SUBTLE WAYS
When Siwash Bill staggered to his feet he was still dazed by the furious
blow which had sent him reeling to the ground. A burning rage filled his
heart, mingled with a sense of fear. Who was this man who had so
suddenly leaped out of the night with that sledge-hammer fist? His face
he had not seen, for there had been no time for that. He looked toward
the door, and saw a dark, tall form bearing the unconscious woman in its
arms. Then the door closed and he was alone. His first impulse was to
rush forward, smash down that wooden barrier and hurl himself upon his
assailant. He advanced a few steps, and then hesitated. No, he would
wait. He would learn more. And besides, the woman did not want him. She
had repelled him. He had made her a liberal offer, and she had scorned
him to his face. Slowly he moved away from the building toward the
store. He reached the edge of the forest, and, stepping aside a few
yards from the trail, sat down upon an old log. He could see the house,
and anyone who came out would be quite visible. His small eyes peered
forth from among the trees as he sat and watched.
He had not long to wait ere Grey emerged from the building and hurried
across the open. The squaw man half rose to his feet as he recognised
the constable. His hand slipped to his hip pocket and rested upon the
butt of a revolver concealed there. Here was his chance. He would get
more than even for the assault which had been made. His face was sore
and swollen where the blow had fallen. That insult would soon be wiped
out. Grey was near now, almost opposite, and Bill held the weapon in his
hand. Another step or two and all would be over. But even as his finger
rested upon the curve of the trigger his arm weakened and his hand
trembled. A vision flashed before his mind.
With his outward eyes he beheld only one lone man striding forward
through the night. He was unaware of danger, and how easy to strike him
down. But the squaw man saw more than this. He knew full well that the
figure before him represented a power which would scour every valley,
hill and region in the whole land to avenge his death. The work of the
Mounted Police was well known to him. Years before he had reason to
dread their marvellous vigilance. Here in the far North, beyond the
bounds of civilisation, he had fondly believed he would be free from
their rule. But no, they were following him still. The awe for this body
of men which had been instilled into his heart years ago gripped him now
as strongly as ever. He thought of the dire consequences should he shoot
this lone constable. The idea unnerved him, and caused his arm to drop
by his side, while Grey strode forward unconscious of the danger which
threatened him among the trees.
A low curse breathed from Siwash Bill's lips as he watched his enemy
until he disappeared from view.
"I'm a d-- fool, an' a coward!" he muttered as he stepped out upon the
trail. "To think that I have let that cur escape! An' yet--" He paused,
and his face wrinkled into an ugly scowl. "By G--, he won't git off
always as he did this time! He's after me, I know. But maybe he'll git
more than he's bargained fer. Oh, yes, my beauty. You got clear to-night
with your whole skin. But there are ways, an' I'll defy the whole d--
Force!"
Thinking thus he reached his own house, pushed open the door and
entered. The place was in darkness. He called for Nadu, but received no
reply.
"Where in h-- are ye?" he shouted. "Why don't ye answer? Are ye asleep?"
But still no reply.
Fumbling in his pocket he produced a match, struck it and lighted a
candle lying near. Holding this in his hand he examined the room. To his
surprise the place was empty. Sticking the candle into a hole in the
table, he sat down upon a bench and began to collect his thoughts. Where
had Nadu gone? It was seldom she left the building at night. He took
good care of that. He did not wish her to be wandering around,
especially when the Indians arrived from their hunting grounds. Why had
she gone during his absence? he wondered. Anyway, she would come back,
there was no doubt of that, and he would wait for her. She would not do
such a thing again.
Throwing himself upon a rude bunk fastened to the wall, he began to
think about the events of the afternoon and night. Ere long he became
drowsy, for it was late. He tried hard for some time to keep awake, but
his efforts were all in vain, for sleep at length gained the mastery. He
did not hear the door open, nor the soft movement of moccasined feet
across the room. Neither did he see a lithe form standing by his side,
while a pair of piercing eyes, full of a triumphant gleam, gazed down
upon his face.
The morning light was stealing in through the little window on the left
when Siwash Bill opened his eyes and looked about the room. Realising
that he had overslept himself he sprang quickly out of the bunk, and
stood over Nadu who was lying on the floor, rolled up in her blanket.
"Get up!" he growled in Indian, at the same time touching her with the
toe of his boot in no gentle manner.
Thus rudely aroused Nadu threw aside the blanket, rose to a squatting
posture, and eyed her imperious master. The look she bestowed upon him
was one of scorn and contempt.
"Where were you last night?" he demanded. "What did you mean by staying
out so late? I waited a d-- long time for you. See that it doesn't
happen again. You don't leave this place at night for a month, so
understand that. If you do I'll break every bone in your black body."
At these words Nadu's lips parted in a sarcastic smile. Her teeth
gleamed like polished ivory, and her eyes bespoke danger. She was no
longer afraid of this man. Her days of slavery were about over.
"Did Bill wait up long?" she queried. "Then Nadu is not happy. But Bill
sleeps well."
"Sleep well! Certainly. It was late enough for anyone to sleep well. I
want to know where you were, and what kept you out so late. Have any of
the Injun bucks come back? If I catch you with any of them, or if you go
to their tents, it won't be well for you."
