THE WAYS OF GOD
“Listen carefully now and hear with your heart what I, Natachee,
shall say.”
The Indian spoke with that strange dignity of mingled pride and pathos
that so often moved the white man to pity:
“Hugh Edwards, the mountain streams that are born up there among those
peaks are obedient to the will of Him from whose hand the snows fall.
From their cradles among the roots of the pines, they start for the sea
that lies many days beyond that faint blue line yonder, where the earth
and the sky become one. Nor is there any doubt but that the waters, in
the end, reach the appointed place for which they set out. But how or
when, no mortal can say, for the creeks are forced to change their
plans. The clearly marked trail upon which they first set out comes to
an end. The waters that run with such noisy strength down the mountain’s
slopes sink into the desert, and are lost forever to human eyes.
“It is so with the plans of men. The will of Him who sets the unknown
ways by which these mountain waters shall reach the sea determines also
the unknown ways that men shall go through this life, even to that place
where the spirit’s journey ends. The trail, which at first is so
clearly marked, sinks from sight and is lost in a desert of things which
no mortal can know.
“I, Natachee, in following the trail of my destiny, have come to such a
place. The course which lay before me as plain as the bed of a mountain
stream is changed. I can no longer go the way I had planned. I am an
Indian. You have said many times that I am a devil--good. Under certain
circumstances every man is a devil. Change the circumstances and the
devil becomes something else. Listen carefully now and hear with your
heart what I, Natachee, shall say.
“Sonora Jack and his Mexican have left the home of the Lizard, but the
Lizard has gone with them. The three are camped in the foothills a few
miles from the home of the Pardners and their girl. They are hiding
there because they do not know how many there were in the party that
rescued me. It was well that you made so much noise. But Sonora Jack
will not hide long. When he is sure that he is not being followed by a
posse, he will move. But he will not again attempt to find the Mine with
the Iron Door. He fears to stay longer in the Cañon of Gold lest he be
prevented from carrying out some other plan. I could not learn what that
other plan is. I know only that it concerns Marta Hillgrove and the
Pardners. Whatever Sonora Jack plans, it is not good. We must go at once
that we may protect your woman.”
Hugh Edwards spoke as one who finds it hard to believe what he has
heard:
“You say that _we_ must go--that we must protect Marta? Do you mean that
you will help me to save her from whatever threatens through this Sonora
Jack?”
Natachee bowed his head for a moment, then met the white man’s eyes
proudly.
“Did I not say that the trail which I, Natachee, was following had
suddenly changed as the course of a mountain stream is lost in the
desert sands? When Sonora Jack and his companions caught me and tied me
with their ropes to that rock, I was as helpless as a dove in the coils
of a snake. Do you think that I, Natachee, would have weakened under
their torture fire? Sonora Jack would have burned the heart out of the
Indian’s breast but he never would have heard from the Indian’s lips the
secret of the Mine with the Iron Door. It is not a new thing for an
Indian to be tortured for gold. I, Natachee, would have died as so many
of my fathers have died, without a word. But you, a white man, obedient
to your strange white man’s nature, offered your own life to save the
life of Natachee the Indian, who had for months been torturing you. The
trail of hatred and revenge that lay so clear before the red man is lost
in the strange desert of the white man’s ways. I, Natachee, cannot
understand, but who am I to disobey? The life you saved belongs to you,
Hugh Edwards. I, Natachee, am yours until I pay the debt. Can the heart
of the white man understand?”
The Indian, with an earnestness that left no doubt of his sincerity,
offered his hand. And Hugh Edwards, though he did not yet realize the
full significance of the Indian’s words, gladly accepted the proffered
friendship, saying as he grasped the Indian’s hand:
“I am more than glad you feel that way about it, Natachee, but really,
old man, I’m afraid you overrate what I did. I can’t believe yet that
those fellows would have dared to go the limit with you. They might have
burned you pretty bad, I’ll grant, but----“
At the touch of the white man’s hand and the hearty comradeship of his
words, Natachee dropped his Indian manner and became the Natachee of the
white man’s schools. Smiling, he said:
“It is evident, my friend, that you do not know Sonora Jack and his
methods. I hope for your sake that if you are ever introduced to him you
will kill him before he can identify you as the man who blocked his way,
as he thinks, to the treasure which brought him from Mexico at such a
risk.
“But no more of this,” he added. “We have work to do. I went to see
Doctor Burton and told him everything--everything except of our visit to
the mine. Together we made a plan and he bade me assure you of Marta’s
love and tell you how glad he was for you. Then I called on the Pardners
as the Doctor and I had agreed was best. They knew no more of Sonora
Jack than every one who lives in this part of Arizona knows. I explained
to the old prospectors and their girl why you had disappeared and how
you had been hiding with me this winter. I told them of your innocence
of the crime for which you are under sentence--of your love for
Marta--of your efforts to find the gold that would enable you to leave
the country and take her with you. I leave you to imagine the girl’s
happiness. She would have come to you with me but I would not permit it.
