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Updated: June 13, 2025
"David's a very good shot," she said complacently, not at all sure of her statement, for David did not excel in the role of Nimrod. "He kept us supplied with buffalo meat all the way up the Platte." This was a falsehood. Daddy John and Leff had been the hunters of the party. But Susan did not care.
For a long, silent moment the two parties remained immovable, eying each other across the hollow. Then David edged closer to the girl. He felt his heart thumping, but his first throttling grip of fear loosened as his mind realized their helplessness. Leff was the only one with arms. They must get in front of Susan and tell her to run and the camp was a mile off!
Daddy John settled down on the seat. "I'm almighty glad it weren't him, Missy," he said, over his shoulder. "I'd 'a' known then why you cried." Late the same day Leff, who had been riding on the bluffs, came down to report a large train a few miles ahead of them. It was undoubtedly the long-looked-for New York Company. The news was as a tonic to their slackened energies.
Aunt Chloe, what have you done with him?" "Showed him into de parlor, mistis, and leff him a-sittin' dar." "What's his name, auntie?" asked Lottie, as the old lady refolded the letter and took off her glasses. "Bromly Egerton; quite romantic, isn't it? Excuse me for a few minutes, dears; I must go and see what he wants."
Leff felt unjustly snubbed, but that did not prevent him from watching the faintly defined aura of shadow which he knew to be the dark young woman he was too shy to look at when he met her face to face. He continued watching till the brand died down to a spark and Daddy John withdrew it and went back to his fire.
Very shy, very curious, he came out from the trees ready at once and forever to worship anyone who could set their words to such dulcet cadences. The clearing, green as an emerald and shining with rain, showed the hood of the wagon and the new, clean tent, white as sails on a summer sea, against the trees' young bloom. In the middle the fire burned and beside it stood Leff, a skillet in his hand.
"Saw her come in here," thought the old man, drawing his head in, "and wants to hang round and snoop." Since the Indian episode he despised Leff. His contempt was unveiled, for the country lout who had shown himself a coward had dared to raise his eyes to the one star in Daddy John's firmament. He would not have hidden his dislike if he could.
On the other side of the fire a lady and gentleman stood arm in arm under an umbrella. The two faces, bent upon Leff with grave attention, were alike, not in feature, but in the subtly similar play of expression that speaks the blood tie. A father and daughter, David thought.
Leff leaned from the blankets and kicked him, a gentle but meaning kick on the leg. To his surprise David lifted a wakeful face, the brow furrowed with an angry frown. "Can't you go to sleep," he muttered crossly. "Let that girl curl her hair, and go to sleep like a man." He dropped his face once more on his arms.
The skull passed from hand to hand till Courant dropped it and kicked it to one side where Leff went after it, lifted it by the horns and stood spelling out the words with a grin. The children, at first rejoicing in the new excitement, soon recognized the note of dole, lifted up their voices and filled the air with cries for Lucy upon whom, in times at tribulation, they had come to look.
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