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Everything was landed; the boat itself was hoisted on to the rocks; the voyage was over. "Think ye know yer way, Capm?" queried Glover, squinting doubtfully up the arid recesses of the smaller cañon. "Of course I may be mistaken. But even if it is not Diamond Creek, it will take us in our direction. We have made westing enough to have the Cactus Pass very nearly south of us."
"I'll sheath the whole bottom with bearskin," said Glover. "Then we can let her grind. It'll be an all day's chore, Capm perhaps two days." They passed thirty-six hours in this miserable bivouac. Glover worked during every moment of daylight. No one else could do anything. A green hand might break a needle, and a needle broken was a step toward death.
Then the lamentable outcries sank to a gasping and sobbing which could only be imagined by the spectators on the hill. "Can't you hit some of them?" Thurstane asked Texas Smith. "Better let 'em finish," muttered the borderer. "The gal can't be helped. She's as good as dead, Capm." After another rest came a fresh scene of horror.
"You bet!" replied Texas Smith, with an indescribable air of humiliation. "I'm outbragged. I shan't tell of it." "I shall give orders to my men. If anything queer happens, you won't live the day out." "The keerds is stocked agin me, Capm. I pass. You kin play it alone." "Now, then, walk back to the Casa, and keep quiet during the rest of this journey."
Then there was more hammering around the sufferer's feet, and more shrill wailing. She was spiked through the palms and the ankles to the tree. It was a crucifixion. "By !" groaned Thurstane, "I never will spare an Indian as long as I live." "Capm, I'm with you," said Texas Smith. "I seen my mother fixed like that. I seen it from the bush whar I was a hidin'. I was a boy then.
"Capm, I'll go that much." "Will you pledge yourself not to harm any one in this party, man or woman?" "I'll go that much, too." "I don't want to get any tales out of you. You can keep your secrets. Damn your secrets!" "Capm, you're jest the whitest man I ever see." "Will you pledge yourself to keep dark about this talk that we've had?"
"All the way from that bewt there the one that looks most like a haystack." "Well, who the devil are you?" "I'm Phineas Glover Capm Phineas Glover from Fair Haven, Connecticut. I'm goin' to Californy after gold. Got lost out of the caravan among the mountings. Was comin' along alone, 'n' run afoul of some Injuns. They're hidin' behind that bewt, 'n' they've got my mewl." "Indians!
The Capm he lassoed me, an' choked me some; an' now you're on it." "When things habben to officers, they must pe looked into," replied Meyer. "I dunno how in thunder the lariat got busted," repeated Texas. "An' if I should go for to guess, I mought guess wrong." "All right, Schmidt; I pelieve you. If there is no more drubble, you will not pe called up again."
"Guess you'll have to leave your bayonet where it sticks. But, Capm, we want that line. Can't you shute it away, clost by th' edge?" The third shot was a lucky one, and brought down the precious cord. Then came the work of putting the boat into shape, launching it, getting in the stores, and lastly the voyagers. "Tight's a drum yit," observed Glover, surveying the coracle admiringly.
"Capm," said the bravo, and then came to a pause "Capm, I ain't a gentleman," he resumed, with the sulky humility of a bulldog who is beaten by his master. "I own up to it, Capm. I ain't a gentleman."
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