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Updated: May 11, 2025
Watusk was exerting himself to be hospitable, continually pressing cups of steaming bitter tea on Ambrose and Simon. Ambrose, watching him, made up his mind that the chief's unusual affability masked a deep disquiet. The sharp, shifty eyes were continually turning with an expectant look to the door. Ambrose found himself watching the door, too.
Glancing over his shoulder and seeing that those left behind were busily watching the troopers in the valley, he produced a flask from his pocket and took a pull at it. Ambrose caught the act out of the corner of his eye. A few minutes later, Watusk and his followers rode over the edge of the hill to the left of the rifle pit, and down into the valley.
Do you expect a jury to attach any weight to her evidence?" "I take my chance of that," said Ambrose. "If you want to get at the truth you must find her." "I'll have a search made at once." "Watch Watusk," warned Ambrose. "He'll stop at nothing to keep her evidence out of court not even murder." The inspector smiled in an annoyed way. Ambrose's attitude did not agree with his preconceptions.
We can't go back without flour. I am feel moch bad. But Ambrose Doane is come now. It is all right!" The last of this was delivered with something like a leer, warning Ambrose's subconsciousness that Watusk, notwithstanding the flowery compliments, wished him no good. "I have plenty of grain," he said warily. "Let each woman grind for her own family." Watusk shook his head.
He say to me, some day Watusk kill me for cause I spik the Angleys. "So in the tam of falling leaves lak this, three years ago, my fat'er he is go down the river to the big falls to meet the people from Big Buffalo Lake. "My fat'er and ten men go. Bam-by them come back. My fat'er not in any dugout. Them say my fat'er is hunt with Ahcunza one day.
It was evident from this that Watusk was pretty well informed of what had happened. "How do you know they have sent for the police?" Ambrose demanded. Watusk shrugged expressively. "I see the launch go up the river in a hurry," he said. In the light of his insolent demand two days before, the Indian's present attitude was more than exasperating. "This is foolishness," said Ambrose sharply.
Watusk and five other Indians have sworn that not only was he free to come and go as he chose, but that he directed their movements. "As to the prisoner's story of the Indian girl, ah a touching story, gentlemen!" Mr. Pascoe paused for a comfortable, silent little laugh. He wiped his eyes. "Almost worthy of one of our popular romancers!
Watusk, with the groan of total collapse, dropped his gun on the ground, and turned to escape by the path out of the pit. Instantly there was pandemonium in the narrow place. Some tried to escape with their leader; others blocked the way. Ambrose saw Watusk seized and flung on the ground. One spat in his face. He lay where he had fallen. Thus ended the Kakisa rebellion.
The man cried out a single sentence in the Kakisa tongue. Cried it over and over breathlessly, without any expression. The effect on the crowd was electrical. Cries of surprise and alarm, both hoarse and shrill, answered him. A wave of rage swept over them all, distorting their faces. They jammed in the doorway, fighting to get out. "What is it?" cried Ambrose of Watusk.
It is difficult to make acquaintance through a wall of logs. Finally Ambrose asked how it was she could speak English, and that unlocked her simple story. "My fat'er teach me," she said. "He is half a white man. He come here long tam ago and marry Kakisa. He spik ver' good Angleys. When Watusk is make head man he mad at my fat'er because my fat'er spik Angleys.
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