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"Yes; what is it?"
"Two of the scouts have just come in from the hills. They are sure the ranchers are coming to make war. Bands of white men are crossing the county to join the camp. It certainly looks owly, Major."
Curtis rose and went to the window. "The troops will be here by nine o'clock at the furthest, and the mob will not move till sunrise, and can't reach here, even by hard riding, before eleven."
"Shall I send a courier out to meet the troops and hurry them on?" asked Wilson, whose voice was untouched of fear.
"It might be well. Send Two Horns to me if you can find him. Keep silent as to these reports."
"All right, Major."
Curtis did not underestimate the dangers of the situation. If the troops did not arrive, and if the armed posse of the settlers should come and attempt to arrest Elk, war would follow, that was certain. Meanwhile he was one day's hard riding from either the fort or the telegraph line, with the settlers between, and no news could reach him for twenty-four hours.
At that very moment the morning papers were being distributed bearing a burden of calumny. The department would open his telegram in a few minutes, but the Secretary's reply could not reach him before sunset at the earliest, "and by that time I will be master of the situation or there will be war. I must parley--delay them, by any means, till the troops arrive. Colonel Daggett will forward the men at once--I hope under Maynard--and Jack is no sluggard. He will be here if only the Colonel takes action."
The sun rose as usual in a cloudless sky, but the wind was again in the northwest, and as he stood on the little porch looking up the valley he could see the smoke of the camp-fires in Grayman's camp, and beyond him the Crawling Elk and his people occupied a larger circle of s.h.i.+ning tepees. The two villages seemed as peaceful as if the people were waiting for their rations, but as he lifted his eyes to the hills he could see the mounted sentinels patiently waiting the coming of the sun, and he knew that beyond and to the east every b.u.t.te was similarly crested with spies. These people of the wide s.p.a.ces had their own signal service and were not to be taken unawares. Each movement of the enemy would be flashed from hill to hill, miles in advance of the beat of their horses' hoofs.
As he was returning to his library Elsie met him. "Good-morning, Captain. Did you sleep?"
"Oh yes, indeed!" He spoke as lightly as he could. "But my messengers reporting disturbed me a little during the early morning."
"With bad news?"
"Oh no, quite the contrary. I think we are well out of our difficulty."
"I'm sure I hope so. You look tired."
"I'm ashamed of it. You must have slept well--you are radiant. I am sorry I cannot promise you the Elk for a sitter to-day."
"I like him better as the leader of his people. Do we breakfast with the sheriff this morning?"
"That affliction is bearing down upon us," he replied. "He is even now moving morosely across the road. I fear he is in bad temper."
"I think I will be late to breakfast in that case," she said, with a little grimace, and fled.
Curtis greeted his guest pleasantly. "Good-morning, sheriff."
"Good-morning, Major. Have you seen anything of my deputy?"
"No; has he left you?"
"I didn't miss him till this morning," replied Winters, sourly. "But he's gone, horse and all."
"Well, the loss is not serious. Come in and break an egg with me."
Jennie was distinctly less cordial than before, but she made her unwelcome guest comfortable, and asked after his health politely. She was just pouring his second cup of coffee when the furious clanging of the office bell made them all start.
Curtis looked at his watch. "Good Heavens! It can't be the eight-o'clock bell. What time have you?"
"Seven thirty-three."
Curtis sprang up. "It's a signal of fire!"
At the word "fire" Jennie turned white and rose. Elsie came flying down-stairs, crying:
"The Indians are running!"
A wild shout arose, "Stop that bell!" and a moment later Wilson burst in at the door--"Major, the Indians are signalling from the b.u.t.tes--everybody is taking to the hills--the mob is coming."
Curtis gave Elsie one piercing look. "I hope you will trust me; you are in no danger, even if this alarm is true. I think it is a mistake. I will return soon and let you know. I beg you not to be alarmed."
The alarum was true. On the b.u.t.tes hors.e.m.e.n were riding to and fro excitedly crossing and recrossing the same ground--the sign which means an approaching enemy. On every hill-side mounted warriors were gathering and circling. Boys with wild halloos were bringing in the ponies. The women busy, swarming like bees, were dropping the tepees; even as the agent mounted the steps to the office and looked up the valley, the white canvases sank to the ground one by one as though melted by the hot sun. War times were come again, and the chanting cries of the old women came pulsing by on the soft west wind.
A grim smile settled on the agent's lips as he comprehended these preparations. He knew the history of these people and admired them for their skill and their bravery. War times were come again!
"Our cowboy friends have set themselves a memorable task in trying to wipe out this tribe. The ranchers never fight their own battles; they always call upon the federal government; and that is their purpose now, to stir up strife and leave the troops to bear the burden of the war."
"I don't see our fellers," said the sheriff, who was deeply excited.
"I'll ride to meet them."
"They are a long way off yet," said Curtis. "The Tetong sentinels have only signalled their start. I hope the troops are on the way," he said to the two girls who had followed and now stood close beside him as if for protection. Then he called to the sheriff, who had started for his horse: "I depend on you to keep off this invasion, sheriff. I warn you and your men that this entrance here at this time is a crime against Was.h.i.+ngton."
Winters did not reply, and Curtis knew that he would join the majority; being a candidate for re-election, he could not afford to run counter to the wishes of his const.i.tuents. Hastily mounting his horse, he galloped furiously away.
Curtis strained his eyes down the valley, hoping for a sight of the guidons of the --th.
"What can you do?" asked Elsie.
"Nothing but await the issue," he replied. "I have sent another courier to hasten the troops; it is now a race between the forces of law and of order. If the mob arrives first, I must delay them--prevent their advance if possible. There is nothing else to be done."
"Can we help?"
"I'm afraid not. There will be two or three hundred of the invaders this time, if the sheriff is to be believed. I am afraid to have you meet them. I think it better for you all to keep within doors."
"I wish my father knew--he could stop this!" wailed Elsie, in sudden realization of her helplessness. "He could wire the authorities in Pinon City. I know they would listen to him."
"Here come the Parkers!" said Jennie. "Now look out for squalls."
"I had forgotten them," said Curtis, with a comic look of dismay.
Parker was running, half dragging his poor, breathless wife, while in their rear Lawson appeared, walking calmly, quite irreproachable in a gray morning suit, and the sight of him was a comfort to Curtis, for his forces were practically reduced to Wilson and four or five clerks.
"Now, Captain, what are you going to do?" called Parker. "You let us into this--"
Being in no mood for squalls, Curtis cut Parker short. "Be quiet; don't be uselessly foolish. Try and conduct yourself like a reasonable human being. Jennie, go into the house, and take the ladies with you. You'll have all the women of the agency to look after in a few minutes. Lawson, I can depend on you--will you go over to the office with me?"
When they reached the office Lawson threw back his coat and displayed two wicked-looking revolvers. "I've been known to fight when pushed too far," he said, smilingly.