DISCIPLINE IN THE RANKS.
The force of the impact and the crushing weight of the Shawanoe's body
knocked Taggarak senseless for the moment. He lay panting, with eyes
half closed and his countenance glistening with moisture.
Deerfoot, without removing his knees, watched the eyes until they
slowly opened and glared upward with a dazed expression. The youth had
removed his fingers from the wrist of the chief. He now bent his face
close to his and asked:
"Who now is master--the Blackfoot or the Shawanoe? Whose God is the
greater--Taggarak's or Deerfoot's?"
But the chieftain was game. He had put up a hurricane fight and had
been conquered--conquered by a youth who carried no weapon in his hand,
and who could have driven out his life at any moment during the
progress of the battle. Instead of slaying his victim, the Shawanoe
had put one indignity after another upon him.
"Let the Shawanoe take his knife and kill Taggarak! He does not wish to
live!"
"So Taggarak would do with the Shawanoe, but so does not the Shawanoe,
for he is a Christian," replied Deerfoot, rising from the prostrate
body and stepping back for a couple of paces.
The Blackfoot was still bewildered. He lay motionless for a few
seconds, staring at the youth looking serenely down upon him. The chief
had been conquered, absolutely, crushingly and to the last degree
humiliatingly; for, most amazing thing of all, his conqueror had
refused to take his life, knowing that it would have been the other way
had the Shawanoe suffered defeat.
And he who showed this unheard-of mercy professed to be a Christian!
What a strange religion to make a warrior act in that manner!
Slowly the iron-limbed chieftain climbed to his feet. He was not
looking at the Shawanoe, who had folded his arms and was calmly
watching him. Taggarak stood upright, turned his face away, took three
steps and then paused. His head flirted about like a bird's and he
fixed his burning eyes upon the dusky youth, still posed like a statue,
with arms folded and on the alert for any treachery.
The Blackfoot gazed steadily into the eyes that met his own without
flinching. He did not speak, but, looking away again, strode solemnly
across the open space, not pausing to pick up his weapon, and
disappeared in the rocky wood.
Deerfoot remained motionless for several moments, gazing at the point
where the other had passed from sight. Then he reverently turned his
eyes upward and murmured:
"I thank Thee, my Heavenly Father. Thou art kinder to Deerfoot than he
deserves."
His next act was most peculiar. He paid no heed to the knife of
Taggarak, but picked up his own. It had a keen edge, and instead of
thrusting the weapon into his girdle he walked to the nearest
undergrowth and began cutting a stick several feet in length and of
nearly an inch's thickness at the butt.
About this time George and Victor Shelton, from their hiding place,
where they had stealthily watched everything, began to feel disturbed
in mind.
"What do you suppose he is doing that for?" whispered Victor, peeping
around the corner of the rock.
"I'm blessed if I know. He is trimming off the twigs, so as to make the
stick smooth."
"Do you suppose he saw us?"
"He couldn't. He has mighty sharp eyes, but he had no chance to look
anywhere except in the face of Taggarak, and we haven't shown ourselves
since he left."
"It's a queer performance anyway, and I don't feel--"
"Sh! He's looking this way."
The next moment both boys shivered, for, facing the rock which until
then they were certain had hid them from view, the Shawanoe called:
"Let my brothers come here. Deerfoot wishes to speak to them."
"He saw us after all!" gasped Victor. "Let's run!"
"What good will that do? There's no getting away from him."
"He looks savage, George; he means business. Can't we combine and lick
him if he tries to play smart with us?"
"If we could get Mul-tal-la and three or four other Blackfeet we might
have a show; but it would take more than you and me to down him. Come,
it won't do to wait any longer."
The brothers were pretty well convinced of what was coming and were
scared. To Victor only one possible escape presented itself--that was
to conciliate the Shawanoe. The lad made a brave attempt to do so.
Coming out from behind the rock, he strode rapidly down the gentle
slope, as if he had just recognized the youth. Victor's face was aglow,
and he certainly meant all he said:
"I tell you, Deerfoot, that was the greatest victory you ever won! I
don't believe the man ever lived that downed Taggarak, and yet you did
it without any weapon. People won't believe the story, but you can
refer them to us. Ain't it lucky, now, that we happened to be where we
could see you lay out that boasting chief?"
George caught at the straw thus held out by his brother.
"I tell you that's so, Deerfoot. The news of this fight is bound to get
out sooner or later. Some who don't know you won't believe anything of
the kind, till we tell them we saw the whole business and it was just
as you say. Ain't you glad, Deerfoot, we happened by chance to be where
we could see it all?"
The Shawanoe had thrust his knife into his girdle and held the switch
firmly by its larger end. He looked gravely into the face of each lad
while he was speaking. When they ceased he had something to say:
"When Deerfoot and his brothers left Woodvale was it not said that the
Shawanoe should rule and guide them?"
"There can't be any question of _that_," Victor promptly replied.
