Golden Face Part 16

"Oh, dear no; nothing like it. And now--and now we are alone, I want really to thank you as I ought, but--but--I don't know how," broke off the girl, with a comic ruefulness that was inexpressibly bewitching.

"Really, though, I never was further from joking in my life. Now that I have seen what those dreadful savages are like, I seem to realise what a frightful fate you saved me from," she added earnestly, with a lovely flush.

"Let us talk of something else," he answered, somewhat abruptly. "You showed extraordinary grit during the recent little unpleasantness between us and our red brothers. May I ask where, when, and how you served your apprenticeship as an Indian fighter?"

She laughed and gave a slight shiver. Now that they were over, the appalling experiences of the early morning could not but tell upon her.

She was rather pale, and dark circles round her eyes told of an apprehensive and restless night.

"Poor Mrs Winthrop is quite ill this morning, and no wonder. I hope we shall have no more of those frightful experiences. And yet, to look round the camp no one would suspect that anything out of the way had happened."

Vipan followed her glance. He was glad that all traces of the b.l.o.o.d.y struggle had been removed--the dead bodies, including that of the unfortunate emigrant who had been scalped, had been buried while the terrified and worn-out women were sleeping the slumber of exhaustion.

"No, it was all horrible--horrible," Yseulte went on, speaking gravely and sadly. "If I was not half-dead with fear it was thanks to my father's teaching. He always used to say that panic was fatal to self-respect, and still more fatal to self-preservation. Child as I was, the idea took root, and I was able to conquer my fears of bulls or savage dogs, or mysterious noises at night, or at any rate very nearly so."

"Quite, I should say. Your father must be a somewhat rare type of man."

"He is. Wait till you see him. Then you will think so."

"Is he coming out here, then?"

"Coming out here!" she echoed, wonderingly. "Oh, no. I am going back in a few months' time. I mean when you come to see us and give him the opportunity of thanking you as I never can."

Vipan looked curiously at her. They had been strolling all this while, and were now well out of earshot of the camp.

"When I come and see you," he repeated. "To begin with, it is extremely unlikely I shall ever leave these festive plains, let alone go back to England."

"Ah, you _are_ English. I guessed that much from the very first. But I thought--we all thought--you were only out here on a trip."

He did not even smile.

"Do you think, Miss Santorex, that a man out here 'on a trip' would be up to every move of a Sioux war-party? No; I have been out here a good many years. There are those in the settlements who speak of me as the white Indian, who have more than once attempted my life because I happen to feel more respect for the savage as he is than for that vilest of all sc.u.m of humanity the 'mean white.' Why, not many weeks ago I was in a far tighter place than this last little shindy of ours, and narrowly escaped with my life at the hands of the latter."

"Bang!"

The picket posted on an eminence a mile distant had discharged his piece.

"We must cut short our walk," went on the adventurer. "That shot means Indians in sight."

A few minutes and the pickets could be seen riding in. As arranged, the cattle, which had been brought near on the first alarm, were now quickly driven into the corral.

The man who had fired the shot reported a large party of warriors approaching rapidly from the direction in which the a.s.sailants had retired. He reckoned it was the same lot coming back.

"Hoorar! Guess we'll lick 'em into pounded snakes again," drawled the long Kentuckian, on hearing this news.

"They don't want to fight," said Vipan, "or they wouldn't have drawn off so kindly to let us water and graze the stock. This time they're coming to talk."

"Well, that's better, anyhow," said the Major. A sentiment which his wife, who was standing at his side looking very pale and scared, thoroughly echoed.

Mounted figures now began to appear on the ridge about a mile away, and presently the entire band was halted upon the eminence. Then a couple of warriors rode out from the main body, and advancing a little distance, made the peace-sign. By way of answer a white towel was run up on a pole and waved above the waggon corral.

"I want you to see this, Miss Santorex," said Vipan. "It's a sight you may not see again in a lifetime."

The band had now left its halting place and was riding slowly down towards the camp. If in the wild fury of their swooping charge the Indians had worn a savagely picturesque aspect, with their waving plumes, and flowing tags and scalp-locks on weapon and garment, none the less now was the appearance of the warrior phalanx stately and striking to the last degree. So thought Yseulte Santorex, as she gazed with more admiration than fear upon this array of the barbaric chivalry of the Western plains.

