"Our only risk now is that we may meet some of their hunters up here after game. We'll push right on."
"I'll fight if it can't be helped, Murray, but I'd a good deal rather not meet anybody."
"Well, so had I. Our business, just now, is scouting2, not killing4."
"I'll scout3 all day," said Steve.
"We must find a hiding-place for the horses, and creep down into the valley on foot. I'll show you some new tricks to-day."
The trees were large and the forest open, and no proper place was found for the concealment5 of such large animals, until they made their way at last to the very edge of the pass, at the point where it left the rugged6 cliffs of the "gap" and entered the more gentle slope of the forest.
"This'll do, Steve. I could hide a company in here; and no one squad7 need know where the next one was lying."
That was true enough, but it was of more importance to them that day than any one would have expected.
They tethered their horses between two rocks, where the thickly woven vines overhead made almost a dark stable for them.
"Now, Steve, a good look up and down, and we're off."
Between them and what could be called "the road" were many yards of tangled8 growth, and before they had gotten through it Steve felt his arm gripped hard.
"Listen! Horses coming! Lie still."
A minute more and they were both willing to lie as still as mice, for that was the very cover chosen by Bill and his two comrades in which to wait for their intended prisoners.
They and their horses were hardly twenty feet from Steve and Murray, and every loud word they said was distinctly heard.
Moreover, Murray and his young friend were on higher ground, and they, too, could look down the pass, and see who was coming.
"Two young squaws," whispered Murray. "The foolish young things are coming right into the trap."
"Can't we help 'em?"
"They're Apache squaws, Steve."
"I don't care. I'm white!"
"So am I. Tell you what, Steve—Ha! I declare!"
"What's the matter, Murray?"
"One of 'em's white! Sure's you live. They sha'n't touch a hair of their heads!"
"White or red?" whispered Steve, and he was not speaking of the color of Ni-ha-be's hair or of Rita's.
The expression of Murray's face astonished Steve. It was ghastly white, under all its tan and sunburn, and the wrinkles seemed twice as deep as usual, while the fire in his sunken eyes was fairly blazing. It was likely to be a bad time for anybody to cross the temper of "No Tongue," and Steve felt that his own blood was getting a little warm.
"There's an Indian coming."
"Apache. After the squaws. Don't you hear his whoop9? I suppose they'll shoot him first thing, but they won't send a bullet at the girls. They're a bad crowd. Worse than Apache Indians."
"I don't consider them white men."
"Not inside, they ain't. I'd rather be a Lipan!"
The two merry, laughing girls rode by, in happy ignorance of the danger that was lurking10 in the thicket11, and Red Wolf galloped12 swiftly on to join them.
Then the three miners, with Bill at their head, sprung out of their cover.
"Look out, boys. Don't use your rifles. Thar must be plenty more within hearin'."
"We'll have to kill the brave."
"Of course. Git close to him, though. No noise. I'd like not to give him a chance to so much as whoop."
They never dreamed of looking behind to see if any one were following them out of the cover, but it would have been better for them to have done so.
"They've start enough now," growled13 Murray. "Come on, Steve. Step like a cat. We must take them unawares. Have your tie-up ready."
The buckskin thongs14 which hang from the belt or shoulder or knee of an Indian warrior15 are not all put there for ornament16. They are for use in tying things, and they are terribly strong. No human hand can break one, and they are always there and ready, only needing to be cut off.
Steve's face was almost as pale as Murray's in his excitement. He had looked in the bright faces of the two "young squaws" as they rode by, and it seemed to him as if he could fight those three miners all alone.
They saw Red Wolf join his sisters; they heard the startled cries of Rita and Ni-ha-be, the demand for their surrender, and Red Wolf's reply.
"Now, Steve, quick! Do just as I tell you!"
Twang went Ni-ha-be's bow at that instant, and the man next to Bill was raising his rifle to fire, when his arms were suddenly seized by a grasp of iron and jerked behind him.
"Right at the elbows, Steve. Draw the loop hard. Quick!"
As the next of the miners turned in his tracks he was astonished by a blow between the eyes that laid him flat, and saw a powerful-looking old man, of his own race, levelling a carbine at him saying,
"Give it up, boys. Don't one of ye lift a hand."
Bill could not lift his, with the arrow in his arm. The man Steve had tied could not move his elbows. The man on the ground was ruefully looking into the barrel of Murray's rifle. Besides, here was Red Wolf, springing forward, with his lance in one hand and his revolver in the other, while Rita held his horse, and Ni-ha-be sat upon her own, with her second arrow on the string.
"We give it up," said Bill. "But what are you fellers up to? I see. You're the two miners, and you're down on us because we jumped your claim to that thar gold ledge."
"Wall, Bill," grumbled17 one of his comrades, "I don't blame 'em for that; but they needn't ha' took sides with redskins."
Red Wolf lowered his lance and stuck his pistol in his belt. "Your prisoners. Not mine," he said to Murray. "Glad to meet friend. Come in good time."
He spoke18 in Mexican Spanish, but Murray understood him, and so did the miners.
"Hear him, Bill! He knows them two fellers. That's why they ain't afraid to prospect19 away down here."
He had made a bit of a mistake, but Murray answered, short and sharp,
"Young brave take friend's advice. Jump on horse. Take young squaws back to camp. Tell chief to ride hard. Kill pony20. Get away fast."
"Who shall I tell him you are?"
"Say you don't know. Tell him I'm an enemy. Killed you. Killed young squaws. Going to kill him."
