"Well?" said the officer.
"Well," answered Cairness, "I have been talking to them, chiefly to Geronimo. They have a good place for their rancheria on that hilltop. It is an old lava3 bed, an extinct crater4, and it is a perfect fortress5. There are three gulches6 between us and them, and a thousand men couldn't take the place."
"I came here to parley7, not to fight," said the general, rather sharply. "What is their disposition8?"
"I dare say they are willing to surrender, upon terms to suit them. But they are very much afraid of treachery. They are on the lookout9 for deception10 at every turn. In fact, they are not in altogether the most amiable11 frame of mind, for the greater part. However, you can decide that for yourself when they come over, which will be directly."
He seated himself upon a low branch of sycamore, which grew parallel to the ground, and went on to tell what he had seen on the hilltop in the hostile camp. "They are in capital condition. A lot of them are playing koon-kan. There were some children and one little red-headed Irishman about ten years old with[Pg 295] them. He was captured in New Mexico, and seems quite happy. He enjoys the name of Santiago Mackin—plain James, originally, I suppose."
The general smiled. He treated Cairness as nearly like an equal as possible always, and got his advice and comment whenever he could.
"Then they all have 'medicine' on," Cairness continued, "redbird and woodpecker feathers, in buckskin bags, or quail13 heads, or prairie-dog claws. One fellow was making an ornament14 out of an adobe15 dollar. Every buck12 and boy in the band has a couple of cartridge16 belts and any quantity of ammunition17, likewise new shirts and zarapes. They have fitted themselves out one way or another since Crawford got at them in January. I don't think there are any of them particularly anxious to come in."
Another officer came up, and Cairness dropped from the twisted bow and walked away.
"That fellow Cairness may be a good scout18 and all that, but he must be an unmitigated blackguard too," said the officer, stretching himself on the ground beside Crook.
The general turned his head sharply, and his eyes flashed, but he only asked dryly, "Why?"
"You know he's the man Landor lost his life saving upon the malpais in New Mexico?"
"Yes," said Crook.
"And inside of a fortnight he and Mrs. Landor went to some Roman Catholic priest in Tombstone and were married. I call that indecent haste."
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"What!" ejaculated the general. He was moved altogether from his imperturbable19 calm.
"That's the straight bill. Ask him. He isn't fit to be spoken to."
"Is that the very handsome Mrs. Landor who was at Grant a year or so ago?" The general seemed to have difficulty in grasping and believing it.
"That same. She was part Mescalero, anyway."
"Where is she now?"
"On his ranch2, living on the fat of a lean land, I believe. He's rich, you know. I don't know much about them. I've small use for them. And I used to like Cairness, too. Thought he was way above his job. Those squaw-men lose all sense of honor."
"Cairness never was a squaw-man," corrected Crook.
"Well, he is now, then," insisted the officer; "Mrs. Landor is a squaw at bottom. Poor old Jack20!" he sat up and fired a stone at the stalk of a Spanish bayonet, "I guess he's better off in the Happy Hunting Grounds. His wasn't a bed of roses."
The general sat silent for a while. "I didn't know that when I sent for him this time," he said at length, in partial explanation. Then he turned his head and looked up over his shoulders at the hostiles' conical hill. A band of Chiricahuas was coming down the side toward the soldiers' camp.
It was the first scene of the closing act of the tragic21 comedy of the Geronimo campaign. That wily old devil, weary temporarily of the bloodshed he had continued with more or less regularity22 for many years, had[Pg 297] sent word to the officers that he would meet them without their commands, in the Ca?on de los Embudos, across the border line, to discuss the terms of surrender. The officers had forthwith come, Crook yet hopeful that something might be accomplished23 by honesty and plain dealing24; the others, for the most part, doubting.
The character of Geronimo, as already manifested, was not one to inspire much confidence, nor was his appearance one to command respect. The supposititious dignity of the savage25 was lacking entirely26. The great chief wore a filthy27 shirt and a disreputable coat, a loin-cloth, and a dirty kerchief wound around his head. His legs were bare from the hips28, save for a pair of low moccasins. His whole appearance was grotesque29 and evil.
The general refused the withered30 hand he put out, and looked at him unsmilingly. The feelings of the old chief were hurt. He sat down upon the ground, under the shadows of the cottonwoods and sycamores, and explained his conduct with tears in his bleary eyes. The officers and packers, citizens and interpreters, sat round upon the ground also, with the few Indians who had ventured into the White-man's camp in the background, on the rise of the slope. There was a photographer too, who had followed the command from Tombstone, and who stationed himself afar off and took snap-shots during the conference, which, like most conferences of its sort, was vague enough.
