but thoroughly understandable sketch of the trail they had taken and the camps they had made, and the distance they believed the four thieves had travelled ahead of them.
He marked the camp where their horses had been stolen from them and told how long they had waited there until the horses of their own accord returned to camp; thirteen horses, he explained to the old Navajo. He drew a rough square to indicate the square butte, sketched the fork of the trail there and told how four men had turned to the north on a false trail, while he and four others had gone around the southern end of the hill. He calmly made plain that at the end of both false trails a trap had been laid, that Indians had fired upon white men and for no just cause. Why was this so? Why had Indians surrounded them back there in the grove and tried to kill them? Why were Indians shooting at them from the ledge of rocks that circled this little basin ? They had no quarrel with the Navajos. They were chasing thieves, to take them to jail.
Folded swelteringly in his red blanket, the old Indian sat humped forward a little, smoking 280
PEACE TALK
slowly his cigarette and studying the sketch Luck had drawn for him. With aching head and parched throat and hungry stomach, Luck sat cross-legged on the hot sand and waited, and would not let his face betray any emotion at all. Up on the rim-rock brown faces peered down steadfastly at the pow-wow. And back among the rocks and bushes the Happy Family waited restively with eyes turning in all directions guarding against treachery; and Lite, whose bullets always went straight to the spot where they were aimed, stood and stared fixedly over his rifle sights at the red-blanketed figure squatted in the sand and kept his finger crooked upon the trigger. Beside him Ap-plehead fidgeted and grumbled and called Luck names for being so dang slow, and wondered if those two out there meant to sit and chew the rag all day.
The Indian leaned and traced Luck's trail slowly with his finger. Did the four white men come that way ? he asked in sign. And then, had Luck seen them? Was he sure that he was following the four who had stolen money in Albuquerque ?
Come to think of it, Luck was not sure to the 281
THE HERITAGE OF THE SIOUX
point of being able to take oath that it was so. He traced again where the hoofprints had been discovered near the stalled automobile, and signed that the six horses they believed to have belonged to the four who had taken two horses packed with food and blankets — and the stolen money.
Then suddenly Luck remembered that, for proof of his story, he had a page of the Evening Herald in his pocket, torn from a copy he had bought on the streets the evening after the robbery. He pulled the folded paper out, spread it before the other and pointed to the article that told of the robbery. " Call some young man of your tribe who can read," he signed. " Let him read and tell you if I have spoken the truth."
The Indian took the paper and looked at it curiously.
Now, unless Applehead or some other hot-head spoiled things, Luck believed that things would smooth down beautifully. There had been some misunderstanding, evidently — else the Indians would never have manifested all this old-fashioned hostility.
The blanketed one showed himself a true diplo-282
PEACE TALK
mat. " Call one of your white men, that there may be two and two," he gestured. And he added, with the first words he had spoken since they met, " Hablo espafiol ? »
Well, if he spoke Spanish, thought Luck, why the deuce hadn't he done it at first ? But there is no fathoming the reticence of an Indian — and Luck, by a sudden impulse, hid his own knowledge of the language. He stood up and turned toward the rocks, cupped his hands around his lips and called for the Native Son. " And leave your rifle at home," he added as an afterthought and in the interests of peace.
The Indian turned to the rim-rock, held up the fragment of newspaper and called for one whom he called Juan. Presently Juan's Stetson appeared above the ledge, and Juan himself scrambled hastily down the rift and came to them, grinning with his lips and showing a row of beautifully even teeth, and asking suspicious questions with his black eyes that shone through narrowed lids.
Miguel, arriving just then from the opposite direction, sized him up with one heavy-lashed glance and nodded negligently. He had left his 283
THE HERITAGE OF THE SIOUX
rifle behind him as he had been told, but his six-shooter hung inside the waistband of his trousers where he could grip it with a single drop of his hand. The Native Son, lazy as he looked, was not taking any chances.
The old Indian explained in Navajo to the young man who eyed the two white men while he listened. Of the blanket-vending, depot-haunting type was this young man, with a ready smile and a quick eye for a bargain and a smattering of English learned in his youth at a mission, and a larger vocabulary of Mexican that lent him fluency of speech when the mood to talk was on him. Half of his hair was cut so that it hung even with his ear-lobes. At the back it was long and looped up in the way a horse's tail is looped in muddy weather, and tied with a grimy red ribbon wound round and round it. He wore a green-and-white roughneck sweater broadly striped, and the blue overalls that inevitably follow American civilization into the wild places.
