Silas Wormley was just about to denounce Dove-eye to the old men of
the tribe, when he was interrupted by the uproar that preceded the
capture of Old Blaze, and which at once emptied the council-house. As
it was “bad medicine” to return to the lodge that day, the meeting was
postponed until the next morning, when the trader was called before the
elders, and requested to proceed with his important communication.
By this time Wormley had “repented him of his wrath.” He was sorry that
he had been so hasty, and wished that he had given Dove-eye another
chance, before going so far as to denounce her. But it was too late to
retrieve. The Indians were eager to hear the expected communication,
and no excuse would avail.
Rising slowly, and speaking in the inflated style of the savage
orators, with which he had become thoroughly familiar, he held forth as
follows:
“Let the wise old men listen! The Snake is a friend to the Arapahoes,
and they know it. When they were in need, and no other trader would
furnish them with powder and lead or cloth and beads, because they were
poor, and had no robes with which to pay for what they needed, the
heart and the hand of the Snake were open, and he furnished them with
every thing they wanted, for themselves and their women. The Snake has
always wished well to the Arapahoes, and has never lied to them. Let
them now listen to his words.
“There was once a man among the Arapahoes, who was so wise that he was
called the Big Medicine. He counseled the people, and they heeded his
advice, until he died, and went to the spirit-land.”
“The Snake is mistaken,” said one of the old men. “The Big Medicine did
not die. He went to the spirit-land; but he will return.”
“Let the wise men listen! Dove-eye told them, nearly twelve moons ago,
that the Big Medicine had gone to the spirit-land, and that he would
return in six moons. She had often brought messages to the people from
him, and they believed her words. They fought the Crows for a long
time, and lost many warriors gaining nothing but a few scalps and
horses. When six moons had passed, Dove-eye told the wise men that it
would be yet another six moons before he would return. This was hard to
believe, and there were some who suspected that Dove-eye was lying to
the people. I knew that she was lying, and I am ready to prove it to
the wise men.”
“The Snake had better be careful how he speaks,” said Black Horse. “If
he does not speak the truth in this matter, he will suffer for his
lies.”
“The Snake is not afraid. He is ready to prove his words. The Big
Medicine will never return from the spirit-land. He died, and was
buried by Dove-eye, with the help of her black slave. I have seen the
grave. I have seen the body of the old man. It has lain so long in the
ground, that you would not recognize the face; but you would know his
white hair and beard and the robe that he wore.”
“Let the Snake prove that he has spoken truly.”
Wormley mentioned the name of Bull-tail as a witness to what he had
seen, and the vagabond was called in. He corroborated Wormley in all
particulars, and went further than that worthy, for he described the
whipping and choking process by which Jose had been induced to lead
them to the grave.
The confidence of the old men in Dove-eye, already weakened, was
greatly shaken by this revelation. The trader was not regarded as a
man of the strictest veracity, and his witness was entitled to little
credit; but they could not believe that he would make such statements,
unless he was sure that he had good foundation for them. They
determined to bring Dove-eye before the council, and to confront her
with her accuser.
The girl listened to the charge, as detailed by the head chief, with
the greatest possible composure. When he had ended, she pointed at
Wormley, with a glance of ineffable scorn.
“Let the chief believe the words of that man,” she said, “and Dove-eye
is sure that he will never again be believed among the Arapahoes. Let
him believe the words of a lying trader, and the words of a sneaking
vagabond who was never believed before. Are these not better than
Dove-eye, whom the chief has never known to lie? Let me carry the
sand and the wood and elk-chips into the medicine-lodge, and let the
warriors cut me in pieces as I pass among them. Come! If Dove-eye has
spoken falsely, she is ready to die.”
Wormley shrunk back, and the countenance of the chief showed that he
was moved by the undaunted demeanor of the girl.
“Why should Dove-eye deceive the people?” he asked. “What could she
gain by lying to us?”
“Dove-eye is beautiful,” replied the trader. “Many of the young men of
the Arapahoes have sought her in marriage; but she would not listen to
them, as she thought herself too good to enter the lodge of a warrior.
While the Big Medicine lived, she was allowed to do as she pleased.
When he was dead, she wished to become a warrior, that she might still
be independent.”