It was the usual tale of woe31 that Geronimo had to tell, much the same that the old buck had recited to[Pg 298] Cairness in the spring of the last year. His particular grievance32 was the request for his hanging, which he had been told had been put in the papers, and his fear of three White-men who he believed were to arrest him. "I don't want that any more. When a man tries to do right, such stories ought not to be put in the newspapers. What is the matter with you that you do not speak to me? It would be better if you would look with a pleasant face. I should be more satisfied if you would talk to me once in a while." The interpreter translated stolidly33. "Why don't you look at me and smile at me? I am the same man. I have the same feet, legs, and hands, and the Sun looks down on me a complete man." There was no doubt about that, at any rate, and perhaps it was not an unmixed good fortune.
The general's long silence was making the complete man nervous. Beads34 of sweat stood out on his forehead, and he twisted his hands together. "The Sun, the Darkness, and the Winds are all listening to what we now say. To prove to you that I am telling the truth, remember that I sent you word that I would come from a place far away to speak to you here, and you see me now. If I were thinking bad, I would never have come here. If it had been my fault, would I have come so far to talk with you?" he whined35.
The general was neither convinced nor won over. He had Geronimo told that it was a very pretty story, but that there was no reason why forty men should have left the reservation for fear of three. "And if you were afraid of three, what had that to do with the[Pg 299] way you sneaked36 all over the country, killing37 innocent people? You promised me in the Sierra Madre that that peace should last. But you lied. When a man has lied to me once, I want better proof than his word to believe him again."
The tears trickled38 down the withered cheeks, and Crook gave a shrug39 of exasperation40 and disgust. "Your story of being afraid of arrest is all bosh. There were no orders to arrest you. You began the trouble by trying to kill Chato." Geronimo shook his head, as one much wronged and misunderstood. "Yes you did, too. Everything that you did on the reservation is known. There is no use your lying."
Then he delivered his ultimatum41, slowly, watching the unhappy savage narrowly from under the visor of his pith helmet. "You must make up your mind whether you will stay out on the war-path or surrender—without conditions. If you stay out, I'll keep after you and kill the last one, if it takes fifty years. I have never lied to you," he stood up and waved his hand; "I have said all I have to say. You had better think it over to-night and let me know in the morning."
He walked away, and Geronimo went back to his rancheria on the hilltop, crestfallen42. He had failed of his effect, and had not by any means made his own terms.
The troops settled down to wait, and Cairness, having further sounded some of the Chiricahua squaws, went again in search of Crook. He was seated under an ash tree with his back against the trunk and a portfolio43[Pg 300] upon his knee, writing. When Cairness stopped in front of him, he glanced up.
There was an expression in his eyes Cairness did not understand. It was not like their usual twinkle of welcome. "Wait a moment," he said, and went on with his writing. Cairness dropped down on the ground, and, for want of anything else to do, began to whittle44 a whistle out of a willow45 branch.
Crook closed up the portfolio and turned to him. "I didn't know you were married, Mr. Cairness, when I sent for you."
Cairness reddened to the roots of his hair, and the scar on his forehead grew purple. He understood that look now. And it hurt him more than any of the slights and rebuffs he had received since he had married Felipa. He had, like most of those who served under the general, a sort of hero-worship for him, and set great store by his opinion. It was only because of that that he had left Felipa alone upon the ranch. It had been their first separation and almost absurdly hard for two who had lived their roving lives.
It was more for her than for himself that the rebuke46 hurt him. For it was a rebuke, though as yet it was unsaid. And he thought for a moment that he would defend her to the general. He had never done so yet, not even to the little parson in Tombstone whose obvious disapproval47 he had never tried to combat, though it had ended the friendship of years.
But Crook did not look like a man who wished to receive confidences. He was asking for facts, and[Pg 301] seeking them out with a cold, sharp eye. "I have been married nearly a year," said Cairness, shortly.
"To Captain Landor's widow, I am told."
"To Captain Landor's widow, yes;" he met the unsympathetic eyes squarely. "I came to tell you, general, what I have gathered from the squaws. It may serve you."
Crook looked away, straight in front of him. "Go on," he said. It was not the conversation of equals now. It was the report of an inferior to a superior. However familiar the general might wish to be upon occasions, he held always in reserve the right to deference48 and obedience49 when he should desire them.
It was short and to the point upon Cairness's part, and having finished he stood up.
"Is that all?" asked the general.
"That is all."
"Thank you," he said; and Cairness walked away.
The next two days he kept to himself and talked only to his Apache scouts50, in a defiant51 return to his admiration52 for the savage character. A Chiricahua asked no questions and made no conventional reproaches at any rate. He was not penitent53, he was not even ashamed, and he would not play at being either. But he was hurt, this last time most of all, and it made him ugly. He had always felt as if he were of the army, although not in it, not by reason of his one enlistment54, but by reason of the footing upon which the officers had always received him up to the present time. But now he was an outcast. He faced[Pg 302] the fact, and it was a very unpleasant one. It was almost as though he had been court-martialled and cashiered. He had thoughts of throwing up the whole thing and going back to Felipa, but he hated to seem to run away. It would be better to stop there and face it out, and accept the position that was allowed him, the same, after all, as that of the majority of chiefs of scouts.
And things were coming to an end, anyway. He could see it in the looks of the Apaches, and hear it in their whispers. They consented to come in, and even to put themselves at the discretion55 of the government, but there was a lack of the true ring in their promises. So when, on the third morning, before it was yet daylight, two chiefs came hurrying into camp and awoke the general with bad news, he was not greatly surprised. He had warned Crook of the possibility, for that matter.
It was the eternal old story of the White-man's whiskey. A rancher living some four hundred yards from the boundary line upon the Mexican side had sold it to the Indians. Many of them were dead or fighting drunk. The two sober Indians asked for a squad56 of soldiers to help them guard the ranchman, and stop him from selling any more mescal. They were right-minded themselves and really desired peace, and their despair was very great.
Geronimo and four other warriors57 were riding aimlessly about on two mules58, drunk as they well could be, too drunk to do much that day. But when night[Pg 303] came, and with it a drizzling59 rain, the fears the ranchman and his mescal had put in their brains assumed real shapes, and they betook themselves to the mountains again, and to the war-path.
It was failure, flat failure. The officers knew it, and the general knew it. It was the indefinite prolongation of the troubles. It was the ignominious60 refutation of all his boasts—boasts based not so much upon trust in himself, as on belief in the nature of the Apache, whose stanch61 champion he had always been.
The fault of this last, crowning breach62 of faith was not all with the Red-men by any means. But the difficulty would be to have that believed. The world at large,—or such part of it as was deigning63 to take heed64 of this struggle against heavy odds65, this contest between the prehistoric66 and the makers67 of history,—the world at large would not go into the details, if indeed it were ever to hear them. It would know just this, that a band of Indians, terrible in the very smallness of their numbers, were meeting the oncoming line of civilization from the East with that of the savagery68 of the West, as a prairie fire is met and checked in its advance by another fire kindled69 and set on to stop it. It would know that the blood of the masters of the land was being spilled upon the thirsty, unreclaimed ground by those who were, in right and justice, for the welfare of humanity, masters no more. It would know that the voice which should have been that of authority and command was often turned to helpless complaint or shrieks70 for mercy. And it[Pg 304] would not stop for the causes of these things; it could not be expected to. It would know that a man had come who had promised peace, confidently promised it in the event of certain other promises being fulfilled, and that he had failed of his purpose. The world would say that Crook had held in his grasp the Apaches and the future peace of an empire as large as that of Great Britain and Ireland, France and Germany in one, and that he had let it slip through nerveless fingers. It was signal failure.
Such Apaches as had not gone back on the war-path returned to the States with the troops; but there were five months more of the outrages71 of Geronimo and his kind. Then in the summer of the year another man, more fortunate and better fitted to deal with it all, perhaps,—with the tangle72 of lies and deceptions73, cross purposes and trickery,—succeeded where Crook had failed and had been relieved of a task that was beyond him. Geronimo was captured, and was hurried off to a Florida prison with his band, as far as they well could be from the reservation they had refused to accept. And with them were sent other Indians, who had been the friends and helpers of the government for years, and who had run great risks to help or to obtain peace. But the memory and gratitude74 of governments is become a proverb. The southwest settled down to enjoy its safety. The troops rested upon the laurels75 they had won, the superseded76 general went on with his work in another field far away to the north. The new general, the saviour77 of the land, was heaped[Pg 305] with honor and praise, and the path of civilization was laid clear.
But before then Cairness returned to his ranch and set his back upon adventure for good and all. "Crook will be gone soon," he said to Felipa; "it is the beginning of his end. And even if he were to keep on, he might not need me any more."
"Why?" she asked, with a quick suspicion of the dreariness78 she caught in his tone.
He changed it to a laugh. "A scout married is a scout marred79. I am a rancher now. It behooves80 me to accept myself as such. I have outlived my usefulness in the other field."
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lava
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parley
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deception
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quail
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ammunition
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scout
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tragic
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rebuke
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disapproval
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deference
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scouts
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defiant
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gratitude
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laurels
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superseded
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saviour
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dreariness
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