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On coming up with Garey, he stuck a second arrow in the ground: its point also inclined to the south, and so that it could be seen from the former one. Garey then galloped forward, keeping on the trail, while Rube struck out again to the open prairie, and advanced in a line parallel to it.
They knew not that from the belts of several of us El Sol, Seguin, Garey, and myself hung a fearful weapon, the most fearful of all others in close combat: the Colt revolver. It was then but a new patent, and no Navajo had ever heard its continuous and death-dealing detonations. "Brothers!" said Seguin, again placing himself in an attitude to speak, "you deny that I am the father of the girl.
I saw the girl spring upon the roof, followed by Garey; and the next moment the wounded man sank fainting in the arms of the trapper. Rube, Saint Vrain, and several others now climbed to the roof, and commenced examining the wound. I watched them with feelings of painful suspense, for the character of this most singular man had inspired me with friendship.
Then, via! off goes a post boots and spurs are no doubt already on and by and by comes Knollys, or Garey, or Walsingham, to bear off the perilous maiden to walk in Queen Bess's train, and have her ears boxed when her Majesty is out of humour, or when she gets weary of dressing St.
Our first impulse was to rush down the ravine, satisfy our thirst at the spring, and our hunger on the half-polished bones that were strewed over the prairie. Prudence, however, restrained us. "Wait till they're clar gone," said Garey. "They'll be out o' sight in three skips o' a goat." "Yes! stay where we are a bit," added another; "some of them may ride back; something may be forgotten."
"And is yon gal your sister?" eagerly inquired Garey, his manner and the expression of his countenance all at once changing. "She is. I have said she is." "And are you El Sol?" "I am." "I ask your pardon; but " "I pardon you. Let me proceed!" "Oh, sir, do not. No! no! She is your sister, and I know you have the right, but thar's no needcessity.
Where was the owner? Could he have escaped from the thicket while the men were engaged around the fallen buffaloes? He might, though it was barely probable; but the hunters knew that these savages run more like wild animals, like hares, than human beings, and he might have escaped to the chapparal. "If that Injun has got clar," said Garey, "we've no time to lose in skinnin' them bufflers.
Several of the men, less brave than their comrades, ran off to hide themselves in the snow, while others commenced climbing the low pine-trees! "`Cache the gals! cried Garey. `Hyar, yer darned Spanish greasers! if yer won't light, hook on to the weemen a wheen o' yer, and toat them to the snow. Cowardly slinks, wagh!
"Whar, then?" "Whur thur's no great show o' redskins. He may shoot well; he did oncest on a time: plumb centre." "You knew him, did ye?" "O-ee-es. Oncest. Putty squaw: hansum gal. Whur do 'ee want me to go?" I thought that Garey seemed inclined to carry the conversation further. There was an evident interest in his manner when the other mentioned the "squaw."
The reply was not so courteous. "Did I fire! Didn't ye hear a crack? Didn't ye see the thing fall? Look yonder!" Garey, as he spoke, pointed up to the bird. "We must have fired simultaneously." As the Indian said this he appealed to his gun, which was still smoking at the muzzle.
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