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You got to Laramie, all right, but he didn't tell father in time to make a roundup back in the foothills. They're DANCING, mother!" "Well, I suppose We're due for an outbreak," sighed mother. "Colorou says he can't hold his young men off when some of the tribe have been killed. He himself doesn't countenance the stealing and the occasional killing of white men.
"Colorou ain't any whiter than he was before you set out to learn him manners. He was hoppin' higher than any of 'em." "Teach, Buddy, not learn. You know better than to say 'learn him manners." "Teach him manners," Buddy corrected himself obediently. "I was thinking more about what I saw than about grammar. Where's father? I guess I'd better tell him.
While he gathered his horses together he guessed how old Colorou had planned to catch the Tomahawk riders when they left camp and scattered, two by two, on "Circle." He had held his band well out of sight and sound of the Big Creek cabin, and if the horses had not strayed up the creek in the night he would have caught the white men off their guard.
He'll want to get the stock out of the mountains, I should think." "Colorou will send me word before they take the warpath," mother observed reassuringly. "He always has. I gave him a whole pound of tea and a blue ribbon the last time he was here." "Yes, and the last time they broke out they got away with more 'n a hundred head of cattle.
Don't you remember how the bunch of us laughed at him when he drifted in about dark, him and four burros that one he called Boomerang, that he named his paper after in Laramie? I've told lots of times what he said when he come stoopin' into the kitchen how Colorou had sent him word that he'd give Bill just four sleeps to get outa there. An, 'Hell! says Bill.
In the next moment she was all mother, ready to fight for her young. "Buddy, never, never ride ANYWHERE without your rifle! And a revolver, too be sure that it is in perfect condition. And have you a knife? You're so LITTLE!" she wailed. "But father will need you, and he'll take care of you and Colorou would not let you be hurt if he knew.
But Buddy, you must be careful, and always watching never let them catch you off your guard. I shall be in Laramie before you and father and the boys, I suppose, if the Indians really do break out. And you must promise me " "I'll promise, mother. And don't you go and trust old Colorou an inch.
He stopped and looked again doubtfully at his father. "I thought you might want to get the cattle outa the way," he added. "I thought I could save some time " "You're sure about the paint?" "Yes, I'm sure. And Colorou was just a-going it with his war bonnet on and shaking his tomahawk and yelling " "Ye did well, lad. We'll be leaving for Big Creek to-night, so run away now and rest yourself."
Even if they did they would not see him, and if they saw him it would be madness to ride back though there was not a man among them who would not have wheeled in his tracks and returned for Buddy in the very face of Colorou and his band. From the cottonwoods came the pound of galloping hoofs. "Angels NOTHING!" Cried Buddy in deep disgust and scuttled for the cabin.
"You're an ambitious lad, Buddy. It's the Utes you're meaning or is it the horses?" Buddy lifted his head and stared at his father disapprovingly. "Colorou is going to break out. I know. They've got their war paint all on and they're dancing. I saw them myself. I was going after the gloves Colorou s squaw was making for me, but I didn't get 'em. I laid in the brush and watched 'em dance."
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