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"I think so, sir; but if if they should accidentally put an make asses of 'emselves they might, you know I hope you'll represent that they were only frightened. There isn't an ounce of real vice in 'em, and I should never forgive myself if any one of of my name got them into trouble." The Colonel nodded, but said nothing. Chinn and Bukta departed at once.
I quote: "We charge that I. W. W. members have been murdered, and mention here a few of those who have lost their lives: "Joseph Michalish was shot to death by a mob of so-called citizens. Michael Hoey was beaten to death in San Diego. Samuel Chinn was so brutally beaten in the county jail at Spokane, Washington, that he died from the injuries.
John Chinn the First gave them written promises that, if they were good from a certain date, the Government would overlook previous offences; and since John Chinn was never known to break his word he promised once to hang a Bhil locally esteemed invulnerable, and hanged him in front of his tribe for seven proved murders the Bhils settled down as steadily as they knew how.
They carried news that it was good and right to be scratched with ghost-knives; that Jan Chinn was indeed reincarnated as a god of free food and drink, and that of all nations the Satpura Bhils stood first in his favour, if they would only refrain from scratching.
Men mean well, and they'll promise a woman heaven or hell to get rid of her, but you can't trust them. How about Mr. Chinn?" "Hardest of all. He can't speak correctly, and has never been out of Yorkburg a week in his life. And yet he says we've got as good streets as we need, and he doesn't approve of all this education, anyhow." "Naturally.
The brute couched, choked, and fell, and before Chinn knew well what had happened Bukta bade him stay still while he paced the distance between his feet and the ringing jaws. "Fifteen," said Bukta. "Short paces. No need for a second shot, Sahib. He bleeds cleanly where he lies, and we need not spoil the skin. I said there would be no need of these, but they came in case."
A scuffle and a cry were followed by the appearance of a Hindoo vaccinator, quaking with fear, bound hand and foot, as the Bhils of old were accustomed to bind their human sacrifices. He was pushed cautiously before the presence; but young Chinn did not look at him. "I said the man that was bound. Is it a jest to bring me one tied like a buffalo?
"Can ye find and follow it for me?" "By daylight if one comes with us, and, above all, stands near by." "I will stand close, and we will see to it that Jan Chinn does not ride any more." The Bhils shouted the last words again and again.
"How the little devil stares! What is it, Bukta?" "The Mark!" was the whispered answer. "It is nothing. You know how it is with my people!" Chinn was annoyed. The dull-red birth-mark on his shoulder, something like a conventionalised Tartar cloud, had slipped his memory or he would not have bathed.
A few days after their arrival in the city, the slave eloped, and a reward of five hundred dollars was offered for his apprehension. Friend Hopper knew nothing about him; but some mischievous person wrote a note to Judge Chinn, stating that the fugitive was concealed at his store, in Pearl-street.
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