" 'S hot day," he announced unemotionally, and took the paper which the red-blanketed one held out to him. His air of condescension could not 284
PEACE TALK
hide the fact that behind his pride at being able to read print he was unhappily aware also of his limitations in the accomplishment. Along the scare-head Luck had indicated, his dirty forefinger moved slowly while he spelled out the words. " A-a-bank rob! " he read triumphantly, and repeated the statement in Spanish. After that he mumbled a good deal of it, the longer words arresting his finger while he struggled with the syllables. But he got the sense of it nevertheless, as Luck and Miguel knew by the version he gave in Spanish to the old Indian, with now and then a ISTavajo word to help out.
When he came to the place where Eamon Chavez and Luis Eojas were named as the thieves, he gave a grunt and looked up at Luck and Miguel, read in their faces that these were the men they sought, and grinned.
" Me, I know them feller," he declared unexpectedly. " Dat day I seen them feller. They go-"
The old Indian touched him on the shoulder, and Juan turned and repeated the statement in Spanish. The old man's eyes went to Luck understandingly 285
THE HERITAGE OF THE SIOUX
while he asked Juan a question in the Navajo tongue, and afterwards gave a command. He turned his eyes upon the Native Son and spoke in Spanish. " The men you want did not come this way/' he said gravely. " Juan will tell."
" Yes, I know dat Ramon Chavez. I seen him dat day. I'm start for home, an' I seen Ramon Chavez an' dat Luis Eojas an' one white feller — I'm don't know dat feller. They don't got red car. They got big, black car. They come outa corral — scare my horse. They go 'cross railroad. I go 'cross rio. One red car pass me. I go along, bimeby I pass red car in sand. Ramon Chavez, he don't go in dat car. I don't know them feller. Ramon Chavez he go 'cross railroad in big black car."
" Then who was it we've been trailing out this way ? " Luck asked the question in Spanish and glanced from one brown face to the other.
The older Indian shifted his moccasined feet in the sand and looked away. " Indians," he said in Mexican. " You follow, Indians think you maybe take them away — put 'm in jail. All friends of them Indians pretty mad. They come fight you. 286
PEACE TALK
I hear, I come to find out what's fighting about."
Luck gazed at him stupidly for a moment until the full meaning of the statement seeped through the ache into his brain. He heaved a great sigh of relief, looked at the Native Son and laughed.
" The joke's on us, I guess," he said. " Go back and tell that to the boys. I'll be along in a minute."
Juan, grinning broadly at what he considered a very good joke on the nine white men who had traveled all this way for nothing, went back to explain the mistake to his fellows on the ledge. The old Ind
ian took it upon himself to disperse the Navajos in the grove, and just as suddenly as the trouble started it was stopped — and the Happy Family, if they had been at all inclined to belittle the danger of their position, were made to realize it when thirty or more Navajos came flocking in from all quarters. Many of them could — and did — talk English understandably, and most of them seemed inclined to appreciate the joke. All save those whom Lite had " nipped and nicked " in the course of their flight from the rock ridge to 287
THE HERITAGE OF THE SIOUX
the Frying-Pan. These were inclined to be peevish over their hurts and to nurse them in sullen silence while Luck, having a rudimentary knowl-'' edge of medicine and surgery, gave them what first-aid treatment was possible.
Applehead, having plenty of reasons for avoiding publicity, had gone into retirement in the shade of a clump of brush, with Lite to keep him company while he smoked a meditative pipe or two and studied the puzzle of Eamon's probable "whereabouts.
" Can't trust a E"awy," he muttered in a discreet undertone to Lite. " I've fit 'em b'fore now, V I know. 'N' you kin be dang sure they ain't fergot the times I've fit 'em, neither! There's bucks millin' around here that's jes' achin' fer a chanst at me, t' pay up fer some I've killed off when I was shurf 'n' b'fore. So you keep 'n eye peeled, Lite, whilst I think out this yere dang move uh Ramon's. 'N' if you see anybody sneakin' up on me, you git him. I cain't watch Nawyies 'n' mill things over in m' haid at the same time."
Lite grinned and wriggled over so that his back 288
PEACE TALK
was against a rock. He laid his six-shooter ostentatiously across his lap and got out his tobacco and papers. " Go ahead and think, Applehead," he consented placidly. " I'll guard your scalp-lock."
