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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?
Santan, Beverly's "Satan," whom our captain had defended, flashed to my mind, but I knew by Jondo's face that he did not believe the old trapper's story. "Them Kioways is still layin' fur you ever' year, I tell you, an' they're bound to git you sooner or later. I'm tellin' ye in kindness." The old man's voice weakened a little. "And I'm taking you in kindness," Jondo said.
It is called in the Philippines "santan," but I do not know its name in Honolulu. Catholic missionaries were instrumental in introducing into the Hawaiian Islands a tree of hardy and beautiful foliage which has thrived and now covers a great part of the mountain slopes. This is the algoroda tree, the drooping foliage of which is suggestive of a weeping willow.
But Santan had slain Sister Anita beside the San Christobal Arroyo. A murderer is abhorrent to a Hopi, who never takes life, save in self-defense or in legitimate warfare if warfare ever is legitimate," he added, gravely.
Out by the rear gate leading to the fort corral, Aunty Boone was crooning a weird African melody. Crouching in the deep shadows beside the kitchen entrance, the Indian boy, Santan, listened to all that was said. To-night we had talked of to-morrow's journey, and the strength of the military guard who should keep us safe along the way.
A gray shadow dropped on the moon, and a chill night wind crept down inside the walls. A sudden fear fell on us. The noises inside the billiard room seemed far away, and all the doors except ours were closed. Santan had crept between us and the two open doorways leading to our rooms. What if he should slip inside. A snake would have seemed better to me.
He was as determined to win Po-a-be as she that he should fail. And he was cunning in his schemes." Father Josef paused and looked at Eloise. "To make the story short," he began again, "Santan could not make the Hopi woman hate Beverly, although she knew that her love was hopeless, as it should be. Pardon me, daughter," Father Josef said, gently.
I could see only the eyes looking at me. I wakened to see only the stars looking at me. I slept again deeply and dreamlessly, and wakened suddenly. We were far and away from the Apache country, but there, for just one instant, a face came close to mine the face of Santan the Apache. It vanished instantly as it had come. The night guard passed by me and crossed the camp.
We forgot ourselves, each other, our companions of the journey, its purpose, Beverly, and his enemy Santan, the desert, the brown plains, green prairies, rivers, mountains, the earth itself, as we stood there in the shadow of the Infinite. At last we turned and looked into each other's eyes for one long moment.
In the shadows of the porchway, I saw Santan creeping nearer to us as Beverly ran on flippantly: "I guess I'll marry a squaw, Little Blue Flower, maybe, like the Bents do, and live happily ever after." "I'm going to have a big fine house and live there all the time," Mat Nivers declared. Something in the earnest tone told us what this long journey had meant to the brave-hearted girl.
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