"A fine fat doe," said Steve, when his friend threw down his game in front of the fire.
"Now for a cooking time," replied Murray; "and then we must have a good nap."
"I'll do a little eating, too, while I'm cooking."
Neither of them neglected that duty, but Murray took the two plump hind-quarters of the doe and roasted them whole. How?—with no stove, no oven, no kitchen tools of any sort or description?
Two forked sticks were set firmly in the ground on either side, in front of the fire, and a strong stick laid across from fork to fork at about four feet from the ground; then a leg of venison, hung to this cross-piece by a thong3 of raw deer-skin, was turned around and around until the thong would twist no tighter. When it was let go the weight of the meat kept it from untwisting too fast; but it turned around in the opposite direction for ever so long, and it was roasting all the while.
It was precisely4 what our own great-grandmothers used to call a "roasting-jack," and all it required was somebody to wind it up when it ran down, so that the meat could be evenly done all over.
Meantime the broiling5 and eating of smaller pieces went right on, and neither Steve nor his friend seemed to have lost their appetite by their long ride and hard work.
"Now, Steve, lie down. Sleep all you can."
"Sha'n't you take a rest?"
"Don't need much. Young eyes call for more sleep than old ones. Lie right down and never mind me. I'll call you when your time comes."
Steve was used to paying the old man a pretty good kind of obedience6, and he was glad enough to obey him now. He was quickly asleep under a spreading tree, while Murray sat down before the fire, as if to "mind the roast." There was something more important than venison for him to think of, however. He had taken off his hat, and his white head was bare. With the strong light of the camp-fire shining upon his weather-beaten face he would have made a good subject for a painter. He was thinking deeply—so deeply that at last he thought aloud:
"I am a white man. I've been an Indian long enough. Yes, I think I'll try it. That would be better than killing7 all the Apaches between this and the California line."
He did not explain what it was he meant to try, or why it would be so much better than killing Apaches; but the stern expression on his face grew milder and milder, until it almost seemed as if he were smiling, and even Steve Harrison had never seen him do that.
The venison roasts were wound up, twisted tight again and again, and at last they were taken off.
"They'll do. I'll give 'em an hour to cool, and then we must be off. I'll pack the rest of the meat raw, but we haven't left much of it."
To much to throw away for men who were not sure of their regular meals, and were very sure of getting hungry.
The hour went by, and then Steve felt himself rudely shaken by the shoulder.
"You can't have it," grumbled8 Steve. "That gold's ours. I killed it myself, and we're roasting it now."
"Dreaming, are you? Wake up, Steve; it's time we were moving. We've a long night ride before us."
"How late is it?"
"No watch. Can't say exactly; but I reckon we can reach the valley by sunrise, and not overwork our horses. They're both in good condition."
The great heavy carriage and road horses used in the "settlements" would not have been in anything like as good condition as were those two wiry, tough, swift-footed mustangs, after all they had been through. They were ready now for another long pull; but they were likely to stand it better in the cool night hours than under the hot sun.
In a few minutes more the two friends were in the saddle. There was no more that they could do just then for the safety of the Buckhorn Mine; but they had not ridden far before Murray suddenly exclaimed,
"I'm going to do a queer thing, Steve Harrison!"
"You won't go back to the Lipans?"
"Queerer than that. I'm going to ride straight in among that band of Apaches!"
"What for?"
"I can't exactly say as yet. Will you go with me?"
"Anywhere. I'll feel safer about not getting into the hands of the Lipans again."
"They never did you any hurt."
"I should say they did. It's hurt enough to stay among them for three long years."
"Think of what you've learned by it, my boy. And now you've found a gold-mine."
"And it isn't worth ten cents to me. Nobody'd give me a new hat for it."
"You will need one by the time you get to the settlements. We must try and look out for that. The main thing for us to-night is to see that we don't get into bad company."
"Either Lipans or miners. I believe one is about as bad as the other."
They had plenty to talk about but some parts of the pass they were following were densely9 dark, and they had to feel their way a foot at a time like a pair of blind men. It was slower work than riding over the same ground by day, and Murray turned out nearly right in his calculation of the time they would reach the valley. It was just as the light of the rising sun grew strong and bright that he and Steve stood on the slope at the lower edge of the forest, taking turns at looking through the spy-glass at the white tilts10 of the two wagons11 of the miners.
"They've roused up early for something," said Murray.
"Looks as if they were setting out on a hunt or a scout12."
"So it does. There they go. Steve, we must ride after those fellows."
"What for?"
"To stop 'em. They'll only run their heads against the Apaches, and leave their camp to be plundered13 by the Lipans."
"They're in a trap, Murray."
"Come on, Steve!"
But the distance was not less than a couple of miles, and the miners had prepared beforehand for that "early start." It was all against the will of Captain Skinner, and the bad temper he was in only made him start more promptly14, and ride faster.
"Tell ye what, boys," he said to the rest, as they galloped15 on behind him, "I'll give ye all the scouting16 you want this morning."
