Ordinarily Walter Lowell would not have looked up from his desk. He recognized the footfalls of Plenty Buffalo1, his chief of Indian police, but this time there was an absence of the customary leisureliness2 in the official's stride. The agent's eyes were questioning Plenty Buffalo before the police chief had more than entered the doorway3.
The Indian, a broad-shouldered, powerfully built man in a blue uniform, stopped at the agent's desk and saluted4. Lowell knew better than to ask him a question at the outset. News speeds best without urging when an Indian tells it. The clerk who acted as interpreter dropped his papers and moved nearer, listening intently as Plenty Buffalo spoke5 rapidly in his tribal6 tongue.
"A man has been murdered on the road just off the reservation," announced the interpreter.
Still the agent did not speak.
"I just found him," went on the police chief to the clerk, who interpreted rapidly. "You'd better come and look things over."
"How do you know he was murdered?" asked the agent, reaching for his desk telephone.
"He was shot."
"But couldn't he have shot himself?"
"No. He's staked down."
Lowell straightened up suddenly, a tingle7 of apprehension8 running through him. Staked down—and on the edge of the Indian reservation! Matters were being brought close home.
"Is there anything to tell who he is?"
"I didn't look around much," said Plenty Buffalo. "There's an auto9 in the road. That's what I saw first."
"Where is the body?"
"A few yards from the auto, on the prairie."
The agent called the sheriff's office at White Lodge10, the adjoining county seat. The sheriff was out, but Lowell left the necessary information as to the location of the automobile11 and the body. Then he put on his hat, and, gathering12 up his gloves, motioned to Plenty Buffalo and the interpreter to follow him to his automobile which was standing13 in front of the agency office. Plenty Buffalo's pony14 was left at the hitching-rack, to recover from the hard run it had just been given. The wooden-handled quirt at the saddle had not been spared by the Indian.
Flooded with June sunshine the agency had never looked more attractive, from the white man's standpoint. The main street was wide, with a parkway in the center, shaded with cottonwoods. The school buildings, dormitories, dining-hall, auditorium15, and several of the employees' residences faced this street. The agent's house nestled among trees and shrubbery on the most attractive corner. The sidewalks were wide, and made of cement. There was a good water system, as the faithfully irrigated16 lawns testified. Arc lights swung from the street intersections17, and there were incandescents in every house. A sewer18 system had just been completed. Indian boys and girls were looking after gardens in vacant lots. There were experimental ranches20 surrounding the agency. In the stables and enclosures were pure-bred cattle and sheep, the nucleus21 of tribal flocks and herds22 of better standards.
In less than four years Walter Lowell had made the agency a model of its kind. He had done much to interest even the older Indians in agriculture. The school-children, owing to a more liberal educational system, had lost the customary look of apathy23. The agent's work had been commended in annual reports from Washington. The agency had been featured in newspaper and magazine articles, and yet Lowell had felt that he was far from accomplishing anything permanent. Ancient customs and superstitions24 had to be reckoned with. Smouldering fires occasionally broke out in most alarming fashion. Only recently there had been a serious impairment of reservation morale25, owing to the spectacular rise of a young Indian named Fire Bear, who had gathered many followers26, and who, with his cohorts, had proceeded to dance and "make medicine" to the exclusion27 of all other employment. Fire Bear's defection had set many rumors28 afloat. Timid settlers near the reservation had expressed fear of a general uprising, which fear had been fanned by the threats and boastings sent broadcast by some of Fire Bear's more reckless followers.
Lowell was frankly29 worried as he sped away from the agency with Plenty Buffalo and the interpreter. Every crime, large or small, which occurred near the reservation, and which did not carry its own solution, was laid to Indians. Here was something which pointed30 directly to Indian handiwork, and Lowell in imagination could hear a great outcry going up.
Plenty Buffalo gave little more information as the car swayed along the road that led off the reservation.
"He says he was off the reservation trailing Jim McFann," remarked the interpreter. "He thought Jim was going along the road to Talpers's store, but Plenty Buffalo was mistaken. He did not find Jim, but what he did find was this man who had been killed."
