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"She is amenable to white customs, and is really a very smart girl. And she has a lovely disposition." "Especially," put in Helen, who remembered the occasion clearly, "when she wanted to shoot Dakota Joe Fenbrook when he treated her so unkindly in his Wild West show. But, I wanted to shoot him myself," she added, frankly. "Especially after he tried to hurt Ruth."
Keep him up to the mark while he waits for Mr. Grand's speech. Now! Ready?" It was at just this moment that Ruth felt something something hard and painful pressing between her shoulder-blades. She shot a glance over her shoulder to see the ugly face of Dakota Joe Fenbrook peering out at her between the walls of a narrow crack in the face of the cliff.
He wolfed this down in an instant, and added, with a wide grin: "But I didn't. I saved my horse an' outfit from the smash, and enough loose change to bring me West no thanks to you." "I am sorry to hear you have failed in business, Mr. Fenbrook," Ruth said composedly. "But I am sorrier to see that you consider me in a measure to blame for your misfortune."
We're showin' at Great Forks on Friday, at Perryville Saturday, and at Lymansburg fust of the week. You can take your friends in and have fust-class seats to all them places." "Thank you very much, Mr. Fenbrook," said Ruth, having difficulty to keep from laughing. "But owing to other engagements I could not possibly accept your kind offer.
"She finished her contract with you, and you know it, Fenbrook," declared Ruth, turning to pay the driver of the cab. "I say she didn't!" cried Dakota Joe. "Officer! You serve that warrant Hey! where's that Wonota gone to?" The Indian girl and Ruth's friends had disappeared. Dakota Joe lunged for the gate.
If Fenbrook pushed her over the brink of the path Ruth knew very well that the outcome would be even too realistic for a moving picture. Ruth Fielding might have cried out. But at that moment the attention of everyone was so given to the taking of the important scene that perhaps nobody would have understood her cry what it meant.
Wonota had known nothing of what was supposed to have been a deliberate attempt to injure Ruth Fielding until some hours after the occurrence. She had not much to say about it, but, like the three white girls, she was sure the guilty man was Dakota Joe. As William had said, Fenbrook was a "mighty mean man," and the Osage maid knew that to be a fact.
But he was the first, nevertheless, to speak. "Ho! so it's you, is it?" he growled, scowling at the girl of the Red Mill. "Reckon you didn't expect to see me." "I certainly did not," returned Ruth tartly. "What are you doing at Benbow Camp, Mr. Fenbrook?" "I reckon you'd be glad to hear that I walked here," sneered the showman, and filled his cheek with a mighty mouthful.
"And you are coupled up with this Hammond feller that they tell me has put in a bid for Wonota over and above what she's wuth, and what I can pay. Ain't that so?" "If you wish to discuss the matter with Mr. Hammond I will give you his address," Ruth said with dignity. "I am not prepared to discuss the matter with you, Mr. Fenbrook." "Is that so?" he snarled.
"He chasin' that colored girl?" "She's not colored. She is my Indian princess, Uncle Jabez," Ruth explained. "I swanny, you don't mean it! Hi, Ben!" But nobody had to tell Ben what to do. As Fenbrook drew in his horse abruptly, the mill-hand jumped into the road, grabbed Dakota Joe's whip-hand, broke his hold on the reins, and dragged the Westerner out of the saddle.
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