Speaking literally, Applehead had no scalp-lock to guard. But he did have a shrewd understanding of the mole-like workings of the criminal mind; and with his own mind free to work on the problem, he presently declared that he would bet he could land Ramon Chavez in jail within a week; and sent Lite after Luck.
" I've got it figgered out," he announced when Luck came over to his retreat. " If Ramon crossed the railroad he was aimin' t' hit out across the mesa to the mountains 'n' beyond. He wouldn't go south, 'cause he could be traced among the Injun pueblos — they's a thousand eyes down that way b'fore he'd git t' wild country. He'd keep away from the valley country — er I would, if I was him. I know dang well whar I'd hit fer if I was makin' a gitaway 'n' didn't come off over here — 'n' I shore would keep outa Navvy country, now I'm tellin' yuh! No, sir, I'd take out t' other way, through Hell Canon er Tijeras, 'n' I'd make-289
THE HERITAGE OF THE SIOUX
fer the Jemes country. That tliar's plenty wild 'n' rough — 'n' come t' think of it, the Chavez boys owns quite a big grant, up in there som'ers, 'n' have got men in their pay up thar, runnin' their cattle. Ramon could lay low fer a dang long while up thar 'n' be safer'n what he would be out amongst strangers.
" ']SP another thing, I'd plan t' have some bosses stached out in one uh them canons, ? n' I'd mebby use a autymobile t' git to 'em, 'n' send the car back t' town — if I could trust the feller that drove it outa my sight. 'N', Luck, if you'll take my advice, you'll hit out t'wards the Jemes country. I know every foot uh the way, 'n' we kin make it in a coupla days by pushin' the bosses. 'N' I'll bet every dang hoof I own 't we round up that bunch over thar som'ers."
" You lead out, then," Luck told him promptly. " I'm willing to admit you're better qualified to take charge of the outfit than I am. You know the country— and you've fit Indians."
" We-ell, now, you're dang right I have! ''N 9 if some them bucks don't go off V mind their own business, I'll likely fight a few more! You 290
PEACE TALK
shoo 'em outa camp, Luck, V start 'em about their own dang business. '1ST' we'll eat a bite 'n' git on about our own. If we show up any grub whilst this bunch is hangin' around we'll have t' feed 'em
— 'n' you know dang well we ain't got enough skurcely fer the Jemes trip as it is."
" I've been handing out money as it is till I'm about broke," Luck confessed, "making presents to those fellows that came in with bullets in their legs and arms. Funny nobody got hit in the body
— except one poor devil that got shot in the shoulder."
" We-ell, now, you kin blame Lite's dang tender heart fer that there," Applehead accused, pulling at his sunbrowned mustache. " We was all comin' on the jump, 'n' so was the Injuns; 'n' it was purty long range 'n' nobody but Lite could hit 'n Injun t' save his soul. 'N' Lite, he wouldn't shoot t' kill — he jes' kep' on nippin' an' nickin', V shootin' a boss now an' then. I wisht I was the expert shot Lite is — I'd shore a got me a few Navvies back there, now I'm tellin' yuh! "
" Bud's got a bullet in his arm," Luck said, " but the bone wasn't hit, so he'll make out, and 291
THE HERITAGE OF THE SIOUX
one of the pack-horses was shot in the ear. We got off mighty lucky, and I'm certainly glad Lite didn't get careless. Cost me about fifty dollars to square us as it is. You stay where you are, Apple-head, till I get rid of the Indians. The old fellow acts like he feels he ought to stick along till we're outa here. He's kind of taken a notion to me because I can talk sign, and he seems to want to make sure we don't mix it again with the tribe. Some of them are kinda peeved, all right. You've got no quarrel with this old fellow, have you ? He's a big-league medicine man in the tribe, and his Spanish name is Mariano Pablo Montoya. Know him?"
" ISTo I don't, V I don't keer to neither," Apple-head retorted crossly. " Shoo 'em off, Luck, so's we kin eat My belly's shore a floppin' agin m' backbone, V I'm tellin' yuh right! "
CHAPTER XX
LUIS ROJAS TALKS
THREE days of biding by day in sequestered little groves or deep, bidden canons, with only Luis Rojas to bear ber company — Luis Rojas wbom she did not trust and therefore watched always from under her long straight lashes, with oblique glances when she seemed to be gazing straight before her; three nights of tramping through rough places where often the horses must pause and feel carefully for space to set their feet. Roads there were, but Luis avoided roads as though they carried the plague. When he must cross one he invariably turned back and brushed out their footprints — until he discovered that Annie-Many-Ponies was much cleverer at this than he was; often he smoked a cigarette while Annie covered their trail. Three days and three nights, and Ramon was not there where they stopped for the third day.