There was a sort of grim humor in Murray's face as he said that. Not only Red Wolf, but the two girls, understood it, and the latter would have given a good deal to be able to tell the "white head," as they called him, and his handsome young friend, how thankful they both were.
Steve had not said a word, but he was narrowly watching the three miners for any signs of an effort to get loose. He and Murray might have been able to upset the two unwounded men in a fair fight, but it was just as likely to be the other way.
"It's that other one, Steve. He's watching his chance. That's it. Draw it hard. Now he won't be cutting any capers21."
The expression of the miner's eyes promised the unfriendliest kind of "capers" if he should ever get an opportunity to cut them.
"It's no use, boys," said Bill. "Mister, will you jest cut this arrer, close to my arm, so's I can pull it out?"
"I will in a minute. It's as good as a tie of deer-skin jest now. Watch 'em, Steve!"
He walked forward a few steps as he spoke, and looked long and hard into the face of Rita.
"Too bad! too bad! They'd better have killed her, like they did mine. It's awful to think of a white girl growing up to be a squaw. Ride for your camp, young man. I'll take care of these three."
"I will send out warriors22 to help you. You shall see them all burnt and cut to pieces."
"Oh, Rita!" whispered Ni-ha-be; "they ought to be burnt."
Rita was gazing at the face of old Murray, and did not say a word in reply.
"Come," said Red Wolf; "the great chief is waiting for us."
And then he added to Murray and Steve,
"The lodges23 of the Apaches are open to their friends. You will come?"
"Steve, you had better say yes. It may be a lift for you."
"I will come some day," said Steve, quickly. "I don't know when."
"The white head must come too. He has the heart of an Apache, and his hand is strong for his friends. We must go now."
He looked at the three miners for a moment, as if he disliked leaving them behind, and then he bounded upon his pony, and the two girls followed him swiftly down the pass.
"Was he not handsome, Rita?"
Ni-ha-be was thinking of Steve Harrison, but Rita replied,
"Oh, very handsome! His hair is white, and his face is wrinkled, but he is so good. He is a great warrior, too. The bad pale-face went down before him like a small boy."
"His hair is not white, it is brown as the hair of a young buffalo24. His face is not wrinkled. He is a young brave. He will be a chief."
"Oh, that other one! I hardly looked at him. I hope they will come. I want to see them again."
Red Wolf rode too fast for them to say much, and he did not pause until he reached the very presence of Many Bears and his counsellors.
There were already signs, in all directions, that the camp was beginning to break up, as well as tokens of impatience25 on the face of the chief.
"Where go?" he said, angrily. "Why do young squaws ride away when they are wanted?"
Ni-ha-be was about to answer, but Red Wolf had his own story to tell first, and he sternly bade her to hold her tongue till he had made his report. It was eagerly listened to.
Pale-face enemies so near! Who could they be? White friends, too, ready to fight for them against other white men, and send them warning of danger! That was more remarkable26 yet.
A trusty chief and a dozen braves were instantly ordered to dash into the pass, bring back the three prisoners, and learn all they could of the "white head" and his young companion.
Perhaps Steve Harrison would hardly have felt proud of the names which was given him on the instant. The only feat27 the Apaches knew of his performing was the thorough manner in which, according to Red Wolf, he had tied up those two miners; and so for lack of any other name they spoke of him as the "Knotted Cord." It was not long before Murray himself was known in that council by a long word, terribly hard to pronounce for any but an Apache, but that might be translated "Send Warning." He had actually earned a "good name" among his old enemies.
Rita and Ni-ha-be were saved any farther scolding. There was no time for that now, and the chief was more than ever anxious to ask questions of the "talking leaves," now he was sure of the neighborhood of danger.
Rita was puzzled.
"Ask about the bad pale-faces. Who are they?"
She took her three magazines from the folds of her antelope-skin tunic28 with trembling hands, for she was dimly beginning to understand that they could not tell her of things which were to be. It seemed to her, in that moment, that she could not read or remember a single word of English.
The one she opened first was not one which contained the pictures of the cavalry29; but Rita's face instantly brightened, and she handed it to her father. There were five or six pages, one after the other, each of which contained a picture, large or small, of men engaged in mining for gold among the Western sierras.
The chief gravely turned the leaves till he came to a sketch30 that drew from him a sharp and sullen31 "Ugh!"
He had hit it, and there could be no mistake.
There were the sturdy miners, with rifles instead of picks, making a gallant32 charge upon an attacking party of Indians.
"No need to talk. Great chief see for himself. No lie. I remember. Kill some of them. Rest got away. Now they come to strike the Apaches. Ugh!"
That was a "fancy sketch" by some Eastern artist; but it must have been nearly true to life when an Apache chief could say he had been one of the very crowd of Indians who were being shot at in the picture.
"That do now. Talk more by-and-by. Big fight come."
The part of that band which could not fight was hurried forward at the best speed that could be made, while Many Bears rapidly transformed his buffalo-hunters into "warriors." All that was needed was to give them a chance to paint themselves in sufficiently33 hideous34 manner for the "war-path," and deal out to them a double allowance of cartridges35 for their rifles.
When that was done they made a formidable-looking array, and the last chance of the Lipans or any other enemies for "surprising" them was gone.
Then they rode slowly on after their women and children, and the braves came back from the pass to report to Many Bears that Send Warning, Knotted Cord, and their three prisoners had gone no one could guess whither.
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growled
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