"And my brothers promised to obey him in all things?"
"It seems to me I remember something of that kind."
"Has Deerfoot been a hard master?"
"We couldn't have had a kinder one. I tell you, Deerfoot, you know more
in five minutes than George and I know in a month, or ever will know.
We couldn't get along without you. We have been pretty obedient, as a
rule, haven't we?"
"Was not the agreement between Taggarak and Deerfoot that no person
should look upon the fight between them?"
"Yes; but I don't believe Taggarak kept his promise."
Deerfoot flashed a look of inquiry at Victor.
"What does my brother mean by his words? Did he see any other Blackfoot
near?"
"Well, not exactly; but there were marks in the bushes which looked as
if made by moccasins. I shouldn't wonder if some were hiding there and
ran away when they saw us coming and knew we meant to see you had fair
play."
The appeal was wasted. Deerfoot took his station between the brothers,
moving them apart so they were separated by a space of five or six
feet. He then deliberately, vigorously and impartially laid the switch
over the shoulders of George and Victor. You would not suspect the vim
with which this disciplining was carried out. Only the brothers
themselves could testify feelingly as to that.
And the boys had to "grin and bear it," for there was no escape for
them. It was useless to run, and had they tried it they would have been
punished more severely. They were too proud to complain. The
quicker-tempered Victor wanted to revolt and attack the Shawanoe, but
he knew George would not join him, for such rebellion would have been
disastrous to them. They had tested the ability of Deerfoot in that
line too often to doubt his superiority. Had the shadow of a doubt
lingered, the scene they had witnessed a few minutes before would have
dispelled it.
The rod descended first upon the shoulders of Victor, then upon those
of George, and there was no difference in the force of the blows. Oh,
how they stung! Each boy wanted to scratch the smarting parts, but
grimly stood it out. Finally Victor ventured to say:
"When you are tired, Deerfoot, you have our permission to stop."
"Tired! He won't get tired in a week. Our only hope is that he will use
up all the switches in the country."
And the Shawanoe kept at it till the rod broke in the middle and only
the stump was left in his hand. He flung that aside, and, without
speaking, turned and walked toward the village. As soon as his face was
turned the boys devoted their efforts to rubbing and scratching their
arms, shoulders and backs.
"How many times do you think he struck us?" ruefully asked George.
"I guess about four thousand; but I forgot to count."
"He started in with you and ended with me, so we both got the same.
Gracious alive, but he knows his business!"
"Anyhow, what we saw was worth all we had to pay. I didn't think he
would do anything of the kind, did you?"
"No; I thought we might keep our visit a secret, but not many things
escape his eye. I suppose after all he was right."
"Wait till these smarts let up a little before you ask me to say that,"
replied Victor, still rubbing and fidgeting about. "Can't you think of
some way of getting even with him?"
"I wish I could, but the worst thing anyone can do is to tackle
Deerfoot. We must try to believe we were lucky in getting off as
lightly as we did."
"Lightly!" sniffed Victor. "I should like to know what you call _heavy_
if that is light."
"And he is still mad at us. He went off without speaking, and it may be
days before he gets over his anger."
Bye and bye the smarts so subsided that the boys felt comparatively
comfortable. As they picked their way homeward their resentment cooled,
and they were able to see things in their proper light. They profoundly
loved and admired the young Shawanoe, and required no one to remind
them of his affection for them. The punishment he had administered was
like that of a father to a wayward child. Moreover, it was well
deserved, and they were willing to confess the fact before they reached
their tepee.
"There's no getting out of it," said the more impulsive Victor. "He
forbade us to follow him, and it was breaking the agreement between him
and Taggarak. The only thing for us to do when we meet him again is to
say we are sorry and ask his forgiveness. I'm ready to do so. Are you,
George?"
"Why didn't we try that on him before he gave us the whipping?"
"It wouldn't have worked. When I saw him cutting and trimming that
switch I knew what was coming, and there was no way for us to dodge
it."
"It seems pretty hard, after a fellow has had his life almost whaled
out of him, to say he is sorry. It seems to me it's the other chap who
ought to feel sorry."
"No, we were in the wrong and must apologize. You know how
tender-hearted Deerfoot is. I believe he felt pity for Taggarak, even
though he knew the chief meant to kill him. The Blackfoot isn't the
first enemy Deerfoot has had at his mercy and then spared him."
When the boys reached their lodge, after meeting and greeting a number
of their dusky friends, they were disappointed not to find Deerfoot
there. He did not come in until late in the afternoon. He raised the
robe at the door, glanced at the brothers, but kept his lips closed.
Victor walked up to him without a moment's hesitation and extended his
hand:
"Deerfoot, you served us right. We are both sorry. Will you forgive
us?"
The two saw the moisture creep into the handsome dark eyes and noted
the tremor of the Shawanoe's voice as he took each hand in turn and
said:
"Yes, Deerfoot forgives you. We are brothers again."