At that very moment Murray was saying, "No, Steve, we won't waste any time going to the camp. There's only three men left there. We must catch those fellows and send them back. What are they going so fast for? Why, it'll be a regular race!"
It was very much like one after a little. True, Steve and Murray were riding a good deal more rapidly than the miners; but it takes a great deal of swift running to catch up with men who have more than two miles the start of you, even if you travel two miles to their one, and the "chasers" in this case were not doing nearly so much as that.
"We'll catch 'em, Murray."
"If we don't it'll be a bad race for them. I kind o' feel as if the lives of those men were the prize we're riding for. We mustn't let our horses get blown. If we do, it's good-bye to that crowd ahead of us."
Mile after mile went by, and the excitement of it grew to be something terrible.
"The Apaches can't be far ahead of 'em now, Murray."
"Hark! Hear that?"
"A rifle shot—a whoop17!"
"They are pulling up."
"They'd better. I'm afraid we're too late, Murray."
"On, on, Steve! Maybe there's time yet."
Captain Skinner had already seen and heard enough to make him halt his men, and he was gathering18 them rapidly into close order, when a long, ringing shout behind him drew his anxious eyes from the dangerous-looking "signs" now gathering in his front.
Signs? Yes, danger signs. Wild, dark, painted horsemen riding hither and thither19 and nearer and nearer, growing more and more numerous every moment. Those were the signs that Many Bears and his warriors20 meant to stand between any approaching enemy and the camp of their squaws and children. That was a quite a distance yet, but the Apaches did not mean to let any peril21 come very near it.
The shout was from Murray.
"Don't shoot!"
And in a few seconds more the old man was reining22 in his panting mustang among the startled and gloomy-faced miners.
"Where did you drop from?" was the cool, steady question of Skinner.
"Never you mind. Is Bill here?"
"He and his two mates are on guard at the camp. I know ye now; you're them two mining fellers. You met Bill and—"
"Yes, I met Bill; but there's no time for talk now. You take your men straight back to camp. It's the only show you've got left."
"Reckon we can beat off a few beggarly Apaches."
"Don't talk. Ride for your camp. If you get there before the Lipans do, take your wagons into the pass, and stay there till they get by. Don't strike a blow at them; they'd be too much for ye."
"Lipans? Going for our camp? Boys, 'bout2 face! Ride for your lives!"
For so small a man he had a great deal of voice, and his command was instantly obeyed; but he paused long enough to ask of Steve and Murray, "What about you two?"
"Us? We'll stay and keep the Apaches from chasing you."
"Won't they scalp you?"
"Not a bit. But there's one thing you may do. If by any chance you have a talk with the Lipans, you may tell them just where you saw us last. Tell the chief for me that No Tongue and Yellow Head are all right, only their horses are tired, following your trail and the Apaches."
"Hope I won't meet him! You're the queerest pair I ever saw. But I wish the boys had let me foller out the word you sent in by Bill."
"Too late now. Ride out of this the best gait your horse knows."
That too was good advice, and Captain Skinner took it; while the old man sat quietly in his saddle, with Steve Harrison at his side, as if they two were quite enough to stem the torrent23 of fierce, whooping24 Apaches which was now sweeping25 down upon them across the plain.
"Our lives are worth about as much as our title to that mine," said Steve; and it was no shame to him that he felt his young heart beat pretty rapidly.
"Sling26 your rifle behind you on the saddle; fold your arms; sit still. I'll do the talking."
The storm of dark horsemen was headed by Many Bears in person, and it was barely two minutes more before he was reining in his pony27 in front of the two "pale-face Lipans."
"How!" said Murray, quite heartily28, holding out his right hand, with the open palm up, while he put his left upon his breast.
"How!" replied the chief, with a little hesitation29; but a dozen voices around him were shouting,
"Send Warning!"
"Knotted Cord!"
"Pale-face friends of Apaches!"
And it was plain that the description given of them by Red Wolf and the girls had been accurate enough for their instant recognition.
"Other pale-faces run away. Why you stay?"
"Don't know them. Strangers. Run away from Apache chief. Chief must not follow."
"Why not follow?"
"Run against Lipans. Have big fight. Lose many warriors. All for nothing. Better go back."
"Send Warning is a good friend. Do what he say. You come?"
"Yes—we come. Trust friend."
Steve listened in silent wonder. He had never heard Murray speak a word about the Apaches that was not full of distrust of their good faith as well as hate of their ferocity, yet here he was treating them with the most absolute confidence. Steve felt quite sure he would have hesitated, for his own part, to meet a band of Lipans in that way. He did not understand Indian character as well as Murray, in spite of his three years among them. A man who came to them conferring benefits, and betraying no doubt of their good faith, was as safe among them as if he had been one of their own people.
It also occurred to Steve that this was hardly what Murray had been sent out for by To-la-go-to-de, but his devotion to the interests of that chief was not strong enough to make him care much.
Whatever might be Murray's intentions, Steve was clear enough that his own would never carry him back to make any sort of report of their "scouting."
The Apaches wheeled toward the west, and Send Warning and Knotted Cord rode on at the side of Many Bears.
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