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Updated: June 27, 2025
We left Texas a little short-handed, but we could have got through well enough without him. Howsumever, Shackaye, as you remember, rode into camp one day and asked the cap to give him a job, and the cap done it." "I recall your words about him, and I thought they were not justified; but what made you so suspicious?" The Texan uttered an impatient exclamation.
The cunning Shackaye succeeded in holding occasional communication with them, and learned of their change of plan. It was decided to make the captain prisoner on the first opportunity, and hold him for ransom.
As has been said, every mustang was running at the highest speed, but the impetuous Gleeson maintained his place in front, and thundered up the slope as if his own life were at stake. Before he struck the crest, he rose in his box-stirrups and peered over at the plain beyond. "Just what I expected!" he exclaimed, "and that Shackaye has done it!"
He seemed to be in doubt as to his purpose, until Shackaye, when almost upon him, swung his arm above his head and uttered a tantalizing shout, as if he wished to enrage the beast.
While Avon was engaged in conquering the troublesome steer, with the captain attentively watching him, Shackaye remounted his horse, from which he had been thrown, and made all haste to the hills. Wygwind and his warriors were ready, and indeed met him on his way thither. He took no part in the fight, but watched it from his refuge.
Since it was his practice to take his nephew with him on almost every excursion he made from camp, Shackaye conceived it necessary to the success of the plot that Avon should be put out of the way. It has been shown that he made the attempt on the preceding night and came within a hair of success.
The meal was quickly finished, and Captain Shirril, with two of his hands, set out for the camp to the rear, where he hoped to find the missing cattle. Since there was a possibility that they had strayed in other directions, three more men were despatched to make search. It was rather curious that the captain selected as his assistants his nephew Avon and the young Comanche Shackaye.
"How is this?" asked the youth, motionless and undecided whether to advance or retreat. The broad face of the dusky youth expanded with a slight grin, and he replied: "Shackaye fall on ground Baby shoot steer Shackaye tell warriors Baby dead leaving him alone bringing way captain den Shackaye show captain way home must hurry Comanche come!"
Before, however, either could speak or make any movements, Avon was astounded to catch sight of his uncle, Captain Shirril, walking slowly and evidently in pain, close behind him along the narrow path. The instant he descried his nephew, he raised his hand as a signal for him to do nothing. "It's all right," he said, in a guarded voice; "Shackaye is our friend, though he hasn't been until now."
"Then they are Comanches?" "Every one of them where's Shackaye?" abruptly asked the captain, as if the naming of the tribe had recalled that interesting youth to his mind. "I shouldn't wonder if he were among them," replied Avon, with a certain grim pleasure, as he recalled the faith his uncle had shown in the savage in the face of Gleeson's warnings.
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