I promised her that instead to-morrow you should go to her.”
Hugh Edwards, in a fever of longing and anxiety, paced to and fro.
“But why to-morrow?” he cried. “Why not now--this moment? Who can say
what may happen while we wait?”
Natachee answered:
“We have work to do first. Listen--you are not safe for a day, once you
show yourself again. The Lizard has talked too much as I told you he
would. Your disappearance set everybody to wondering, then to
questioning and guessing. You can only save yourself and Marta by
leaving the country before the sheriff learns that you are here and
before Sonora Jack can carry out his plan, whatever it is. Doctor Burton
will have everything arranged. To-morrow you will go.”
“But--but”--stammered Hugh--“I have no money. There is not gold enough
to buy even my own way out of the country, much less to take Marta with
me.”
The Indian laughed.
“I told them you had struck the rich pocket that you have been working
so hard to find. Bob and Thad loaned me those burros there to bring down
the gold. The Pardners will cash your gold as if they had found it in
their own little mine. Doctor Burton and I planned it all. He will
advance money for your immediate needs until your own gold is in the
bank.”
“But I tell you I have no gold.”
“You forget,” returned the Indian calmly, “the Mine with the Iron Door.”
* * * * *
When it was dark, Natachee said:
“Come, we must not lose an hour.”
Taking one of the burros with a number of ore sacks which he had brought
from the Pardners, the Indian led the way down into the gulch where he
put Hugh’s pick on the packsaddle. Then tying the cloth over the white
man’s eyes and placing one end of the rope in his hand, he went on;
Hugh, in turn, leading the burro. When they arrived near the entrance to
the mine, they left the pack animal and went into the tunnel.
Removing the cloth from his companion’s eyes, Natachee said:
“You shall remain here to dig the gold. I will carry it out to the burro
and take it to the cabin. I trust you not to leave this spot until I am
ready to take you back as we came.”
Hugh laughed.
“You may trust me. I’ll promise not to put my head out even. I’ll be too
busy to waste any time investigating.”
“Good!” said the Indian and the two men fell to work.
All night long, Hugh Edwards toiled with his pick, while Natachee sorted
the ore, selecting only the richest pieces of quartz for the sacks. As
fast as the sacks were filled, he carried them from the mine and packed
them on the burro. When they had a load, the Indian led the pack animal
away, to return later for another. It was a full two hours before
daybreak when Natachee announced that they had taken out all that the
four burros could carry. With this last load he led Hugh out of the mine
and back to the cabin. Then, while the white man prepared breakfast, the
Indian went once more to the mine to destroy every evidence of their
visit and to obliterate every sign of the tracks they had made going and
returning. When he again appeared at the cabin, the gray light of the
coming day shone above the crest of the mountains. With the four burros
loaded with the precious ore, the two men set out for the Pardners’ home
in the lower cañon.
They had reached a point on Samaniego Ridge above the house when
Natachee, who was leading the way, stopped suddenly with a low
exclamation.
“What is the matter?” cried Hugh.
The Indian motioned for the white man to come to his side. Silently he
pointed down at the little house on the floor of the cañon below.
“Well, what is it--what is the matter--what do you see?” said Hugh,
gazing at the familiar scene.
“There is no one there,” returned the Indian in a low voice, “no one
about the house--the door is closed--no one at the mine--no horse in the
corral--no smoke from the chimney. And see,” he pointed to three
buzzards that were circling about the yard in the rear of the house.
While they looked, another huge bird joined the group, and then another.
With a cry, Hugh Edwards started forward, but Natachee caught him by the
arm.
“Wait, you do not know who may be watching for you to come--wait.”
Quickly the Indian led the burros into a little hollow that was fringed
with thick bushes, where he tied them securely. Then showing Hugh where
to lie in a clump of manzanita so that he could watch the vicinity of
the house below, the red man disappeared in the brush.
For what seemed hours to him, Hugh Edwards waited with his eyes fixed on
the scene below. There was no movement--no sign of life about the little
house. The Indian had disappeared as if the earth had swallowed him. The
company of buzzards increased until there were eight or ten now wheeling
above the silent dwelling.
The watching man had almost reached the limit of his patience, when to
his amazement the front door of the house was thrown open and Natachee
stepped out.
The Indian signaled his companion to come, and Hugh plunged with
reckless haste down the steep side of the ridge.
The old prospector, Thad Grove, was lying on his bed unconscious from a
blow that had cut a deep gash on the side of his head. Natachee had
found him on the floor in front of the door to Marta’s room. At the end
of the living room, opposite the door to the girl’s chamber, Sonora
Jack’s Mexican companion was lying on the floor severely wounded. Though
unable to move, the man was conscious and his eyes followed the Indian
with the look of a crippled animal at bay.
The body of the other Pardner was lying in a queer twisted heap in the
yard, halfway between the kitchen door and the barn.
Marta was gone.