"Jim McFann isn't a bad fellow at heart, but this bootlegging and trailing around with Bill Talpers will get him in trouble yet," replied the agent. "He's pretty clever, or Plenty Buffalo's men would have caught him long before this."
They were approaching Talpers's store as the agent spoke. The store was a barn-like building, with a row of poplars at the north, and a big cottonwood in front. A few houses were clustered about. Bill Talpers, store-keeper and postmaster, looked out of the door as the automobile went past. Generally there were Indians sitting in front of the store, but to-day there were none. Plenty Buffalo volunteered the information that there had been a "big sing" on a distant part of the reservation which had attracted most of the residents from this neighborhood. Talpers was seen running out to his horse, which stood in front of the store.
"He'll be along pretty soon," said the agent. "He knows there's something unusual going on."
The road over which the party was traveling was sometimes called the Dollar Sign, for the reason that it wound across the reservation line like a letter S. After leaving White Lodge, which was off the reservation, any traveler on the road crossed the line and soon went through the agency. Then there was a curve which took him across the line again to Talpers's, after which a reverse curve swept back into the Indians' domain31. All of which was the cause of no little trouble to the agent and the Indian police, for bootleggers found it easy to operate from White Lodge or Talpers's and drop back again across the line to safety.
Another ten miles, on the sweep of the road toward the reservation, and the automobile was sighted. The body was found, as Plenty Buffalo had described it. The man had been murdered—that much was plain enough.
"Buckshot, from a sawed-off shotgun probably," said the agent, shuddering32.
Whoever had fired the shot had done his work with deadly accuracy. Part of the man's face had been carried away. He had been well along in years, as his gray hair indicated, but his frame was sturdy. He was dressed in khaki—a garb33 much affected34 by transcontinental automobile tourists. The car which he had been driving was big and expensive.
Other details were forgotten for the moment in the fact that the man had been staked to the prairie. Ropes had been attached to his hands and feet. These ropes were fastened to tent-stakes driven into the prairie.
"The man had been camping along the route," said the agent, "and whoever did this shooting probably used the victim's own tent-stakes."
This opinion was confirmed after a momentary35 examination of the tonneau of the car, which disclosed a tent, duffle-bag, and other camping equipment.
"Look around the prairie and see if you can find any of this man's belongings36 scattered37 about," said Lowell.
"Plenty Buffalo wants to know if you noticed all the pony tracks," said the interpreter.
"Yes," replied Lowell bitterly. "I couldn't very well help seeing them. What does Plenty Buffalo think about them?"
"They're Indian pony tracks—no doubt about that," said the interpreter, "but there is no telling just when they were made."
Lowell looked closely at the pony tracks, which were thick about the automobile and the body. Plainly there had been a considerable body of horsemen on the scene. Plenty Buffalo, skilled in trailing, had not hesitated to announce that the tracks were those of Indian ponies39. If more evidence were needed, there were the imprints40 of moccasined feet in the dust.
Lowell surveyed the scene while Plenty Buffalo and the interpreter searched the prairie for more clues. The agent did not want to disturb the body nor search the automobile until the arrival of the sheriff, as the murder had happened outside of Government jurisdiction41, and the local authorities were jealous of their rights. The murder had been done close to the brow of a low hill. The gently rolling prairie stretched to a creek42 on one side, and to interminable distance on the other. There was a carpet of green grass in both directions, dotted with clumps43 of sagebrush. It had rained a few days before—the last rain of many, it chanced—and there were damp spots in the road in places and the grass and the sage44 were fresh in color. Meadow-larks were trilling, and the whole scene was one of peace—provided the beholder45 could blot46 out the memory of the tenantless47 clay stretched out upon clay.
In a few minutes Sheriff Tom Redmond and a deputy arrived in an automobile from White Lodge. They were followed by Bill Talpers, in the saddle.
Redmond was a tall, square-shouldered cattleman, who still clung to the rough garb and high-heeled boots of the cowpuncher, though he seldom used any means of travel but the automobile. Western winds, heated by fiery48 Western suns, had burned his face to the color of saddle-leather. His eyebrows49 were shaggy and light-colored, and Nature's bleaching50 elements had reduced a straw-colored mustache to a discouraging nondescript tone.
"Looks like an Injun job, Lowell, don't it?" asked Redmond, as his sharp eyes took in the situation in darting51 glances.