“The lying trader does not tell all,” said Dove-eye, with another
of her scornful glances. “He should also say that he sought me in
marriage. When I refused to listen to him, he invented this accusation
to destroy me. But this is only talk. Words cost nothing, and it is
easy to lie. If the Big Medicine is dead, let the Snake show his grave
to the old men. When Dove-eye sees his body, she will be ready to die.”
Wormley looked at the girl in astonishment--she was so cool and
self-possessed, in view of the fate that awaited her upon the discovery
of her imposture. A suspicion entered his mind, for the first time,
that his game might not be as certain as he had believed it to be. He
knew her to be of a daring spirit and fertile in resources, and he
began to fear that she had played him some trick that would confound
his plans and render him, instead of her, the victim of the outraged
dignity of the Arapahoes.
“Let the trader prove his words,” said Black Horse. “Let him lead us to
the grave. If the Big Medicine is dead, we will know his body.”
There was nothing else for it. Sullenly and reluctantly Wormley led the
way out of the council lodge, followed by the old men, and accompanied
by Dove-eye and his vagabond accomplice.
He halted in the ravine where he found the grave, and pointed out the
spot to the old men. The ground was precisely as he had left it. Even
the sharpened stick which he had used for digging lay where he had
thrown it. He glanced at Dove-eye, and the half-scornful, half-amused
expression of her countenance struck him as strangely out of place.
“Let the wise men dig there,” he said, “and they will find the body of
the Big Medicine.”
Bull-tail was made to throw out the earth from the grave, and he soon
uncovered the face and breast of a dead Indian. As he did so, he
started back with a look of amazement. Wormley rushed forward, and saw
at once that he had been discomfited.
“The Snake has lied to us,” said Black Horse. “There is a body here;
but it is not that of the Big Medicine. The hair of this man is black,
and he has no beard.”
Wormley again glanced at Dove-eye, who was smilingly triumphant.
“There has been foul-play here,” he said. “The body of the old man has
been removed, and this has been put in its place. If the wise men will
look, they may find the trail of those who took it away; for it has not
been long since it was removed.”
Black Horse was incredulous; but he directed a search to be made. No
trail could be found, as Jose had not left the slightest trace by which
he could be followed.
“I have not lied to the wise men,” said Wormley. “Can they suppose that
I would have spoken so positively, and that I would have brought them
here to see the body of the Big Medicine, unless I had believed it to
be here? It _was_ here; but it has been cunningly taken away. I saw it
lying in that grave, I can swear that I saw the long white hair and the
white beard and the curious robe. Bull-tail, too, can swear that he saw
them.”
The vagabond was about to speak, when Dove-eye turned upon him, with
flashing eyes.
“Let the Snake tell his own lies!” she exclaimed. “Do you think the old
men will listen to _you_, whose word no man ever believed? Begone, dog
of a Pawnee! The old women at the village are waiting to whip you for
failing to scrape their kettles.”
Bull-tail sneaked away, and Wormley would have followed him; but he was
prevented by the chief.
“I have told the old men,” continued Dove-eye, “that this trader sought
me in marriage, and that he invented this tale to destroy me, because I
refused to listen to him. Dove-eye spoke truly when she said that the
Big Medicine would return within six moons. He has already returned. I
have seen him. If the old men and the warriors will come to the lodge
at the foot of the cliff to-morrow morning, they, also, can see him,
and can hear him speak.”
It lacked but this to fill the measure of Silas Wormley’s astonishment
and discomfiture. He looked at Dove-eye, and her confident and
triumphant air convinced him that she was in earnest, and that she knew
the game she was playing.
Black Horse and the other old men received her announcement with the
greatest delight. They at once returned to the village, where they
caused Wormley to be placed in close confinement.
As soon as possible Dove-eye sought and obtained an interview with Old
Blaze, whose case had been overlooked during the investigation of the
trader’s charges. He had not been forgotten; but a strong guard had
been set over him, until the council should decide his fate. Dove-eye
briefly told him of her interview with Silverspur, and assured him that
he need feel no uneasiness concerning his own safety. She then hastened
to the lodge at the foot of the cliff, to rehearse with Silverspur the
performance of the next morning.