ONCE MORE IN THE OLD HOME.
"We can rest a little now, Kit. We are so far away that nobody could
catch us if they tried. They won't try, any way, I guess. They'll
think we'll go back."
"Didn't the horses do finely, Gaspar! I never rode like that, I guess.
Where are we going? What did you mean about saving Wahneenah's life?
Where is she?"
"Don't ask so many questions. I've got to think. I've got to think
very hard. I'm the man of our family, you know, Sun Maid. Wahneenah
and you are my women."
"Oh! indeed!" said the girl, moving a little nearer her foster-brother
on the grassy hillock where they had slipped from their saddles, to
rest both themselves and the beasts.
"You see: we've all run away."
"Pooh! That's nothing. I've always been running away. Black Partridge
said I began life that way."
"You're about ten years old, Kit. You're big enough to be getting
womanly."
"Father Abel said I was. I can sew quite well. If I'm very, very good,
I'm to be let stitch a dickey all alone, two threads at a time, for
him. Mercy said so."
"Do you like stitching shirts for that old man?"
"No. I hate it."
"Poor little Sun Maid. You were made to be happy, and do nothing but
what you like all day long. Well, I'll be a man some day, and build a
cabin of my own for you and Wahneenah."
"That will be nice. Though I'll be of some use some way, even if I
don't like sewing. Where shall we go when we get rested, boy?"
"To the Fort."
"The--Fort! I thought it was all burned up."
"There is a new one on the same old ground. It is our real home, you
know. We will be refugees. When we meet Wahneenah, we'll go and claim
protection."
"Oh! Gaspar, where is she? I want her terribly. I am afraid something
will happen to her."
In his heart the lad was, also, greatly alarmed; but he felt it unwise
to show this. So he answered, airily:
"Oh! she's on, a piece. I pointed her the road, and told her where to
meet us. At the top of the sandhills, this side the Fort."
"The sandhills! That dreadful place. You must be getting a real
'brave,' Gaspar boy, if you don't mind going there again. I've heard
you talk--"
"I don't want to talk even now, Kit. But I had to have some spot we
both knew, where we could meet, and we chose that. I expect she'll be
there waiting, and as soon as the horses get cooled a little, and we
do, we'll go on."
"I'm hungry. I wish we had brought something to eat."
"I did. It's here in my blouse. I noticed at the dinner that you did
more serving than eating. There's water yonder, too; in that clump of
bushes must be a spring," and the prairie-wise lad was right.
The supper he produced was an indiscriminate mixture of meats and
sweets and, had Kitty not been so really in need of food she would
have disdained what she promptly pronounced "a mess." But she ate it
and felt rested by it; so that she began to remember things she had
scarcely noticed earlier in the day.
"Gaspar, Wahneenah must have known about this--this money being
offered for her and other Indians. She had taken everything out of her
wigwam. I thought she was terribly grave this morning, and she kept
looking at me all the time. Do you think she knew she was going to run
away as she was?"
"Course. She's known it some days."
"And didn't tell me!"
"She couldn't, because she loves you so. She wouldn't do a thing to
put you in danger. So I thought the matter over, and I tell you I've
just taken the business right out their hands. I was tired, any way.
I'm glad we came. I'm almost a man, Kit; and I won't be scolded by any
woman as Mercy has scolded me. And when I found Abel was getting
stingy, too, and claiming our horses for their keep, when they've
really just kept themselves out on the prairie, or anywhere it
happened, I--"
"Boy, you talk too fast. I--I don't feel as if I was glad. Except when
I remember Other Mother. They were horrid, horrid about her. I hate
them for that, though I love them for other things. I wonder what
Mother Mercy will say when we don't come home!"
"She'll have a chance to say a lot of things before we do, I guess.
Well, we'll be going. I wouldn't like to miss Wahneenah, and I don't
know but they close the Fort gates at night."
"Did she ride Chestnut?"
"Course. What a lot of questions you ask!"
The Sun Maid looked into the boy's face. It was too troubled for her
comfort, and she exclaimed:
"Gaspar Keith! There's more to be told than you've told me. What is it
you are keeping back?"
"I--I wonder if you can understand, if I do tell you?"
"I think I can understand a good many things. One is: you are making
me feel very unhappy."
"Well, then, I'm going to take Wahneenah to the Fort, and give her up
myself!"
They had remounted their horses, and were pacing leisurely along
toward the rendezvous, keeping a sharp lookout for the Indian woman;
but at this startling statement the Sun Maid reined up short, and
demanded:
"What--do--you--mean?"
"Just exactly what I say. I'm going to give her up and get the money."
Kitty could not speak; and with a perplexity that was not at all
comfortable to himself, the lad returned her astonished gaze.
"Then--you--are--just--as--mean--as--Mercy--Smith!"
"I am not mean at all! Don't you say it. Don't you understand? I
do--or I thought I did. It's this way. She can't be given up but once,
can she? Well, I'll do it, instead of an enemy."
