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"Don't say a word. They won't see anything suspicious."
There was something irresistibly funny in the calm stateliness of the blond Parker as he led the way past the store which was deserted of its patrons, past the school-house where the students were quivering with excitement, and close beside the office behind whose doors Curtis was still in legal battle with the sheriff.
Jennie met her visitors at the gate, her hands clinched in the effort to control her laughter. "You are late. Are you hungry?" she asked.
"Famished!" said Parker. "I had to ride slow on Mrs. Parker's account."
"I like that!" cried Jennie. "As if any one could be a worse rider than you are."
"How do women get off, anyway?" asked Parker, as he approached his wife's pony.
"Fall off," suggested Jennie, and this seemed so funny that she and Elsie went off into simultaneous hysterical peals of laughter.
"You are easily amused," remarked Parker, eying them keenly. "Laugh on; it is good for digestion. Excuse me from joining; I haven't anything to digest."
Putting his angular shoulder to Mrs. Parker's waist, he eased her to the ground awkwardly but tenderly. Upon facing the girls again and discovering them still in foolish mirth, Parker looked himself all over carefully, then turned to his wife. "We seem to be affording these young ladies a great deal of hearty pleasure, Mrs. Parker."
Mrs. Parker was not so dense. "What is the matter?" she asked, sharply.
"What has happened? This laughter is not natural--you are both hysterical."
Both girls instantly became as grave as they had been hilarious a moment before.
"Now I _know_ something is wrong," said Mrs. Parker. "Where is the Captain? What made you laugh that way? Have the savages broken out?"
Jennie met Parker's eyes fairly popping from his head, and went off into another shout. At last she paused and said, breathlessly: "Oh, you are funny! Come into the house. We've been entertaining a lynching party--all the Indians are in the hills and the sheriff's in the office throttling the agent."
While the Parkers consumed their crusts of bread and sc.r.a.ps of cold meat, Jennie told them what had happened.
Parker rose to the occasion. "We must get out o' here--every one of us!
We should never have come in here. Your brother is to blame; he deceived us."
"He did not!" replied Jennie. "You shall not hold him responsible!"
"He knew the situation was critical," Parker hotly retorted. "He knew an outbreak was likely. It was criminal on his part."
"Jerome Parker, you are a donkey," remarked Elsie, calmly. "Nothing has really happened. If you're so nervous, go home. You can't sculp an Indian, anyway--gra.s.shoppers and sheep are in your line." She had reverted to the plain talk of the studios. "Your nervousness amused us for a while, but it bores us now. Please shut up and run away if you are afraid."
"You're not very nice," said Mrs. Parker, severely.
"I don't think it's very manly of your husband when he begins to blame Captain Curtis for an invasion of cowboys."
"You admitted you were scared," pursued Parker.
"Well, suppose we were, we didn't weep and complain; we set to work to tide over the crisis."
Jennie put in a word. "If you'd feel safer in the camp of the enemy, Mr.
Parker, we'll set you down the valley with the settlers. I intend to stay right here with my brother."
"So do I," added Elsie; "if there is danger it is safer here than with the cowboys; but the mob is gone, and the Captain and Osborne will see that we are protected."
Meanwhile the office resounded with the furious argument of the sheriff.
"The whole western part of the State is disgusted with the way in which these Indians escape arrest. They commit all kinds of depredations, and not one is punished. This has got to stop. We intend to learn this tribe it can't hide thieves and murderers any longer." He ended, bl.u.s.tering like a northwest wind.
"Produce your warrants and I'll secure the men," replied Curtis, patiently. "You shall not punish a whole tribe on a pure a.s.sumption. You must come to me with a proper warrant for a particular man, and when you receive him from me you must prove his guilt in court. As the case now stands, you haven't the slightest evidence that an Indian killed this herder, and I will not give over an innocent man to be lynched by you."
As the sheriff stormed up and down the floor Lawson said, in a low voice: "Delay--delay."
Curtis, who had been writing a note, slipped it to Lawson, who rose and went out of the door. Curtis continued to parley.
"I appreciate your feeling in this matter, Mr. Sheriff, and I am willing to do what is right. I have called a council of my head men to-night, and I will ask them to search for the murderer. An Indian cannot keep a secret. If one of the Tetongs killed your herder he will tell of it. I again suggest that you go back to your people and a.s.sure them of my willingness to aid in this affair. Give me three days in which to act."
"That crowd will not be satisfied unless we bring an Injun with us.
We've got to do that or they'll come rompin' in here and raise h.e.l.l with you. I propose to take old Crawling Elk himself and hold him till the tribe--"
"If you attempt such a crime I will put you off the reservation,"
replied Curtis, sharply.
"Put me off! By ----, I think I see you doing that! Why, the whole State would rise and wipe you and your tribe out of existence." He turned threateningly and towered over Curtis, who was seated.
"Be quiet, and keep your distance, or I'll put you in irons! Sit down!"
These words were not spoken loudly, but they caused the sheriff's face to blanch and his knees to tremble. There was a terrifying, set glare in the officer's eyes as he went on:
"What do you suppose would be the consequences of firing upon a captain of the United States army in the discharge of his duty, by a sheriff acting outside the law? You have only three men out there, and one of them is my friend, and you know the quality of Calvin Streeter. I am still in command of this reservation, Mr. Sheriff."
Lawson re-entering at this moment, Curtis said: "Ask Streeter to come in, will you, Mr. Lawson?"
Calvin entered smilingly. "Well, what's the up-shot?" he asked.
"It is this, Calvin. The sheriff has no warrant for anybody, not even for a suspect. I have asked him to go back and wait till I can find some clew to the murderer. Do you consider that reasonable?"
"It sounds fair," admitted Calvin, growing grave.
"Now the question of whether the State or county authority covers a federal reservation or not is too big a question for us to settle. You see that, Calvin?"
Calvin scratched his head. "It sure is too many fer me."
"Now I'll compromise in this case, Mr. Sheriff. You discharge the rest of your deputies and send them away, while you and Calvin remain with me to attend a council--not to arrest anybody, but to convince yourself of my good-will in the matter. I will not permit you to be armed nor to arrest any of my Indians until we know what we are doing. When we secure evidence against any man I will arrest him myself and turn him over to you. But I insist that you send away the men in the outer office."
Calvin spoke up. "I reckon the Major's right, sheriff. How ye goin' to arrest a man if you don't know who he is? I reckon you better do as he says. I ain't a-lookin' fer no fuss with the agent, and the United States army only fifty miles off."
The sheriff growled surlily. "All right, but there ain't no monkey business about this. I get my man sooner or later, you bet your heart on that." As he went out into the general office and announced the agent's demand, Green blurted out defiant phrases.
"I'll be d.a.m.ned if I would! No--stick it out! Do? Why, take old Elk and hold him till the tribe produces the right man--that's the way we always done before."
The arguments of Calvin could not be heard, but at last he prevailed, and the sullen deputies withdrew. The sheriff scrawled a hasty note to the county attorney to explain his failure to bring his man, and the three deputies went out to saddle up. Their cursing was forceful and varied, but they went.
Parker, seeing them come forth, met them, inquiring anxiously: