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"It was the Treaty Money first," he went on, leaning very seriously toward Peter, as if he expected an argument. "You see, Yellow Bird was in that particular tribe, Pied-Bot. I remember her as she looked to me when a boy, with her two long, shining black braids and her face that was almost as beautiful to me as my mother's.
Peter followed him now, and Jolly Roger swung in a wide circle, so that they came up on that forest side of the cabin where there was no window. And here Jolly Roger knelt down beside Peter again, and whispered to him. "You stay here, Pied-Bot. Understand? You stay here." He pressed him down gently with his hand, so that Peter understood.
"It would have been murder for us to bring her, Pied-Bot. It would have been murder!" He looked about him at the swirling chaos outside the rim of light made by his fire and listened to the moaning of the wind over the treetops. Beyond the circle of light the dry snow, which crunched like sand under his feet, was lost in ghostly gloom. It was forty degrees below zero.
He broke through the dune-crust at the end of his tunnel and crawled out into the thick, gray dawn of a barren-land day. The sky was heavy overhead, and the wind had died out. It was the beginning of the brief lull which came in the second day of the Great Storm. McKay laughed softly as he sensed the odds against them. "We'll be having the storm at our heels again before long, Pied-Bot," he said.
"It was the Treaty Money first," he went on, leaning very seriously toward Peter, as if he expected an argument. "You see, Yellow Bird was in that particular tribe, Pied-Bot. I remember her as she looked to me when a boy, with her two long, shining black braids and her face that was almost as beautiful to me as my mother's.
Then we brought him back to life and lugged him to a cabin, and the little stranger girl took him, and nursed him, and Cassidy fell in love with her and married her. So Yellow Bird was right again, Pied-Bot. We've got to believe her. And she says everything is coming out right for us, and that we are going back to Nada, and be happy " Jolly Roger's pipe-bowl glowed in the blackness.
"We may have done some things we oughtn't to, Pied-Bot," he said, "but tonight I sort o' think we've tried to make restitution. And if they hang us, which they probably will some time, I sort o' think it'll make us happy to know we've done it for her. Eh, Pied-Bot?" And the moon sailed out for a space, and shone on the dead whiteness of Jolly Roger's face.
And when I made a noise, and she looked up, I thought she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen just a kid, with those eyes like the flowers, and her hair shining in the sun, an' tear stains on her cheeks. Tear stains, Pied-Bot because of that snake who's dead over there. Remember how you growled at me, Peter?" Peter wriggled an answer.
There was even a note of excitement in it, and Peter's whiskers bristled with fresh courage and his eyes gleamed and his tail thumped the snow comprehendingly. It was like having a master come back to him from the dead. And Jolly Roger even laughed, softly, under his breath. "This is February," he said. "We ought to make it late in March. I mean Cragg's Ridge, Pied-Bot."
So cold that even the wolves and foxes had buried themselves in. No fish that autumn, no game in the deep snows, and the Indians were starving. Pied-Bot, my heart went dead when I saw Yellow Bird. There didn't seem to be anything left of her but her eyes and her hair those two great, shining braids, and eyes that were big and deep and dark, like beautiful pools.
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