"There ain't no other conclusion to come to," broke in Talpers, who had joined the group in an inspection53 of the scene. "Look at them pony tracks—all Injun."
Talpers was broad—almost squat54 of figure. His complexion55 was brick red. He had a thin, curling black beard and mustache. He was one of the men to whom alkali is a constant poison, and his lips were always cracked and bleeding. His voice was husky and disagreeable, his small eyes bespoke56 the brute57 in him, and yet he was not without certain qualities of leadership which seemed to appeal particularly to the Indians. His store was headquarters for the rough and idle element of the reservation. Also it was the center of considerable white trade, for it was the only store for miles in either direction, and in addition was the general post-office.
Knowing of Talpers's friendliness58 for the rebellious59 element among the Indians, Lowell looked at the trader in surprise.
"You didn't see any Indians doing this, did you, Talpers?" he asked.
The trader hastened to qualify his remark, as it would not do to have the word get out among the Indians that he had attempted to throw the blame on them.
"No—I ain't exactly sayin' that Injuns done it," said the trader, "but I ain't ever seen more signs pointin' in one direction."
"Well, don't let signs get you so far off the right trail that you can't get back again," replied the agent, turning to help Tom Redmond and his deputy in the work of establishing the identity of the slain60 man.
It was work that did not take long. Papers were found in the pockets indicating that the victim was Edward B. Sargent, of St. Louis. In the automobile was found clothing bearing St. Louis trademarks61.
"Judging from the balance in this checkbook," said the sheriff, "he was a man who didn't have to worry about financial affairs. Probably this is only a checking account, for running expenses, but there's thirty thousand to his credit."
"He's probably some tourist on his way to the coast," observed the deputy, "and he thought he'd make a détour and see an Injun reservation. Somebody saw a good chance for a holdup, but he showed fight and got killed."
"Nobody reported such a machine as going through the agency," offered Lowell. "The car is big enough and showy enough to attract attention anywhere."
"I didn't see him go past my place," said Talpers. "And if my clerk'd seen him he'd have said somethin' about it."
"Well, he was killed sometime yesterday—that's sure," remarked the sheriff. "He might have come through early in the morning and nobody saw him, or he might have hit White Lodge and the agency and Talpers's late at night and camped here along the Dollar Sign until morning and been killed when he started on. The thing of it is that this is as far as he got, and we've got to find the ones that's responsible. This kind of a killing62 is jest going to make the White Lodge Chamber63 of Commerce get up on its hind64 legs and howl. There's bound to be speeches telling how, just when we've about convinced the East that we've shook off our wild Western ways, here comes a murder that's wilder'n anything that's been pulled off since the trapper days."
"Accordin' to my way of thinkin'," said Talpers, "that man wasn't tortured after he was staked down. Any one who knows anything about Injun character knows that when they pegged65 a victim out that way, they intended for him to furnish some amusement, such as having splinters stuck into him and bein' set afire by the squaws."
"They probably thought they seen some one coming," said the sheriff, "and shot him after they got him tied down, and then made a quick getaway."
"That man was shot before he was tied down," interposed Lowell quietly.
"What makes you think that?" Redmond said quickly.
"There are no powder marks on his face. And any one shot at such close range, by some one standing over him, would have had his head blown away."
"What does Plenty Buffalo think about it all?" he asked.
Lowell called the police chief and the interpreter. Plenty Buffalo declared that he was puzzled. He was not prepared to make any statement at all as yet. He might have something later on.
"Very well," said the agent, motioning to Plenty Buffalo to go on with the close investigations68 he had been silently carrying on. "We may get something of value from him when he has finished looking. But there's no use coaxing69 him to talk now."
"I s'pose not," rejoined Redmond sneeringly70. "What's more, I s'pose he can't even see them Injun pony tracks around the body."
"He called my attention to them as soon as we arrived here," said Lowell. "But as far as that goes he didn't need to. Those things are as evident as the bald fact that the man has been killed."
"Well, that's about the only clue there is, as far as I can figger out," remarked the sheriff testily71, "and that points straight and clean to some of your wards72 on the reservation."
"Count on me for any help," replied Lowell crisply. "All I'm interested in, of course, is seeing the guilty brought out into the light."
