intervals Billy or Jim went back to expostulate. They might be able to undertake the responsibility of one woman, hardly of nine! But they never got a hearing, as all the conversation was vituperative and one-sided.
Alfred led the party to a deep, swift crossing of the Platte. By the aid of the extra ponies the ford was made without loss. The second party had a hard struggle, but emerged dripping and triumphant.
Billy and Jim were again put to rout in an attempt at mere verbal dissuasion.
Alfred took them roundabout through a piece of country, cut and gullied by rains. Some hills they climbed by the help of long ropes. The second party dragged their wagons up singly, using all their animals to each wagon. They lost some time, but the evening of the day following they strung out in the rear as imperturbably as ever. Alfred ordered all the riders into the wagons, and, by alternating the ponies, made forced marches, hoping thus to shake the others off. The others, however, discovering that Alfred"s party had been doubling and twisting through the worst country, detached a single rider, whose business it was to search out the directest and easiest route. Thus they caught up. Alfred discovered it too late, for they were now on the borders of the Indian country.
Here a serious problem presented itself. The second party had, up to now, made no attempt to close in and join forces. On entering the Indian country, they would certainly do so. The question was, whether they should be resisted or received.
If they were not repulsed, could they be brought through successfully?
If they were resisted, would the resistance be effective? One thing or the other must be decided immediately, for, whatever the policy adopted, it must be a settled policy before entering hostile ground.
In the contest of endurance, the score of men comprising the main party had taken part amusedly. They were under the command of the scouts.
When the scouts ordered speed, speed was made. When they said to climb hills, hills were climbed. When they advised difficult fords, the difficulties of crossing were overcome. If the other train had trouble keeping up with the procession, why, that was good enough fun. But actual resistance was a different matter. After all, according to their lights, these other men were entirely in the right. They had been excluded from the expedition, on the basis of a rule which had been agreed to after some grumbling; and now that the rule had been broken by the very framers of it, there seemed to be no longer fair grounds of exclusion; and therefore a certain rough sense of justice inclined them to take sides with the bearers of the pea rifles in the rear. At the same time, they felt the truth of Billy"s statement, that it would be impossible to get so unwieldy a caravan over the rough country and through the dangers to come. So, seeing reason on both sides, they maintained a guarded neutrality.
Resistance being out of the question, the three next considered the other horn of the dilemma. Alfred rode over to examine the prospective addition to the party. He found the animals in poor condition, partly because of the forced marches he had himself imposed. In his opinion they would not last out the journey, and he so reported, to the great consternation of the other two.
While they lamented, Prue came up and heard a part. She demanded the whole, and they told her frankly. The heroine of romance, realizing herself the cause of the trouble, would have offered to return with the other women, and so the whole question would have been resolved; but Prue was only a very nice little woman, in love with her husband. Her chief concern was not the triumph of eternal justice, but whether the whole expedition would come to nothing. She pondered.
"If you can"t keep them from going with us, and if you can"t get through if they do go with us," she said finally, "it seems to me that the only way to fix it would be to do something so they couldn"t go"--with which vague hint this Puritan looked wickedly at them all, and went away, clinching her small hands with anger. From the hint, they made a plan to which all three agreed.
Next morning Jim roused the camp an hour earlier than usual, and insisted on an immediate departure. The horses were hitched, and the breakfast things put away. Then Alfred rode over to the other camp, with Jim and Billy following at a little distance.
People start a camp on the plains, in a safe country, by arranging the wagons in a rough semicircle. Behind this semicircle the horses are hobbled, and left to graze. In front of it the cooking-fire is built.
During the night, besides the regular sentinels, one man is a.s.signed to ride herd, but this is unnecessary in full daylight; so at breakfast the horses are left to graze quite unprotected. In a hostile country, picket ropes and more care are needed. This party had so hobbled twenty-four animals--four for each wagon, which is a scant supply.
Alfred cantered rapidly up to the herd from the east. He had made a long detour, so as to approach in the eye of the sun. With the twelve chambers of his revolvers he killed eleven horses. As I have said, Alfred was one of the best pistol shots in the middle West; After this, he put spurs to his mount, and shot away like an arrow in the direction of his own camp.
The unsuspicious mountaineers, at breakfast, did not gather their wits until too late. Then eight of them leaped fiercely upon some of the remaining animals, and pursued the wagon-train, which, under the frantic urging of Billy and Jim, was already under way in close order.
A few of their bullets spattered against the wagon-bodies, and they wounded a horse.
This roused the other men. Neutrality was all right enough, but they could not afford to lose horses, so they made such a brave show of rifle muzzles that the eight fell back. Three to one was too big odds; but their rage was great.
Then Jim took his life in his hands, and rode a little way out on the prairie toward them, waving a white handkerchief. Somebody shot at him, and bored a hole through the looseness of his flannel shirt, whereupon he dismounted and dropped two horses with his new-model Winchester. His own horse was killed in the exchange, but Jim could take care of himself in frontier fashion.
Before the men could reload or move, Jim, imperturbably, arose from behind his dead mount, and waved his white handkerchief again. There was a moment"s hesitation, then someone returned the signal. Jim promptly advanced. His remarks were brief and businesslike, and were received in sullen silence.
"You fellows have got to go back," said he. "You have hosses enough left to get your women back with, by goin" slow. If you try to shoot us up any, we"ll kill every hoof you have. So don"t come any funny business."
He turned squarely on his heel, and walked away rapidly. He wanted to get his distance before the reaction came. Michal Lafond, no longer impa.s.sive, shook his rifle after him.
"You d.a.m.n skunk!" he shouted, hoa.r.s.e with anger. "Tell your d.a.m.n woman I"ll pull every hair from her head!"
Jim did not turn his head, but ducked into the long gra.s.s, where he wriggled along Indian fashion. Lafond, who had thrown his rifle into position for a shot, started forward in pursuit, his face twisted with pa.s.sion, but he was dragged back by main strength. Two of the horses bore double, and the little group turned sullenly toward the east.
The mood of the original party, after this incident, was grim. The bonds of plains brotherhood had been lightly broken.
Alfred had resorted to such desperate measures in making the best of undesirable conditions brought to pa.s.s by someone else.
Billy Knapp had done so because he had entered into a game, and declined to be beaten by anyone.
Jim alone was happy. He had done it solely and simply for a woman; and the woman had seen him fight for her.
V
LAFOND DESERTS
The eight men of the attacking party returned slowly to the little dip of land which held the temporary camp. They were defeated, baffled, and angry. If a stranger had accosted them at that moment, he would probably have been gruffly answered one minute and a.s.saulted the next.
But for the present they were silent. They were Anglo-Saxons and Tennessee mountaineers for the most part; hence they were also adaptable, and attuned to the fatalism that comes from much contemplating of cloud-capped peaks and wind-swept pines.
Not so with Michal Lafond, who alternately raved and wept, frantically brandishing his rifle. An impa.s.sive mountaineer sat behind him, holding him to the party. If not thus restrained, he would, in the heat of anger, have attacked the whole train single-handed, for he was brave enough in his way. The sober second-thought of the Indian in him might perhaps have caused him to pause on the brink of the charge and sink into the long gra.s.ses to await the chance of a more silent blow; but the impulse up to that point would have been real and whole-souled.
So it was now. The man raved as a maniac might. He called down the curses of heaven on his companions for cowards.
And in this, when he reached camp, he was ably seconded by the women.