The Indians approached in crescent formation, some half-dozen chiefs riding a little in advance. All were in their war-paint--the dresses of some being, moreover, exceeding rich with colour and embroidery--the eagle-plumed crest of many a noted brave streaming to the ground as he rode. Not a warrior but showed some bit of gorgeous colour. Even the ponies' manes were adorned with feathers and vermilion, and the lance-heads and floating pennants gleaming above the sea of fierce stern faces put the finishing touch to a battle array as martial and gallant-looking as it was redoubtable and ruthlessly unsparing.

"It is magnificent!" said Yseulte, as from the coign of vantage which the other had secured for her she surveyed the approaching band. "What tribe are they, Mr Vipan?"

"Sioux. There may be a few Cheyennes among them, but the war-party is a Sioux one. Take the gla.s.s, and I'll tell you who some of them are. The chief there most to the right is Crow-Scalper, of the Uncpapa clan, a record of whose atrocities would keep you awake at night for a week."

"He's a splendid-looking fellow," commented the girl, gazing withal at the gigantic warrior who had led the last and most persistent charge upon the camp.

"Oh, yes; I know him well. Many's the hour I've spent in his lodge making him talk. Now, look again. The middle one is Mountain Cat--the trappers call him Catamount, but the other's the real rendering of his name. He hates the whites more than any Indian on this continent, and would willingly put a bullet into me if he got the chance. He's an Ogallalla, and a good big chief too."

"He looks an awful savage," answered Yseulte, with the gla.s.s still at her eyes. "I never saw a more diabolical expression. Who is the man who has just joined them?"

"Lone Panther--a half-bred Cheyenne--a small chief in standing, but a fiend when he heads a war-party. And now I must leave you for a little, and go and hear what they have to say. It may interest you to watch the progress of our conference through the gla.s.s."

"That it will. But, oh, Mr Vipan, do try and persuade them to leave us in peace. You know them so well, I am sure you can."

"I'll try, anyhow, if only for your sake," he answered, with a queer smile.

The three chiefs named had halted their band, and, attended by a couple of warriors displaying dingy white rags on their lance-points, were cantering down towards the corral. Arrived within two hundred yards, they halted. There went forth to meet them Vipan, Major Winthrop, and one of the latter's cowboys, who rejoiced in the name of Sam Sharp; also two of the teamsters to hold their horses.

When within a hundred yards of each other, both parties dismounted. The three chiefs, giving their horses to their attendants, advanced with slow and stately gait to where the three white men awaited them.

"Do we meet in peace, or do we meet in war?" began Vipan, as both parties having surveyed each other for a few moments the Indians showed no inclination to break the silence. No answer followed this straight question. Then Lone Panther, breaking into a broad grin, said:

"Injun brother G.o.ddam hungry. White Colonel gib him heap 'chuck.'"

[Food.]

Of this flippant remark Winthrop, to whom it was addressed, took no notice beyond a signal to Vipan to carry the negotiations further.

The latter explained to the chiefs that the "white Colonel" entertained his friends, not his enemies. They had attacked his outfit, tried to run off his stock, and had made themselves a dangerous nuisance. But that the camp had been vigorously defended they would have killed every one in it. They could not do this, and now they came and asked to be feasted as if they were friends.

To this Crow-Scalper, putting on his most jovial smile and manner, replied that the whole affair had been a mistake. Young men, especially when on the war-path, would not always be restrained; that being so, the chiefs were obliged to humour them. Beside, the warriors had no idea that these whites were among the friends of Golden Face, or that Golden Face was in the camp at all. Otherwise they would never have attempted to run off even a single hoof.

Vipan could hardly keep from roaring with laughter at the twinkle which lurked in the speaker's eye, as he delivered himself of this statement.

Both he and the red man knew each other well--knew the futility of trying to humbug each other. Hence the joke underlying the whole thing.

What himself and his warriors most ardently desired now, went on Crow-Scalper, was to show themselves friends of the friends of Golden Face. To this end they proposed to accompany the waggon train as an escort. There were, he feared, bands of very bad Indians roaming the country, who would leave them unmolested if they had for escort a Dahcotah war-party. This course would wipe out all bad blood between them, and atone for the mistake they had made in attacking their dear friends the whites. So having settled this to his own satisfaction, Crow-Scalper suggested that a proper and most harmonious way of cementing their new friendship would be for the white men to join camp with their red brothers and to invite the latter to partic.i.p.ate in a feast.

Vipan managed to preserve his gravity while translating these proposals for the benefit of his companions. The chiefs meanwhile watched every expression of their faces with steady and scrutinising gaze.

"They must take us for born idiots," said Winthrop.

"Thunder! I guess there's no end to the sa.s.s of a redskin," said Sam Sharp, the cowboy. "Travel with a war-party of pesky Sioux!

Haw-haw-haw!"