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Then Three will answer; we no care 'bout Three. If me take long, and come time for 'nother call, you do um same as first. Soon we be over." "You won't have a punt," I suggested. "No need um; water so," he drew his hand across his waist. "Tote Lady, then Echochee." "She doesn't know I'm to be there?" "No; plenty time."
I whispered. "If Lady say come, she come," he answered. This set me thinking, and I decided to write a note that Smilax could deliver. Sylvia might then feel assured that she was not being abducted by a negro whom Echochee had known only in childhood.
She placed a hand on the woman's shoulder and spoke a few hurried words, then raised her head and looked imperiously at the men, saying: "You shan't hurt any one because Echochee obeys me. Is the punt all you want?" Jess moved uneasily, but there was no trace of embarrassment in the bearing of Efaw Kotee. "No, it's not! We want to cross to you!" "No one comes on this island," she said.
As the punt touched at the landing platform below Sylvia's house the fellow did not get out, but gave the call of an ibis a weird, beautifully mystic call that is rarely heard and almost impossible to imitate. Smilax appreciated this, for he grunted: "Good." The door opened and the Indian woman looked out. "Hey, there, Echochee," he said. "I got a present from the boss."
And I shan't be married to that kind of thing, or any one else. You've had my warning. If you, or he, or any of your beastly men come to this island, you'll get only my dead body. And Echochee, dear soul, is going with me. What's more, if you start any tortures, we'll die before witnessing them." "Then, by God," he screamed, "you and your damned hag'll begin to starve from this day!
So, whistling the Charpentier love song, he left me. At the kitchen fire Echochee was busily preparing food for a company now swelled to ten, and Smilax had dropped in rank to an assistant.
He knew where she kept the money, and while she was in the lawyer's office persuading him to take the case, her husband stole it and sneaked away." I uttered a cry at this hideous ingratitude, and she glanced at me, gravely adding: "Then he got drunk and was run over by a train; so, in a sense, Echochee freed him, after all." "Oh, the magnanimous courage of a woman's devotion!"
As a matter of fact, I had been thinking more about my own Cross; how I should have to carry it after she went away until my heart broke beneath its cruel weight. "That was a careless way of meaning something else," I tried to answer lightly. "You shouldn't say evasive things. It leads to speaking with two tongues, which Echochee has taught me is wrong."
"But what shall we do?" He relaxed then, and slowly answered: "Me think 'while. Echochee good old woman; always kind to l'il black boy." "You know her?" I could hardly have hoped for that stroke of luck. "Me know all Seminole; not many left. 'Echochee' mean what white man say 'li'l deer. She old woman when me l'il black boy in Reservation. Me think 'while; you, too."
"But there were eight the night I escaped!" "Then Smilax got one during the chase which shows that he and Echochee haven't been killed." But during this our eyes never left the ditch and our rifles were ready to blaze away at the first sign of movement. "Why?" she asked. "Because if he had to make a last stand there wouldn't be as many as seven men here now."
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