Turning away and ending a controversy73, which he knew would be fruitless, Lowell made another searching personal examination of the scene. He examined the stakes, having in mind the possibility of finger-prints. But no tell-tale mark had been left behind. The stakes were too rough to admit the possibility of any finger-prints that might be microscopically74 detected. The road and prairie surrounding the automobile were examined, but nothing save pony tracks, numerous and indiscriminately mingled75, rewarded his efforts.
"Them Injuns jest milled around this machine and the body of that hombrey," said Talpers. "There must have been twenty-five of 'em in the bunch, anyway, ain't I right, Plenty Buffalo?" added the trader, repeating his remark in the Indian's tribal tongue, in which the white man was expert.
"Heap Injun here," agreed Plenty Buffalo, not averse76 to showing off a large part of his limited English vocabulary.
"That trouble-maker, Fire Bear, is the only one who travels much with a gang, ain't he?" demanded Redmond.
"Yes," assented the agent. "He has had from fifty to one hundred young Indians making medicine with him on Wolf Mountain. Rest assured that Fire Bear and every one with him will have to give an account of himself."
"That's the talk!" exclaimed Redmond, pulling at his mustache. "I ain't afraid of your not shooting straight in this thing, Mr. Lowell, but you've got to admit that you've stuck up for Injuns the way no other agent has ever stuck up for 'em before, and natchelly—"
"Naturally you thought I might even cover up murder for them," added Lowell good-naturedly. "Well, get that idea out of your head. But also get it out of your head that I'm going to see any Indian or Indians railroaded for a crime that possibly he or they didn't commit."
"All right!" snapped the sheriff, instantly as belligerent77 and suspicious as ever. "But this thing is going to be worked out on the evidence, and right now the evidence—"
"Which is all circumstantial."
"Yes, circumstantial it may be, but it's mighty78 strong against some of your people over that there line, and it's going to be followed up."
Lowell shrugged79 his shoulders, knowing the futility80 of further argument with the sheriff, who was representative of the considerable element that always looked upon Indians as "red devils" and that would never admit that any good existed in race or individual.
The agent assisted in removing the body of the murdered man to the big automobile that had been standing in the road, a silent witness to the crime. Lowell drove the machine to White Lodge, at the request of the sheriff, and sent telegrams which might establish the dead man's identity beyond all doubt.
Meantime the news of the murder was not long in making its devious81 way about the sparsely82 settled countryside. Most of the population of White Lodge, and ranchers from remote districts, visited the scene. One fortunate individual, who had arrived before the body had been removed, interested various groups by stretching himself out on the prairie on the exact spot where the slain man had been found.
"Here he laid, jest like this," the actor would conclude, "right out here in the bunch grass and prickly pear, with his hands and feet tied to them tent-stakes, and pony tracks and moccasin tracks all mixed around in the dust jest as if a hull83 tribe had been millin' here. If a lot of Injuns don't swing for this, then there's no use of callin' this a white man's country any more."
The flames of resentment84 needed no fanning, as Lowell found. The agent had not concluded his work with the sheriff at White Lodge before he heard thinly veiled threats directed at all Indians and their friends. He paid no attention to the comments, but drove back to the agency, successfully masking the grave concern he felt. In the evening, his chief clerk, Ed Rogers, found Lowell reading a magazine.
"The talk is that you'll have to get Fire Bear for this murder," said Rogers. Then the chief clerk added, bluntly: "I thought sure you'd be working on this case."
Lowell smiled at the clerk's astonishment85.
"There's nothing more that requires my attention just now," he said. "If Fire Bear is wanted, we can always get him. That's one thing that simplifies all such matters, where Indians are concerned. An Indian can't lose himself in a crowd, like a white man. Furthermore, he never thinks of leaving the reservation."
Here the young agent rose and yawned.
"Anyway," he remarked, "it isn't our move right now. Until it is, I prefer to think of pleasanter things."
But the agent's thoughts were not on any of the pleasant things contained in the magazine he had flung into a corner. They were dwelling86 most consistently upon a pleasing journey he had enjoyed, a few days before, with a young woman whom he had taken from the agency to Mystery Ranch19.
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