"And was not Bill afraid to sleep well?" the woman answered in her
sweetest native tones.
"Afraid? Afraid of what?"
"Does not Bill fear the Big Lakes?"
"The Big Lakes? What are you talking about?" and the squaw man's eyes
opened with surprise.
"But does not Bill know that the Big Lakes are all same wolves and
foxes? They come up the river; they paddle soft; they wait till night.
They come to Hishu; they creep along trail; they go among the cabins;
they see much. Is not Bill afraid?"
A slight expression of concern swept across the squaw man's face at
these words. He knew of the trouble which existed between the two Indian
tribes, and realised what a sudden attack of the wily Big Lakes would
mean to his fur-trading business.
"Nadu," he demanded after a minute's thought, "have you seen any of the
Big Lakes near Hishu lately?"
"Ah, ah," was the reply.
"When?"
"They came in the night, when Bill was asleep. They paddle soft up the
river; they creep up the trail; they see the cabins empty; they laugh.
'Hishu is not strong,' they say. 'Hishu is like a gopher, easy to
catch.'"
"And how many of the Big Lakes came?" Bill questioned.
Nadu held up two fingers.
"Bah! Is that all?"
"Ah, ah; all now, but not all by and by."
"And you think more will come later?"
"Ah, ah."
"Did you see the Injuns? Did you speak to them?"
"Ah, ah."
"And are they near Hishu now?"
"Ah, ah."
At any other time Bill would have been furious had Nadu confessed that
she had been talking with two Indians from her own tribe, especially at
night. But now he was thinking of other things. Although the thought of
those Big Lake spies filled him with apprehension, yet they brought to
his mind a new idea. They would go back to their own people. Nadu was
one of them. She knew their ways and dialect. Why should she not take
that boy and go back with the Big Lakes? He had been racking his brain
for some plan to get him out of Hishu, and away from that meddlesome
stranger. Here was an opportunity which must not be missed. And for Nadu
to go, too, would suit his purpose well. She was in his way now. He had
made up his mind to win that white woman, and a repulse or two only made
him the more determined. He had no doubt about the final outcome of it
all, for mingled with Siwash Bill's craftiness and vileness was much
personal vanity. He had won Nadu, the choicest flower of the Big Lake
maidens, against numerous rivals, and who was this white woman living
with Old Meg who could withstand him for any length of time? And when he
had won her Nadu would be in the way. She would not endure a pale face
rival in the same house. No. Nadu must go--and here was the favourable
chance. He need not have her back again, and not likely would she wish
to come.
A smile of satisfaction crossed Bill's face as he thought of this
scheme, and the solution of two difficult questions.
"Where are the Big Lakes now?" he asked, turning toward Nadu.
"Down the river."
"And will they come back again?"
"Ah, ah, maybe so."
"Will you see them?"
"How can Nadu see them?" was the low reply. "Has not Bill spoken? Has he
not said that Nadu must not go out at night?"
"Yes, yes, I know I said that. But I have changed my mind. I want you to
meet those Injuns when they come back, and tell them something."
At this Bill looked cautiously around, lowered his voice, and whispered
a few words into her ear.
Nadu started slightly, and looked up keenly into the squaw man's face as
if to read his inmost thoughts.
"Is not Bill afraid to let Nadu go with the Big Lake braves?" she
queried.
"Why should I be afraid?" he parried. "You will be among your own
people, and think of the money you will get. You look after that brat
until I want him, and you will get the chink."
"How soon?"
"Can't tell for certain. Shifty leaves to-day for Big Glen. It may take
a little time."
"Maybe Shifty doesn't get money," suggested the woman.
"No fear of that," was the response. "When that old cuss knows it's
either the money or his child's life he'll cough up the dough quicker
than h--."
"But maybe Shifty get caught," persisted Nadu.
"No fear of that, either. If hands are laid upon Shifty it's all up with
the kid. Old Si knows that. He's had his instructions all in black and
white. He's put that d-- Yellow-leg upon us, but that doesn't matter.
Now will you do as I wish; see those Big Lake spies, pinch the kid and
get out?"
Nadu did not reply at once, but sat very still with her head bent, and
eyes fixed upon the floor. Of what was she thinking? Had she read Siwash
Bill's heart, and the reason which prompted him to send her away with
the child? Did any feeling of jealousy mingle with the joy of escaping
from the life of bondage, and returning to her own people? Whatever were
the emotions contending within her breast she betrayed not a sign as she
lifted up her calm, passive face to the man standing before her.
"Nadu will go," she quietly remarked. "She will meet the Big Lake
braves. She will go to her own people, and the pale face baby will go
with her."
"Good!" responded Bill, and at once he turned to leave the room. "See
that you don't fail, or it won't be well with you."
Nadu waited until the door had closed, and she was sure that Bill was
some distance away. Then the expression on her face underwent a
marvellous change. The softness and the light faded like the beauty of
an evening sky before thick threatening clouds, leaving in their stead
fierceness and strange forebodings. Could the scheming squaw man have
seen her then he would not have felt so confident of the success of his
venture.