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The men stuck the timbers under the shack, hitched the horses to it, and Ida Mary and I did the housework en route. Suddenly she laughed: "If we had been trying to get Huey Dunn to move this shack he wouldn't have got to it all winter."
"Be faithful to them and you shall have more 'Linkum money, as you call it. Keep it, for your money down here won't be worth much soon." "Dat's shoah. De cullud people bain't all prayin' for Linkum for notten." "Good-by. Do as I say and you shall be taken care of some day. Say nothing about this." "Mum's de word all roun' ter-night, mas'r." "Huey, are you ready?" "I is, mas'r."
But all of his slaves, except the old woman you remember, were either run off or enticed away, and his means of livelihood practically destroyed. Old Uncle Jehu and his son Huey have almost supported them. They, simple souls, could not keep your secret, though they tried to after their clumsy fashion. My pay, you know, was almost worthless; and indeed there was little left for them to buy.
"They will have to Huey up if they are comin'," said Miss Anderson. "It's the middle of August now, and the hotel closes the second week in September." "Yes," said Mrs. Pasmer, vaguely looking at Alice. She had just appeared over the brow of the precipice, along whose face the arrivals and departures by the ferry-boat at Campobello obliquely ascend and descend.
The great difficulty in tracing the case was passed. Donnelly was at once watched. Who the second man was Taggart well surmised. He followed Huey to every quarter of the city to see if he communicated with his pal, who was with him when the chisel was purchased who was with him when the porter was murdered. But the second murderer had fled.
When I arrived at the claim the men who had hauled out the load of equipment were gone. Suddenly there came on one of those torrential downpours that often deluge the dry plains in spring. It was pitch black as night came on, and no sight of Huey and Ida Mary. The rain stopped at length. Throwing on a sweater, I paced back and forth through the dripping grass listening for the sound of the horses.
At last I went back and crouched over the fire in the little lean-to, waiting. There was nothing else I could do. At midnight Huey arrived with the shack. He and Ida Mary were cold and wet and hungry. They had not had a bite to eat since early morning.
After all, he could reach but one conclusion to keep his old promise "to do his best," as circumstances indicated. Asking Huey, who had the trained ear of a hunter, to watch and listen, he took some sleep in preparation for the coming night, and then gave the boy a chance to rest.
The very grimness of the prairie increased their determination to raise a bulwark against it. Up to now we had been uneasy guests in the shack, ready for flight whenever Huey Dunn got around to taking us back to Pierre. But trying to dig out a few things now and then from grips and trunks without unpacking from top to bottom is an unsatisfactory procedure. So we unpacked.
"For oats next spring," Huey replied; "if the damn threshing machine gets around to thresh out the oatstack in time to sow 'em." The homesteaders shook their heads. There was no figuring out when Huey Dunn would do things. This time he was far ahead of them.
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