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As he called and before either Jim or the Indian saw the impending danger, Iron Skull dashed across the road and shoved Suma-theek out of the danger line. But he miscalculated his own agility. The rapidly-sliding rock caught him on the head and he who had shed Indian bullets like raindrops went down like a pinon, smitten by lightning.
She knew there was no hurrying him, so she sat down on a stone and waited. Suma-theek seated himself beside her and rolled a cigarette. After he had smoked half of it, he said: "Boss Still Jim, he heap sad in his heart." Pen nodded. "You love him, Pen Squaw?" asked Suma-theek, earnestly. "We all do," replied Pen. "He and I have known each other many, many years."
"What do you mean, Suma-theek?" "You no tell 'em!" warned the old chief. "He tell Suma-theek this morning. Big Boss in Washington tell 'em he only stay three months, then be on any Projects no more." Pen sat appalled. "Oh, Suma-theek, that can't be true! You couldn't have heard right. I'll go and ask him now." Suma-theek laid a hand on her arm. "You no talk to him about it!
"Go home, boys; go home! You can't do any lynching while the Apaches are here!" "Give us the hombres, Boss!" shouted a threatening voice, "or we'll have to be rough on you." "Send the lady home," called someone else. "This is no job for a lady to see." "Boss," said Suma-theek in Jim's ear, "you send your squaw out.
You last one he want to know. I tell you so you go love him, then he no care what happen." "Oh, Suma-theek, you don't understand! He loves the dam. It will break his heart to leave it. Even I couldn't comfort him for that. Are you sure you are right?" Yet even as she repeated the question, Pen's own sick heart answered.
I felt like a fool. What the Secretary thinks about the whole thing nobody knows." Iron Skull grunted. After a moment he said: "Folks down at Cabillo are peeved at the way you are making the main canal. Old Suma-theek is back with fifty Apaches. That's one of them we pulled out of the sand. I've fixed a separate mess for them.
It's the only record I'll leave behind me except a few dead Injuns. We both come of good old New England stock and we've got to show the old fighting blood ain't dead yet. I want to tell you Hi! Suma-theek! Jump! Jump!" Suma-theek was standing close to the mountain side out of which a blast had cut a great slice of rock. Up above his head some loosened stone was slipping down the mountain.
You get 'em here quick," and Suma-theek sighed with the air of one who had accomplished something. "I'll telephone a night telegram to Cabillo," said Pen. "He ought to be here in a week. But we mustn't tell the Big Boss or he wouldn't let us do it." Suma-theek nodded and strolled off.
We couldn't stand for it after all you'd worried over it. We fixed up three shifts. It's moonlight and, say, if we didn't push the face off that slide! Old Suma-theek, why he never let his Injuns sleep! They worked three shifts. Even at that you'd a beat us to it if we hadn't thought of this here committee of welcome deal. If I do say it, I've mixed with good people in my time.
I shall let him do his uttermost to show his gratitude. He is a fine old man, as fine in the eyes of God, no doubt, as you or I, Mr. Smiley." So as the last of the sand and gravel was being shoveled into the grave, the old Apache stepped forward and raised his lean brown hand. "My blood brother," he said, "he lies in this grave. If he have squaw or childs, old Suma-theek, he go give life for them.
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