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He reminded himself how Gledware had caused the death of Red Feather, not in the heat of fury or in blind terror, but in coldblooded bargaining. He meditated on Gledware's attitude toward Lahoma; he thought nothing good of him, he magnified the evil.
It was a single figure that swept up the steps, unobstructed, aided, indeed, by the mass of packed men in the street a figure slight and erect, tingling with the necessity of action to which every vein and muscle responded, tingling so vitally, so electrically, that the crowd also tingled, not understanding, but none the less thrilled. "Lahoma!" Wilfred was at her side. "You here!"
"And the man whispered feebly, 'It is all true don't kill me, for God's sake, don't kill me save me, Lahoma, MY CHILD! "I begged him not to kill the man. Red Feather said to me, 'You hear how he treat my daughter! You my friend, Lahoma. You know all that, and yet you tell me not kill him? "'I say not kill him. "'Then you hate my daughter?
Wilfred was reminded of the sinister expression displayed at the first mention by Lahoma of Gledware's name, and he experienced once more that surprised feeling of not being nearly so well acquainted with him as he had supposed. After a dead silence, Willock handed the telegram to Bill, who wrinkled his brow over it a minute or two before handing it to Wilfred.
Blood-stains indicated that more than two had been shot. From that ghastly sight it was a relief to find himself once more enclosed by the coach walls with Lahoma so peacefully sleeping. Once he fell into a doze from which he was startled by the impression that soft noises, not of wind or rain, were creeping over the earth.
The stage was rapidly coming up abreast of them, and Wilfred felt her grasp tighten. There was a flash of lights, a glimpse of the driver's face as of creased leather as he raised his whip above his head then noise and cloud of dust passed on and the lights became trailing sparks that in a minute or two the wind seemed to blow out. "My poor Brick!" Lahoma wailed.
And if that's the way to make Lahoma happy...." No wonder he felt queer; but his light-headedness did not rise, as a matter of fact, entirely from subjective storm-threatenings. There was something about that boatman now, when he tilted up his head slightly, and the hat failed to conceal was it possible?... "My God!" whispered Willock; "it's Red Feather!"
That there old settler, I have crossed a few words with him, and I believe he would do noble to travel with. He's as gruff and growly as a grizzly bear if you say a word to him, and if he'll just turn all that temper he's vented on me on to any strangers we may run up against on the trail, he'll do invaluable." "I'll go catch up the pony," said Lahoma briefly, "for I see the thing is to be did.
Brick Willock stared at her in amazement. "Where'd you get that from?" "My name Lahoma Willock Red Feather tell me." He smoked in silence, puffing rapidly. Then "My name is Brick Willock. How came you to be named Lahoma Willock?" Lahoma suggested thoughtfully "All white people named Willock?" "There's a few," Willock shook his head, "with less agreeable names.
No doubt deeds of long ago, never punished, demanded a sacrifice. He hated the agents of this justice not so much because they threatened his liberty, his life, as because they stepped in between himself and Lahoma. Always a man of expedients, he now sought some way of frustrating justice, and naturally his plans took the color of violence.
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