Part 10 (2/2)
”But I will!” he cried veheht of the fire ”You are hts This squaw, I love her I burn for her! She is with ht and day I will have her, I tell you! There shall be no peace till h brought a s htfully
”You are a great chief, Little Black Fox,” he said ”But, see, there is no need to go on the war-path Sit, like those wise councilors of yours It is good to po”
The headstrong youth sat down again, and the poent forward It was daylight again when Nevil returned to Wanaha For Indian pos are slow s, and Little Black Fox was no better than the rest of his race when deliberations of grave import were on
CHAPTER VIII
SETH WASHES A HANDKERCHIEF
Seth was not in the habit ofthere was always plenty to do at the far city were peculiarly suited to idle folk, or folk who had money to spend And this man was neither the one nor the other
White River Farm was a prosperous farm, but it was still in that condition when its possibilities were not fully developed, and, like the thrifty, foresighted farmers Rube and his adopted son were, they were content to invest every available cent of profit in improvements Consequently, when the latter did find his way to Roiheim's hotel it was alith a definite purpose; a purpose as necessary as any of his duties in his day's labor
Riding into the townshi+p one evening hethe stablehand's offer of care for his horse, sat down quietly on the verandah and lit his pipe Beyond the loungers in the saloon and old Louis Roihei the passers-by, but went on s-of-the-Castle” ga beside the track, and these seemed to interest him most The sheriff stopped and spoke to hiave hi, raw-boned broncho ca the townshi+p by the southern trail
Seth waited until the sun had set Then he stepped off the verandah and tightened the cinches of his saddle, and readjusted the neatly rolled blanket tied at the cantle The proprietor of the hotel was lounging against one of the posts which supported the verandah
”Goin'?” he asked indifferently Seth was not a profitable custo”
Seth swung into the saddle and rode off And he, too, passed out of the town over the southern trail
Later he overhauled the Indian It was Jim Crow, the chief of the Indian police
”Where do we sleep to-night?” he asked, after greeting the overne except when necessary But he still retained his inclination to signs Now he estive of three rises of land, and finished up with the word ”Tepee”
”I et back the day after to-h the Reservations I want to see Parker”
”Good,” said the Indian, and relapsed into that companionable silence which all prairie men, whether Indian or white, so well understand
That night the twoto Jim Crow It ell off the Reservation, and was never pitched in the sa Ji under her man's orders, while the scout went about his business
After supper a long talk proceeded Seth becaave information
”Yes,” he said, in answer to a question the white man had put ”I find it after much time Sa-sa- Wolf and all the braves who come out this way, you make much shoot
So They all kill 'Cep' this one ol' brave He live quiet an' say nothing Why? I not say So Wolf Before you kill him maybe So he not say Bimeby Sa-sa-mai, she much 'cute She talk ol' brave Hiive ”