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And then, as if the flood in her heart was beyond her control, she said: "You will never tell, Suma-theek?" and as the Apache shook his head she went on eagerly, "I love him so much that after a while I must go away, old friend, or my heart will break!" The old Indian shook his head wonderingly. "Whites are crazy fools," he groaned. "You sabez he be here only three months more?" Pen started.
We're not that kind." Jim stood struggling for words with which to express his emotion. It always had been this way, he told himself. The great moments of his life always found him dumb. Even old Suma-theek could tell his thoughts more clearly than he. Jim summoned all his resources. "Pen, it never occurred to me you wouldn't wait.
There was utter silence in the room for a moment, then Henderson leaned forward and spat past Uncle Denny into the grate. "Hell's fire!" he said gently. "How long have you known this, Boss?" asked Murphy. "Nearly three months," answered Jim. "Pen told me," said Dennis. "Suma-theek told her." Jim looked up in astonishment, then he shook his head. "I'm sorry Pen has that to bother her, too."
They fight for enough food to eat, for enough clothes to wear. When I was a boy I said to myself I would come out here, make place for those people to come." "But," said Suma-theek, "the dam it will no keep whites from fighting. They fight now in valley to see who can get most land. What use?" "What use," returned Jim, "that you bring your young men up here and make them work? I know the answer.
Had to argue with her to make her go. That's why I'm late. Just got back from delivering the committee." The color came back under Jim's tan. "Get up to the wall there, Jack, with the machine and put the two hombres into the tonneau with two Indians and Suma-theek in front. The mounted Indians will act as your guard for a few miles out. Hit the high places to Cabillo.
When the four o'clock whistle blew and the shifts changed, some one sat down silently near Jim. Jim worked on for a few moments, finishing his problem. Then he looked up. Suma-theek was sitting on a rock, smoking and watching Jim. "Boss," he began, "you sabez that story old Suma-theek tell you?" Jim nodded. "Why don't you do it, then?" the old Indian went on. Jim looked puzzled.
But before the Makon was finished Jim, in the long evening pipes he smoked under the stars with Suma-theek, learned the truth of Iron Skull's statements as to the Indian's wisdom. The evening of the day the Indians arrived, a short, heavy man came to Jim's tent. He was a foreman and a good one. Jim liked his voice, which had a peculiar, tender quality, astonishing in so rough a man.
"And chief, he say: 'You and your children's children shall be chiefs. I have not known love and so I die." Suma-theek's mellow voice merged into the desert silence. "But the eagle and the flag?" asked Jim. "Injuns no understand about them," replied the old chief. "You sabez the story old Suma-theek tell you?" "I understand," replied Jim.
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