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If it is, then they'd like us, wouldn't they? and we could have friends. I'm not thinking about myself just about Marylyn." "You gals got each other. Meetin' th' women at Brannon means meetin' th' men. An' Ah won't hev it!" His voice rose almost to a shout. "I'll never speak to you about it again," she said. And her quiet acceptance mollified him.
"Thank you," said Lounsbury, pleasantly, "interpreter is right. Two white women are held as captives in an Uncapapa camp somewhere west of here. It's been learned that you understand and speak the tongue. So, we present Colonel Cummings' compliments. He would like very much to have a talk with you at Brannon." It was a solution to Matthews. "Yes?
Yet the time of dreary waiting was up at last. For here, within striking distance, were the hostile reds! The warriors in the stockade knew better. Like so many whipped dogs, they were scattered to cover, there to hide their bitter chagrin. No war-party was come to harry Brannon, to lure the troopers into battle, to free the captive village.
At Shanty Town, the traces of him began and ended. But how had he reached Shanty Town? Old Michael furnished the clue of time. He related how he had heard the crack of a gun to the eastward the previous evening, "about th' ind av th' furst dog-watch." Captain Oliver stayed until the last rod had been travelled and the last stone turned. Then, he was ferried to Brannon.
Where the river-bluffs back of Brannon shoved their dark shoulders through the snow, the wind having swept their tops clean of the last downfall, he was working away like a muskrat. To and fro, he went, searching diligently for buffalo-chips.
Thrown down by a sounding-board of inky clouds, the alarm shots at Brannon, the shouting, the reports of the Gatlings, and the trumpet-calls fell sharp and clear upon the shack. Dallas, watching into the blackness from her bench by the door, was up and armed on the instant, and leaning far over the sill, as if to see the better through the dark.
During these preparations, the post joined in an effort to damp the aged preacher's hopes and to check his going. He was needed at Brannon, they said, so that the regiment could be rid of Matthews. His belief that he could talk peace terms to the hostiles was ludicrous. As for the Jamieson women, they were dead, or they would have been returned long since to save the four condemned from hanging.
"You will monkey with a buzz-saw!" he taunted. "Jus' wait." Clinging to his injured foot, Old Michael rocked himself and cursed. But not for long. He was soon rambling toward the barracks. "For," he argued, "there's more 'n wan way t' kill a cat." In a frontier post, news flies with the dust in the air. Soon the story of Matthews and the bull had spread to every soul at Brannon.
"You takin' his part, ain't y'?" he said. "M-m-m! how's thet? Are you so all-fired anxious t' git t' Brannon?" "No, dad, I'll never go to Brannon. Never! never! If I did, you, my father, oughtn't t' misunderstand it." He quailed before her vehemence, and hobbled shamefacedly toward the door. "O' course, if th' Injuns come " he began. "They won't." She drew Marylyn to her.
The Indians, while still troublesome beyond the Missouri, are rapidly being brought to see the advisability of remaining on the reservations, and little more annoyance on their part may be apprehended. Fort Brannon, he declares, is in the hands of several hundred brave fighting men and may be looked upon as a place of certain refuge in case of an outbreak.
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