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Updated: June 22, 2025
And while that fight went on, Cochise, aflame with hatred, outraged by this violation of the sacred custom of conference, believing now every word that had been spoken to him by Mangus Colorado and the other war-chiefs, whipped out his knife.
He was Pete, the Navaho who had been with the Apaches under the cliff house on the day that Cochise had trapped Lennon and Carmena. Slade's manner toward him was that of a half-distrustful master. He questioned him hastily in English. Pete answered haltingly, with frequent lapses into the gutturals and hissings of his native tongue. His eyes glittered with fierce excitement.
And with that he realized in a flash all the cool courage and cleverness and self-sacrifice of the plan that she had schemed out against the brute force of Slade and the cruel cunning of Cochise. Elsie was safe hidden in the mummy room, Slade was dying or dead, and now she had lured Cochise and his murderous followers into the death trap! He saw the flare of the lighted tinder in the firebox.
"Well," Cochise told him finally, "I believe that after I am gone I will see you again, my friend." And those were their last words together. The next morning, at the hour which he had named, Cochise breathed his last.
The talk went on; the interpreter droned out one answer after another to his speeches, and that shadow in the eyes of Cochise deepened. In itself the matter at issue was a small one. A settler had lost a cow and he had accused the Apaches of stealing the animal. Young Lieutenant Bascom had summoned the chiefs to conference and they had come they said to help him find the culprit.
Well, just let me tell you, sonny boy when I want a squaw I take her. As for that she-wildcat, she's going down to Cochise right now. What's more, you're going with her if you don't agree to write that mine report and shell out the whole twenty thousand." "You devil!" cried Lennon. "I'll give you all everything I possess to save the girls from you.
Probably owing to his ready advance, he was not again bound, though Cochise ordered a pair of his followers to guard the white man. The other Apaches pressed close after the leaders, drawn by their fierce craving for tizwin. Regardless of Lennon's look of loathing, Carmena lighted a candle and led the way direct to the mummy room.
All yours if only you have the nerve to go up after Slade!" Cochise looked up the cliff, with a sudden ferocious scowl. Lennon was gasping for breath against the frightfulness of what he had heard. To save herself, Carmena was betraying her foster-sister to the fiendish savage.
He forced his pony up beside the trader's pinto while the basket cage was yet several feet overhead. "See here, Slade," he said, "you've given me a rough deal. But we're both white men. We can't permit Cochise to have Farley's girls. That is unthinkable. I'll agree to forget the snake. Give me my rifle and we'll go through with our bargain." "Like hell we will!" growled the trader.
Three quarters of a mile to the left, in a cavity forty feet up the rock wall and well under an overhang of the towering precipices, nestled a group of stone ruins. Lennon pointed toward the ancient buildings. "Cliff dwellings, I take it." "Yes I told Elsie to be ready with the ladder. We'll make it in time for the call of Cochise."
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