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Updated: September 11, 2025
Then standing up to my full height, and looking steadily down at the slender, graceful man before me, I said: "I may be a fool, General, but I am a soldier, not a murderer." Custer made no reply for a time. He sat down and, turning toward Jean Pahusca, he studied the young half-breed carefully. Then he said briefly, "You may go now." We saluted and passed from his tent.
Ordinarily I was free and noisy enough in my movements, but to-night I dropped silently into the niche as some one hurried by me, groping to find the way. Instinctively I thought of Jean Pahusca, but Jean never blundered like this. I had had cause enough to know his swift motion. And besides, he had been away from Springvale so long that he was only a memory now.
Do you remember how I would always get on your side of the game when Jean Pahusca played with us?" "Yes, Marjie. That's where you belong on my side. That's the kind of game I'm playing." "Phil, I am troubled a little with another game. I wish Amos Judson would stay away from our house. He can make mother believe almost anything. I don't feel safe about some matters.
But since the night long ago when Jean Pahusca frightened Marjie by peering through our schoolroom window I had felt myself in duty bound to drive back the Indians. I had a giant's strength, and no Baronet was ever seriously called a coward. The hours at Fort Barker were busy ones for Colonel Forsyth and Lieutenant Fred Beecher, first in command under him.
My father looked at me quickly. "Why do you ask?" he queried. "I'll tell you when we have more time. Just now I'm engaged to fight the Cheyennes, the Arapahoes, the Comanches, and the Kiowas, in which last tribe my friend Jean Pahusca has pack right. He was in that gang of devils that fought us out on the Arickaree."
We have only the blood of the nobility in our veins. My father had two sons, twins Pierre the priest, and Jean the renegade, outlawed even among the savages; for his scalp will hang from Satanta's tepee pole if the chance ever comes. Mapleson, here, has told you the truth about his being married to a sister of Chief Satanta. He also is the father of Jean Pahusca.
I've bumped across those rings many a time in the days when we went from Springvale up to the Red Range schoolhouse in the broken country where Fingal's Creek has its source. It was the hollow beyond the tepee ring that caused his pony to stumble that night when Jean Pahusca, the big Osage, was riding like fury between me and that blood-red sky.
"He told me on the Washita the night before we left Camp Inman that he had shadowed Jean all the time he was at Fort Sill, and had more than once prevented the half-breed from making an attack on me. He promised to let me know what became of Pahusca if he ever found out. He has kept his word." "I know Hard Rope," my father said. "I saved his life one annuity day long ago.
Uncle Cam chuckled. He was built for chuckling, and we all laughed with him, except Mr. Dodd. I caught a sneer on his face in the moment. Presently Father Le Claire and Jean Pahusca joined the group. I had not seen the latter since the day of O'mie's warning. Indian as he was, I could see a change in his impassive face. It made me turn cold, me, to whom fear was a stranger.
Offer some other inducement, O'mie," Marjie replied laughingly. "Oh, well, Tillhurst'll be there, and one or two of the new folks, all eligible." "What makes you call me 'Star-face'? That's what Jean Pahusca used to call me." She shivered. "Oh, it fits you; but if you object, I can make it, 'Moon-face, or 'Sun-up." "Or 'Skylight, or 'Big Dipper'; so you can keep to the blue firmament.
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