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The squaw nodded. Then she, too, gave way to a slight irritation. "Why you not sleep, my Nevil? Wanaha watch. It a long journey. Sleep, my husband. You fear foolish. So." The man turned scornful eyes in her direction, and for a moment did not speak. Then presently he said "Sometimes I think it's unnecessary for us to go. I can't make up my mind.
Wanaha made no comment; and when his meat was finished she set a dish of buckwheat cakes and syrup before him. He devoured them hungrily, and the woman's eyes grew soft with delight at his evident pleasure. At last his thoughtfulness passed, and he put an abrupt question. "Where's your brother, now?" "Little Black Fox is by his tepee. He goes hunting with another sun. Yes?"
Rube knew nothing of her going, and Ma had her time too much occupied with Mrs. Rickards and her maid to attend to anything but her household duties. So Rosebud was left to her own devices, which, as might have been expected, led her to do the one thing least desirable. Wanaha was overjoyed at the girl's return.
And something of the old headstrong passion leapt into the young chief's heart. He pointed at his sister. "Enough!" he cried; and a movement of the head conveyed a command to his attendants. They stepped forward. But Wanaha was quicker. She met them, and, with upraised hand, waved them back in a manner so imperious that they paused.
"I'd prefer to tell Seth, but if I did he'd interfere in a manner that would be sure to rouse your brother's suspicions. And you know what he is. He'd suspect me or you. He'd throw caution to the devil, and then there'd be trouble. It's a delicate thing, but I can't stand by and see anything happen to your chum, my Wana." "No; I love the paleface girl," replied Wanaha, simply.
Wanaha is good. Do you know she goes to the Mission because she loves it? She helps us teach the little papooses because she believes in the 'God of the white folks, she says. I know you don't like me to see so much of her, but somehow I can't help it. Seth, do you believe in foreboding?" "Can't say I'd gamble a heap that aways."
He stood irresolute, and Wanaha added triumph to her tone as she went on. "So, great chief, this man's life is mine. And I, Wanaha, your sister, refuse to take it. For me he is free." But Wanaha in her womanish enthusiasm had overshot her mark. The laws were strong, but this wild savage's nature was as untamed and fearless as any beast of the field. It was her tone of triumph that undid her.
Wanaha sat up, and Nevil moved about amongst the litter of their belongings. There was coffee on the stove and food on the table. He helped himself to both, bolting meat and drink in a nervous, hasty manner. Wanaha joined him. She ate sparingly, and then began to gather their goods together. Nevil turned to her. He was preparing to fetch the horses which were picketed out on the prairie.
Then she passed out, and, mounting her horse, rode away. Within five minutes of her going, and while Wanaha was still standing in the doorway looking after her, a party of warriors, headed by Little Black Fox himself, rode up to the house. The chief had come in search of Nevil Steyne. He angrily demanded the white man's whereabouts of the woman who was his sister.
Wanaha gave a triumphant glance into Rosebud's laughing face and went to a cupboard, also made of packing cases, and brought forth a pair of moose-hide moccasins, perfectly beaded and trimmed with black fox fur. She had made them with her own hands for her little friend, a labor of love into which she had put the most exquisite work of which she was capable. Rosebud's delight was unfeigned.
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