"You--wicked--boy! I can't believe it! I won't! You shall not do it;
never!"
"Oh, don't be silly! Of course, I'll not keep the money. I'll give it
right back to her. Then she can do what she likes with it--make a nice
new wigwam near the Fort, and she can get lots of skins, or even
canvas, there. Come, let's ride on."
But there was a silence between them for some time, and the scheme
that had seemed so brilliant, when it had originated in Gaspar's mind,
began to lose something of its glitter under the clear questioning
gaze of the Sun Maid.
It was fast falling twilight when they came to the sandhills; and
though, by all reckoning, Wahneenah should have been long awaiting
them there was no sign of the familiar Chestnut or its beloved rider.
"Gaspar, will Wahneenah understand it? Will she believe it is right
for you to do what is wrong for another to do? Will the soldier men
pay you--just a boy, so--the money, real money, for her, anyway?"
Gaspar lost his patience, with which he was not greatly blessed.
"Kit, I wish you wouldn't keep thinking of things. I didn't tell Other
Mother, of course. She might--she might not have been pleased. I acted
for the best. That's the way men always have to do."
The argument was not as convincing to the Sun Maid as she herself
would have liked; but she trusted Gaspar, and tried to put the money
question aside, while she strained her eyes to search the darkening
landscape for the missing one.
But there was no trace of her anywhere; even though Gaspar dismounted
and scanned the sward for fresh tracks, as his Indian friends had
taught him; and when, at length, he felt compelled to hasten to the
Fort and seek its shelter for the Sun Maid, his young heart was heavy
with foreboding. However, he put the cheerful side of the subject
before the little girl, observing:
"It's the very easiest thing in the world for people to make mistakes
in meeting this way. What seems a certain point to one person may look
very different to another. I've noticed that."
"Oh! you have!" commented Kitty. "I think you've noticed almost too
much, Gaspar. I--I think it's awful lonely out here, and I don't
believe Abel would have let anybody hurt Wahneenah, even if Mercy
would. And--I want her, I want her!"
"Sun Maid! Are you afraid?"
"No, I am not. Not for myself. But if some of those dreadful white
people whom Wahneenah thought were her friends should overtake her on
their way home, and--and--take her prisoner! I can't have it,--I must
go back, and search again and again."
"Sing, Kit! If she's anywhere within hearing, she'll come at the sound
of your voice. Sing your loudest!"
Obediently, the Sun Maid lifted her clear voice and sang, at the
beginning with vigor and hope in the notes, but at the end with a
sorrowful trembling and pathos that made Gaspar's heart ache. So, to
still his own misgivings, he commanded her, also, to be silent.
"It's no use, girlie. She's out of hearing somewhere. Maybe she has
gone to the Fort already. Any way, it's getting very dark, and the
clouds are awful heavy. I believe there's a thunder-shower coming, and
if it does, it will be a bad one. They always are worse, Mercy says,
when they come this time of year. We would better hurry on to shelter
ourselves. If she isn't there, we can look for her in the morning."
"I like a thunder-storm. I believe it would be fine to go under that
clump of trees yonder and watch it. I have to go to bed so early,
always, that I think it is just grand to be up late and out-of-doors,
too."
"You are not afraid of anything, Kitty Briscoe! I never saw a girl
like you!" cried the lad, reproachfully.
"But you don't know other girls, boy. Maybe they are not afraid,
either. I can't help it if I'm not, can I?"
Gaspar laughed. "I guess I'm cross, child, that's all. Of course I
wouldn't want you to be a scared thing. But, let's hurry. The later we
get there the more trouble we may have to get in."
"Why--will there be trouble? If there is, let's go home."
"We can't go home. We've run away, you know. Besides, there would be
the same anxiety about Wahneenah. All 's left for us is to go on."
So the Sun Maid settled herself firmly in her saddle and followed
Tempest's rather reckless pace forward into the darkness. Memory made
the dim road familiar to Gaspar, and soon the garrison lights came
into sight.
But martial law is strict and the gates had been closed for the night,
as the lad had feared. The sentinel on duty did not respond to his
first summons with the promptness which the boy desired, so, springing
to his feet upon the gelding's back, he shouted, over the stockade:
"Entrance for two citizens of the United States! In the name of its
President!"
"Ugh. There is no need for such a noise, pale-face."
These words fell so suddenly upon Gaspar's ears that he nearly tumbled
backward from his perch. He was further amazed to see the Sun Maid
leap from her horse, straight through the gloom into the arms of a
tall Indian who seemed to have risen out of the ground beside them.
In fact, he had merely stepped from a canoe at the foot of the path
and his moccasined feet had made no sound upon the sward as he
approached. He received the girl's eager spring with grave dignity,
and immediately replaced her upon the Snowbird's back.
[Illustration: GASPAR AND KITTY REACH THE FORT. _Page 188._]
"Why, Black Partridge! Don't you know me? Aren't you glad to see me?
Four years since we said good-by, that day at poor Muck-otey-pokee."
