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Men slipped away to the teepees and returned with their guns. Ambrose looked anxiously for Watusk. He could not reach the people except through the man he distrusted. He found him by himself in a kind of retreat among some poplars a little way off, where he could see without being seen. Ambrose dragged him back willy-nilly, adjuring him by the way. "The people are working themselves into a rage.
The mystery he had first scented that morning was assuming truly formidable proportions. He believed that Watusk was a party to it; but he could not conceive of any reason why Watusk should burn up his people's bread. There was nothing to be done, and the people ceased their cries. They stood gazing at the ruby and vermilion flames with wide, charmed eyes.
"Didn't she help me out of here?" "You lak talk wit' her, I t'ink." Ambrose thought fast. The only English words Nesis had spoken in Watusk's hearing were her cries of fright at his appearance. In the confusion of that moment it was possible Watusk had not remarked them. "Talk to her?" said Ambrose, simulating surprise. "Only by signs." "How she get you out, then?" Watusk quickly asked.
They not talk about their ways to other men. So nobody knows what they do at home." Simon lowered his voice. "Some say cannibals." "Pooh!" said Ambrose, "that yarn is told about every strange tribe!" "Maybe," said Simon, cautiously. "I do not know myself." The Indian boy returning, signified that Joey Providence Watusk awaited them.
My fat'er is fall in the river and go down the big falls. "They say that. But I know the truth. Ahcunza is a friend of Watusk. Watusk give him his vest with goldwork after. My fat'er is dead. I am lak wood then. My mot'er sell me to Watusk. I not care for not'ing." "Your mother, sell you!" murmured Ambrose. "My mot'er not lak me ver' moch," said Nesis simply. "She mad for cause I got white blood.
"I send four men to watch," was the reply. "Good men? Men who will not sneak up to the dance?" "Good men," said Watusk calmly. Watusk presently gave a signal to the stick-kettle men, and they commenced to drum with their knuckles. The drums were wide wooden hoops with a skin drawn over one side.
Surely in five minutes he could put them to rights and overthrow this general of straw! Watusk rode out of the circle, followed by Ambrose and Ambrose's guard. Several of the leading men, including one that Ambrose guessed from his size to be Myengeen, joined Watusk in front, and the main body made a soft thunder of hoofs in the rear.
But to laugh and light a cigarette! Watusk was rendered impotent by a morale beyond his comprehension. The longest half hour has only thirty minutes. Inspector Egerton looked at his watch for the last time and spoke to his men. The policemen caught their horses, and without any appearance of haste, tightened girths and mounted.
He looked eagerly for a sight of Nesis, or, failing her, one of the girls who had accompanied her on the berry-picking expedition, and who might be induced to give him some honest information about her. He was not rewarded. All who entered the village from the east passed by him. Watusk and the rest of the people from the river arrived in an hour.
His heavy, loose-featured face was unremarkable, except for the extraordinarily bright, quick, shallow eyes, suggesting at different moments the eyes of a child, an animal, and a madman. His skin showed a tinge of yellow as distinguished from the pure copper of his companions, and Ambrose was reminded of the black man. Watusk grandiloquently introduced his four companions.
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