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Your lady friends' wraps comes in handy sometimes. Don't niver despise 'em, Phil, nor the ladies nather. You woman-hater!" O'mie's laugh was like old times and very good to hear. "I flung that thing round me, hood on me brown curls, an' all, an' then I flew. I made the ground just three times in thim four blocks and a half to Judson's.
O'Meara never recovered from her hardships on the prairie, and her husband was killed by the Comanches a month after her death. Little O'mie, dying up there now, was left an orphan at the Mission. You have heard Mrs. Gentry tell of his coming here. Your father is the only one here who knows anything of O'mie's history. If he never comes back, you must take his place."
You're claner 'n ever in my eyes." We strolled away together in the soft evening shadows, silent for a time. "Tell me, O'mie," I said at last, "how you happened to find me up there two hours ago?" "I was trailin' you to your hidin'-place. Bud, Heaven bless him, told me where your little sanctuary was, the night before he went away." There were tears in O'mie's voice, but soldiers do not weep.
They were soon lost in the darkness and I waited for O'mie's return. He came presently, running swiftly and careless of the noise he made. Beyond, I heard the feet of a horse in a gallop, a sound the bluff soon shut off. "Come, Phil, let's get into camp double quick for the love av all the saints." Inside the cantonment we stopped for breath, and as soon as we could be alone, O'mie explained.
The priest paused and sat with eyes downcast, and a sorrowful face. "Is this your story?" Tell queried. "Your proof of O'mie's claim you consider incontestable, but how about these affidavits from the Rev. Mr. Dodd who married you to the Kiowa squaw? How " But Le Claire lifted his hand in commanding gesture. A sudden sternness of face and attitude of authority seemed to clothe him like a garment.
Father Le Claire listened intently to O'mie's hurried recital. Then he rose up before the little Irishman, and taking both of the boy's hands in his, he said: "O'mie, you must do your part now." "Phwat can I do? Show me, an' bedad, I'll do it."
O'mie's speech was broken off by his cough. "Now to review this case a bit. The night av the Anderson's party you tried to get the letter Marjie'd put up for Phil. You didn't do it." "I never tried," Lettie declared. "How come the rid flowers stuck with the little burrs on your dress? They don't grow anywhere round here only on that cliff side.
I aimed one blow at Jean's shoulder, and he fell by the cliff's edge, dragging me with him, my weight on his body. His left hand hung over the cliff-side. I should have finished with him then, but that the fallen hand, down in the black shadows, had closed over a knife sticking in the crevice just below the edge of the bluff Jean Le Claire's knife, that had been flung from O'mie's grip as he fell.
"That's what I asked him," Dever answered with a grin, "and he said, his own." Whatever it was, O'mie was back again before the end of the week. But he idled about for the full ten days, until Judson grew frantic. The store could not be managed without him, and it was gratifying to O'mie's mischievous spirit to be solicited with pledge and courtesy to take his place again.
When he did see, O'mie's presence and the captive unbound and staggering to his feet, surprised the Indian and held him a moment longer. The confusion at the change in war's grim front passed quickly, however, he was only half Indian, and he was himself again. He darted toward us, swift as a serpent.
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