"I remember all things. Why is the Sun Maid here, at this hour?"
Gaspar had recovered himself and now broke into a torrent of
explanation, which the chief quietly interrupted as soon as he had
gathered the facts of the case.
"But don't you think, dear Feather-man, that our Wahneenah will soon
come?" demanded Kitty, anxiously.
"The gates are open. Let us enter," he answered evasively; and the
novelty of her surroundings so promptly engrossed the girl's mind that
she forgot to question him further then. Somewhere on the dimly
lighted campus a bugle was sounding; and it awakened sleeping memories
of her earliest childhood. So did the regular "step-step" of soldiers
relieving guard. A new and delightful sense of safety and familiarity
thrilled her heart, and she exclaimed, joyfully:
"Oh, Gaspar! it is home! it is home! More than the cabin, more than
Other Mother's tepee, this is home!"
"I hope it will prove so."
"Do you suppose I will find any of the dear white 'mothers' who were
so good to me? Or Bugler Jim, who used to play me to sleep under the
trees in the corner? I wish it wasn't so dark. I wish----"
"It's all new, Kit. They are all strangers. The rest, you know--well,
none of them are here. But these will be kind, no doubt. Yet to me,
even in this dark, it seems--it seems horrible! It all comes back:
that morning when I first rode Tempest. The massacre----"
The tone of his voice startled her, and she begged at once:
"Let us go right away again. I am not afraid of the storm, nor the
darkness, and nothing can harm us if we pray to be taken care of. The
Great Spirit always hears. Let us go."
"It is too late. It's beginning to rain and that man is ordering us to
dismount, that he may put the horses in the stables. Jump down."
There were always some refugees at the Fort. Just then there were more
than ordinary; or, if all were not such, there were many passing
travellers, journeying in emigrant trains toward the unsettled west,
to make their new homes there, and these used "Uncle Sam's tavern" as
an inn of rest and refreshment.
Amid so many, therefore, small attention was paid to the arrival of
these two young people. They were furnished with a plain supper, in
the main living room of the building which seemed a big and dreary
place, and immediately afterward were dismissed to bed. Kitty was
assigned a cot among the women guests and Gaspar slept in the men's
quarters.
But neither had very comfortable thoughts, and the talk of her
dormitory neighbors kept the Sun Maid long awake. Here, as in Mercy's
cabin, the dominant subject was the reward offered for the capture of
the Indians, and a fresh fear set her trembling as one indignant
matron exclaimed:
"There's one of those pesky red-skins in this very Fort this night. He
came with that girl yonder, but I hope he won't be let to get away as
easy. The country is overrun with the Indians, and is no place for
decent white folks. They outnumber us ten to one. That's why I've got
my husband to sell out. We're on our way back East, to civilization."
"Well, if one's come here to-night, I reckon he'll be taken care of!
Massacres are more plenty than money, and some man or other'll make
out to claim the prize. What sort of Indian was he?"
"Oh, like them all. All paint and feather and wickedness. I wish
somebody'd take and hang him to the sally-port, just for an example."
This was too much for loyal Kitty Briscoe. She could no more help
springing up in defence of her friends than she could help breathing.
"You women must not talk like that! There are good Indians, and they
are the best people in the world. They won't hurt anybody who lets
them alone. That Indian you're talking against is the Black Partridge.
He is splendid. He is my very oldest friend, except Gaspar. He
wouldn't hurt a fly, and he'd help everybody needed help. It's this
horrible offer of money for every Indian caught that has set my
precious Other Mother wandering over the country this dark night, and
made Gaspar and me homeless runaways."
There was instant hubbub in the room, and no more desire for sleep on
anybody's part until Kitty had been made to tell her story, the story
of her life as she remembered it, over and over again; and when
finally slumber overtook her, even in the midst of her narrative, her
dreams were filled with visions of Wahneenah fleeing and forever
pursued by uniformed soldiers with glistening bayonets, who fired
after her to the merry sound of a bugle and drum.
In the morning she found Gaspar and related her night's experience.
He received it gravely, without the sympathy she expected.
"Kit, I don't understand. What you said was true, and right enough for
me to say. But it's not like you to be so bold. Yesterday, you were
saucy to the harvest-women and now again to these. Is it because you
are growing up so fast, I wonder? All women are not like Other Mother.
They might get angry with you, and punish you. If I should go----"
"If what, Gaspar Keith?"
"Kitty, _I can't stay here_. It would kill me. I must get out into the
open. I am going away. Right away. Now. This very hour even. You must
be brave, and understand."
"Go away? I, too? All right. Only don't look so sober. I don't care. I
promised to go anywhere you wished and I will. I'm ready."
"But--but--It's only I, my Kit. Not you."
"You would go away, and--leave me here? Just because you don't like
it?"
All the color went out of her fair, round face, and she caught his
head between her hands, and turned it so that she could look into his
dark eyes, which could not bear to look into her own startled and
reproachful ones.