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But when the tall white man had seated himself upon the skins which covered the dry earth and announced his purpose, Cochise betrayed astonishment. "I have come here," Jeffords said with the deliberation which one must use when he is talking with an Indian, "to see you, to know you better, and to talk over certain matters with you.
Across the living room he saw Pete cauterizing a bullet wound on the bare arm of a fellow Navaho with the astringent red sap of the sangre de dragon tree. Elsie noticed Lennon's roving look of inquiry. "They shot the other one on the ladder," she explained. "But Slade isn't hurt, and he hauled the ladder up. Cochise can't get us now." "Not now," whispered Carmena. "But if Slade "
"Shake, pard. Why didn't you speak up sooner? I might have knowed you was O.K. But Carmena is only a gal, and we got to be careful of strangers in these parts. Bad place for hoss thieves and brand-blotters. That's why I put up with a mean Injun like Cochise. He and his bunch see to it we don't lose no stock."
I will stay here two days or maybe three; and while I remain to show my good faith one of your squaws may keep my weapons." With which he laid aside his rifle and revolver. After a silence whose length would have been disconcerting to any other than an old-timer owning a knowledge of the Indian ways, Cochise called a squaw, who picked up the firearms at his bidding and took them away with her.
Either a band of vengeful cattlemen had discovered and attacked the rustlers' secret stronghold, or Cochise had returned and taken advantage of Slade's absence to carry out his designs against Elsie. The man sent back by Slade evidently was riding to summon reinforcements of Navahos from the pueblo.
You know, Slade has his own bunch of Navaho punchers. So, you see, Cochise has to " Carmena stopped to point across the upper end of the valley. "Talk of the devil " she exclaimed. Over below the cliff house Lennon saw a small group of mounted men waiting for the basket that was being lowered to them on the hoist rope.
Had his torturer been Cochise, there might have been no room for hope. But Slade was a white man. He might prefer gold to the lust of torture. The death of his victim would mean the loss of the ransom money. Lennon's tense nerves and rigid muscles relaxed. He allowed his upward and backward-strained head to sink down until one cheek rested upon the hot sand.
And they'll steal all his cattle." The girl winced and looked down. "No. You see Dad he is friends with all the Indians hereabouts. I'll be safe enough now, soon as Cochise cools off. It's only a question of you." "I see!" exclaimed Lennon. "You know the renegades. You would have been safe at the first. You have risked your own life just to save mine. I'll never forget that, Carmena."
"I am going to keep you always. Until I get you out of here safe from Slade and Cochise I shall be just your Brother Jack. But I love you, dear, and when we reach a town we shall be married." "O-o-oh! Then I'll belong to you I'll be your woman?" "You will be my darling little wife. I will be good to you and take care of you always." "Oh, you dear, nice Jack!
And Lieutenant Bascom, fretting with the passage of the hours, looked on the ragged group in their dirty nondescript garments and chafed with fresh intolerance. Cochise read that intolerance in the eyes of the smooth-cheeked officer and, being an Apache, managed to conceal the suspicion in his own eyes. He did not want trouble with the white man.
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