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Updated: May 5, 2025
I don't know heathen ethics in such things, but a handful of us had to cut for it. I'm no deserter, though. Don't forget that. As soon as I could be sure the little Indian woman's life was safe I was going to get away and come home. I could not leave her to be sacrificed after she had saved me from Santan's scalping-knife." Beverly paused and looked at us.
At Santan's words he paused and, flinging back the hair from his forehead, he caught his breath and his better self in the same heart-beat. And the instinct of the gentleman he was Esmond Clarenden's brother's son held the destroying hand. "You aimed at me! Well, learn your lesson on that right now. Promise never to play the fool that way again.
Then he turned back toward Santa Fé and found his doom up there at Santan's spring. "I'm like Bev. I wish he had gotten the Apache, now. I don't know yet how I was fooled in him, for he has always been Fred Ramer's tool, and Father Josef never trusted him. And to think that Bill Banney, in no way touching any of our lives, should have been martyred by the crimes of Fred and this Apache!
"They didn't give me a ghost of a chance to escape, but they didn't harm a hair. They kept me for a meaner purpose, and, well, I was landed, finally, at Santan's door-step in the Apache-land. Santan offered to let me go free if I'd persuade Little Blue Flower dead down there to marry him. He had her come to me on pretense of my sending for her.
So Santan's suit seemed promising for a time. But the Hopi type ran true in her, and she put off the Apache year after year. It is a strange case in Indian romance, but romance everywhere is strange enough. The Apache type also ran true to dogged purpose. Besides being an Apache, Santan has some Ramero blood in his veins, to be accounted for in the persistence of an evil will.
Promise the everlasting God's truth, or here you go." The boy's clutch tightened on Santan's throat. "By all that's holy, you'll go to your happy hunting-ground right now, unless you do!" He growled out the words, and his blazing eyes glared threateningly at his fallen enemy. "I promise!" Santan muttered, gasping for breath. "You didn't mean to kill the nun?
Dig or die. I said over and over, and we are all here but Bill. I wish I'd got that Apache, though." Jondo and I looked at each other. "The thing is clear now," he said, aside to me. "That single trail I found back yonder day before yesterday was Santan's running on ahead of us to poison the water for us and then steal a horse and make his way back to the mountains.
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