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Updated: May 25, 2025
Maybe when Great Spirit look down at Iron Skull, it make Him love Iron Skull to know old Injun carry Iron Skull's mark in his lonely heart. O friends, I know him many, many years! We smoke many pipes together. We hunt together. We sabez each other's hearts. Ai! Ai! Ai! Beloved!" And old Suma-theek broke down and cried like a child. The crowd dispersed silently.
Just the usual five-cent movies, you know. Anything above running expenses will go toward the farmers' debt." Iron Skull moved away to speak to Suma-theek. Jim went on slowly: "You can see what I'm up against in Ames. Any day I may get a recall. Every farmer on the project hates me for some reason or other.
Suma-theek jerked his thumb toward the distant tent house. "She much beautiful, much lonely, much young, much good. Why you no marry her?" "She is married, Suma-theek," replied Jim gently. "Married? No! That no man up there. She no his wife. Let him go. He bad in heart like in body. You marry her." Jim continued to shake his head. "She belongs to him. The law says so." Suma-theek snorted. "Law!
When Jim reached his house, he found old Suma-theek camped on the doorstep. "What is it, Suma-theek?" asked Jim. "Old Suma-theek, he want make talk with you," replied the Indian. Jim nodded. "I'd like to talk with you, Suma-theek. Wait till I get enough tobacco for us both and we'll go up on the Elephant's back, eh?" Suma-theek grunted.
At last he disappeared for a couple of weeks and returned with twenty-five Indians. They were Apaches and Mohaves under the leadership of a fine austere old Indian whom Iron Skull introduced to Jim as "Suma-theek." "His name means 'I don't know," explained Williams.
Jim and Penelope stood back. The four Indians bearing the stretcher followed after Suma-theek and in a long single line the remaining Apaches followed, joining Suma-theek in the death chant which is the very soul cry of the desolate: "Ai! Ai! Ai! Beloved! "Ai! Ai! Ai! Beloved!"
But I know he would have liked to have gone giving his life for someone he loved the way he did old Suma-theek. Sometimes I think there ought to be listed on a bronze tablet on the wall of each great structure the names of those who died in giving it birth. The big structures all are consecrated in blood. Skyscrapers, bridges, and dams all demand their human sacrifices.
Flynn of the errand that had brought her to the house, which was that when Jane Ames came up on the morrow the three were to have a council of war on how to help Jim. Wild horse could not have dragged from her what Suma-theek had told her, since Jim so evidently wanted it kept a secret. Nevertheless, all that a woman could do, possessing that knowledge, Pen was going to do.
It was old Suma-theek with four of his Indians. They held, tightly bound with belts and bandanas, two disheveled little hombres. "Take 'em to jail, Boss?" panted Suma-theek. "I find 'em trying get back to lower town!" "No! No! Back up into the mountains. I'll get horses to you and you must take them to Cabillo. Lord, I forgot to warn you!" Suma-theek turned quickly but not quickly enough.
He had had one interview with Sara soon after the crippled man had appeared at the dam. The talk had been desultory and in Pen's presence, but never after could the old Indian be induced to come into the tent. "He like a broken backed snake, your buck," he had said calmly to Pen, whom he had obviously adored from the first. Pen came down the trail to see what Suma-theek wanted.
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