THE HERITAGE OF THE SIOUX
" We go slow," Luis explained nervously because of the look in the black, unreadable eyes of this straight, slim Indian girl who was so beautiful — and so silent. " They go nroy fas', Kamon an' Beel. Poco tiempo — sure, we fin' dem little soon."
Annie-Many-Ponies did not betray by so much as a quiver of an eyelash that Luis had mentioned Eill unwittingly. But she hid the name away in her memory, and all that day she sat and pondered over the meager facts that had come her way, and with the needle of her suspicion she wove them together patiently until the pattern was almost complete.
Kamon and Bill — what Bill, save Bill Holmes, would be with Ramon ? Eamon and Bill Holmes — memory pictured them again by the rock in the moonlight, muttering in Spanish mostly, muttering mystery always. Eamon and Bill Holmes — she remembered the sly, knowing glances between these two at " location" though they scarcely seemed on speaking terms. Eamon and Bill — and this mysterious night-travelling, when there should be no trouble and no mystery at all beyond 294
LUIS ROJAS TALKS
the house of the priest! So much trouble over the marriage of an Indian girl and a young Mexican cattle king? Annie-Many-Ponies was not so stupid as to believe that; she had seen too much of civilization in her wanderings with the show, and her work in pictures. She had seen man and maid " make marriage," in pictures and in reality. There should be no trouble, no mysterious following of Ramon by night.
Something evil there was, since Bill Holmes was with Ramon. Annie-Many-Pon
ies knew that it was so. Perhaps — perhaps the evil was against Wagalexa Conka! Perhaps — her heart forgot to beat when the thought stabbed her brain — perhaps they had killed Wagalexa Conka! It might be so, if he had suspected her flight and had followed Ramon, and they had fought.
In the thick shade of a pifion Luis slept with his face to the ground, his forehead pressed upon his folded arms. Annie-Many-Ponies got up silently and went and stood beside him, looking down at him as though she meant to wrest the truth from his brain. And Luis, feeling in his sleep the intensity of her gaze, stirred uneasily, yawned and 295
THE HERITAGE OF THE SIOUX
sat up, looking about him bewilderedly. His glance rested on the girl, and he sprang to his feet and faced her.
Annie-Many-Ponies smiled her little, tantaliz-l ing, wistfully inviting smile — the smile which Luck had whimsically called heart-twisting. " I awful lonesome," she murmured, and sat down with her back nestling comfortably against a grassy bank. "You talk. I not lets you sleep all time. You think I not good for talk to ? "
" Me, I not tell w'at I'm theenk," Luis retorted with a crooning note, and sat down facing her. " Ramon be mad me."
Annie-Many-Ponies looked at him, her eyes soft and heavy with that languorous look which will quickest befuddle the sense of a man. " You tell; Ramon not hear," she hinted. "Ramon, he got plenty trebles for thinking about." She smiled again. " Ramon plenty long ways off. He got Bill Holmes for talking to. You talk to me."
How he did it, why he did it, Luis Rojas could never explain afterwards. Something there was in her smile, in her voice, that bewitched him. 296
LUIS ROJAS TALKS
Something there was that made him think she knew and approved of the thing Eamon had planned. He made swift, Spanish love to Annie-Many-Ponies, who smiled upon him but would not let him touch her hand — and so bewitched him the more. He made love — but also he talked. He told Annie-Many-Ponies all that she wished him to tell; and some things that she had never dreamed and that she shrank from hearing.
For he told her of the gold they had stolen, and how they had made it look as though Luck Lindsay had planned the theft. He told her that he loved her — which did not interest her greatly — and he told her that Eamon would never marry her — which was like a knife thrust to her soul. Eamon had many loves, said Luis, and he was true to none; never would he marry a woman to rule his life and make him trouble — it were easier to make love and then laugh and ride away. Luis was " muy s'prised " that Annie-Many-Ponies had ever believed that Eamon would marry her, beautiful though she was, charming though she was, altogether irresistible though she was — Luis became slightly incoherent here and lasped into swift 297
The heritage of the Sioux Page 17