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"Wagh! it don't beat Garey if he diz hit it," exclaimed a third. What was our amazement at seeing the girl fling off her plumed bonnet, place the gourd upon her head, fold her arms over her bosom, and standing fronting us as calm and immobile as if she had been carved upon the tree! There was a murmur in the crowd.
The half-robber discipline, voluntary at the best, had vanished under the levelling-rod of a common suffering, and I trembled to think "`It clars a leetle, out tharawa! "It was the voice of the trapper, Garey, who had risen and stood pointing toward the East. "In an instant we were all upon our feet, looking in the direction, indicated.
Before Garey could turn to interpose himself, the rifle was at the Indian's shoulder and levelled. His finger was on the trigger, and his eyes glanced through the sights. It was too late to interfere. Any attempt at that might bring about the dreaded result. The hunter, as he turned, saw this, and halting in his tracks, stood straining and silent.
"`The Injun's right; it's man-root! said Garey, picking up some leaves which the Delaware had chopped off. "I recognised a plant well-known to the mountain-men a rare, but wonderful convolvulus, the Iponea leptophylla. The name of `man-root' is given to it by the hunters from the similarity of its root in shape, and sometimes in size, to the body of a man.
"Ge-hosaphat! Hyur's a fellur ridin' 'ithout eyther saddle or bridle!" Five or six men with rifles sprang out from the rocks, surrounding me. "May an Injun eat me ef 'tain't the young fellur as tuk me for a grizzly! Billee! look hyur! hyur he is! the very fellur! He! he! he! He! he! he!" "Rube! Garey!" "What! By Jove, it's my friend Haller! Hurrah! Old fellow, don't you know me?" "Saint Vrain!"
"That's like, with that ar' spangled gimcrack!" said Garey, looking disdainfully at the other's gun, and then proudly at his own brown weather-beaten piece, which he had just wiped, and was about to reload. "Gimcrack or no," answered the Indian, "she sends a bullet straighter and farther than any piece I have hitherto met with. I'll warrant she has sent hers through the body of the crane."
Fierce exclamations still continued, and the mutineers again began to encourage one another with shouts. I had thrown myself alongside the chief, with my revolvers cocked and ready, resolved to stand by him to the death. Several others had done the same, among whom were Rube, Garey, Sanchez the bull-fighter, and the Maricopa.
"But tell me," said I, addressing Seguin, "who is the Indian? he who performed the wild feat of shooting the " "Ah! El Sol; he is a Coco." "A Coco?" "Yes; of the Maricopa tribe." "But that makes me no wiser than before. I knew that much already." "You knew it? Who told you?" "I heard old Rube mention the fact to his comrade Garey." "Ay, true; he should know him." Seguin remained silent.
It is esculent, and serves to sustain human life. "In an instant, half-a-dozen men were upon their knees, chipping and hacking the hard clay, but their hatchets glinted off as from the surface of a rock. "`Look hyar! cried Garey; `ye're only spoilin' yer tools. Cut down a wheen o' these pine saplin's, and make a fire over him!
"Ha! ha! Barney has killed the devil. Ha! ha!" "Wagh!" exclaimed a trapper, spurring his horse toward the thicket; "the fool saw nothin'. I'll chance it, anyhow." "Stop, comrade!" cried the hunter Garey; "let's take a safer plan. Redhead's right. Thar's Injuns in them bushes, whether he seen it or not; that skunk warn't by himself, I reckin; try this a way!"
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