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Updated: May 19, 2025
If Kish Taka wondered at his knowledge, no sign evidenced the fact. His own teeth, white and strong as a wolf's, showed fleetingly, and into his expression came merely a look of pride.
Here of late he was like some sinister will-o'-the-wisp. What was it that urged him? A lure that beckoned? A menace that drove? He thought of Kish Taka. There was a nemesis to dog any man. Jim Courtot had dwelt with the desert Indians; he had come to know in what savage manner they meted out their retributive justice. Was Kish Taka still unsleeping, patient, relentless on Courtot's trail?
'Kish Taka go back now. The Indian stood, arms folded across his gaunt chest, eyes hard on Howard's. 'Back to the Bad Lands to sit down. Soon Kish Taka's dog comes and with him a man. And while he waits, Kish Taka will make many stones piled up on his brother. He swung on his heel to go. But Howard caught at his arm. 'Wait, he said. 'Two things! One, where that fire is are two people.
We were, therefore, thankful to exchange the intense heat of the tent for a solid roof, and to rest for a short time in the picturesque country of Taka. The direct route to Cassala, the capital of Taka, should be from Suez to Souakim, on the Red Sea, and from thence in sixteen days, by camel.
They had but little water remaining in Howard's canteen, and Kish Taka scorned carrying water for himself; but he had outlined the trail they would take and appeared confident that they would not suffer from lack of water. They struck out toward the south-east, the Indian swinging along ahead, his body stooped a little forward, his thin arms hanging loose at his sides.
"They're sitting in it from the time they get out of their swaddling rags." Bobbie walked up to the nearby fruit merchant. "How much is this apple, Tony?" The Italian looked at him warily, and then smirked. "Eet's nothing toa you, signor. I'ma da policeman's friend. You taka him." Bobbie laughed, as he fished out a nickel from his pocket. He shook his head, as he replied.
Howard tapped the sagging holster at his hip. 'For Jim Courtot I carry this. he returned quietly. 'He wants to kill me. 'Then, said Kish Taka, and through the veils in his eyes fire flashed and was gone, 'him better be quick! Me, Kish Taka, I kill Jeem Cour' damn quick pretty soon.
It was obvious enough that Kish Taka had rested, waked, gone on. 'Got thirsty, grunted Howard, 'and just trotted over to a spring only twenty-five miles off for a drink! That's the Indian for you. His own thirst sprang out upon him, clutching him by the throat. He stepped to the bush where he had left his canteen and groped for it.
And, when Sandy Weaver had mentioned certain tracks to him, he had stared over his shoulder and turned white! Truly, there were many questions to ask; but Howard refrained from asking them. 'This Indian has played a white man's part to me, he told himself. 'And his business is his own and not mine. 'Come, said Kish Taka abruptly out of the silence into which they had sunk. 'Cool now, we go.
And, now, behind Kish Taka came a second dog, like the first; and behind it a second man, like Kish Taka. If Jim Courtot remembered his revolver, it must have been to know that not long would that stand between him and the two rushing, slavering beasts and the two avenging Indians behind him. His one hope was his hidden cave with its small orifice and concealed exit.
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