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Updated: July 11, 2025
That, instead of being the most execrated murderer in the history of our land, he is only on trial for a felony he has not himself to thank. He has to thank the Merciful Providence on High who caused the red man's heart to relent at the critical moment! "Watusk could not give the order to shoot. You have heard the policemen testify that the prisoner was furious at the Indian's pusillanimity.
Such faces called for blankets, beads, war paint and eagles' feathers. Ambrose, seeing the entire tribe gathered here as it seemed, thought a little anxiously of the flour he had been at such pains to grind. Mackenzie's house was a good distance from the teepees, and the shack they were using for a store-house almost as far on the other side. "Is anybody watching your flour?" he asked Watusk.
"Let each man make a mark upon the stock of his rifle so that he can identify it when it is returned. Send messengers to the other pits with orders for all the men to bring their guns here." Watusk was eager to obey him. "Where is your camp?" the inspector asked him. Watusk pointed. "One mile," he said. "After we get the guns you shall go there with me and we will examine the people."
"Watusk not want nobody spik Angleys but him around. Watusk fix it to mak' them kill my fat'er. It is the truth. Watusk not know I spik Angleys, too. My fat'er teach me quiet. If Watusk know that he cut out my tongue, I think. I lak spik Angleys me. I spik by myself so not forget. I come spik Angleys with you." "Your father is dead?" said Ambrose. "Who do you live with?"
"Some man among them probably has compunctions," said Strange. "Watusk, the head man is a decent sort. Perhaps this is his way of letting me know that he cannot keep his people in hand." "What do you expect will happen?" she asked. "I think there will be an attack to-night," he said quietly. "It is my duty to tell you. If it doesn't come, no harm done."
"It is so," said Simon, grimly. "Thinks he is a king! All puff up with wind lak a bull frog. He mak' me mad with his foolishness. What would you? You cannot deal with the Kakisas only what he say. Because only Watusk speaks English. He does what he wants." "And can nobody here speak Kakisa?" Ambrose asked. "Nobody but Gordon Strange. It is hard talk on the tongue." "What else about him?" "Wa!
Facing his men, he raised his hand theatrically. They sprang to their saddles and, wheeling, set out over the prairie. Gradually they lengthened out into single file. Presently the leader came loping back, and the whole body rode around Watusk and Ambrose in a vast circle. It was like an uncanny midnight circus. The riders maintained their silence.
"I sell you the flour. How I got it is my affair. I take the responsibility. The police will deal with me!" "I hope so," said Watusk smugly. "I have made out a receipt," Ambrose went on. "You sign it, then distribute the flour among the people, and give me the men's names so I can charge them on my book. "To-morrow I give it out," said Watusk.
They speak of Gaviller. You and I have got to prevent trouble. You must tell them Gaviller is a hard man, but he keeps the law. He did not do this thing. This is the act of another enemy." "What good tell them?" said Watusk sullenly. "They not believe." "You are their leader!" cried Ambrose. "It's up to you to keep them out of trouble. If you do not speak, whatever happens will be on your head!
"John Gaviller say to Gordon Strange for say to me: 'Ambrose Doane got all the grain. Let Ambrose Doane sell his grain to me, and I give you flour." Ambrose, perceiving the drift, swore inwardly. "Gordon Strange tell that in Kakisa language," Watusk went on slyly; "some hear it and tell the others. All know now. If my people get more hungry what can I do?
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