The Patrol of the Sun Dance Trail [16]
said the Indian with hearty contempt. "Me no Piegan--me Big Chief. Me--" He paused abruptly, turned on his heel and, flinging himself on to his pony, disappeared in the shadows.
"He's jolly well pleased with himself, isn't he?" said Cameron.
"He's splendid," cried Mandy enthusiastically. "Why, he's just like one of Cooper's Indians. He's certainly like none of the rest I've seen about here."
"That's true enough," replied her husband. "He's no Piegan. Who is he, I wonder? I don't remember seeing him. He thinks no end of himself, at any rate."
"And looks as if he had a right to."
"Right you are! Well, let's away. You must be dog tired and used up."
"Never a bit," cried Mandy. "I'm fresh as a daisy. What a wonderful ending to a wonderful day!"
They extinguished the fire carefully and made their way out to the trail.
But the end of this wonderful day had not yet come.
CHAPTER V
THE ANCIENT SACRIFICE
The moon was riding high in the cloudless blue of the heavens, tricked out with faintly shining stars, when they rode into the "corral" that surrounded the ranch stable. A horse stood tethered at the gate.
"Hello, a visitor!" cried Cameron. "A Police horse!" his eyes falling upon the shining accouterments.
"A Policeman!" echoed Mandy, a sudden foreboding at her heart. "What can he want?"
"Me, likely," replied her husband with a laugh, "though I can't think for which of my crimes it is. It's Inspector Dickson, by his horse. You know him, Mandy, my very best friend."
"What does he want, Allan?" said Mandy, anxiety in her voice.
"Want? Any one of a thousand things. You run in and see while I put up the ponies."
"I don't like it," said Mandy, walking with him toward the stable. "Do you know, I feel there is something--I have felt all day a kind of dread that--"
"Nonsense, Mandy! You're not that style of girl. Run away into the house."
But still Mandy waited beside him.
"We've had a great day, Allan," she said again. "Many great days, and this, one of the best. Whatever comes nothing can take those happy days from us." She put her arms about his neck and drew him toward her. "I don't know why, Allan, I know it's foolish, but I'm afraid," she whispered, "I'm afraid."
"Now, Mandy," said her husband, with his arms round about her, "don't say you're going to get like other girls, hysterical and that sort of thing. You are just over-tired. We've had a big day, but an exhausting day, an exciting day. What with that Piegan and the wolf business and all, you are done right up. So am I and--by Jove! That reminds me, I am dead famished."
No better word could he have spoken.
"You poor boy," she cried. "I'll have supper ready by the time you come in. I am silly, but now it's all over. I shall go in and face the Inspector and dare him to arrest you, no matter what you have done."
"That's more like the thing! That's more like my girl. I shall be with you in a very few minutes. He can't take us both, can he? Run in and smile at him."
Mandy found the Inspector in the cozy ranch kitchen, calmly smoking his pipe, and deep in the London Graphic. As she touched the latch he sprang to his feet and saluted in his best style.
"Never heard you ride up, Mrs. Cameron, I assure you. You must think me rather cool to sit tight here and ignore your coming."
"I am very glad to see you, Inspector Dickson, and Allan will be delighted. He is putting up your horse. You will of course stay the night with us."
"Oh, that's awfully kind, but I really can't, you know. I shall tell Cameron." He took his hat from the peg.
"We should be delighted if you could stay with us. We see very few people and you have not been very neighborly, now confess."
"I have not been, and to my sorrow and loss. If any man had told me that I should have been just five weeks to a day within a few hours' ride of my friend Cameron, not to speak of his charming wife, without visiting him, well I should have--well, no matter--to my joy I am here to-night. But I can't
"He's jolly well pleased with himself, isn't he?" said Cameron.
"He's splendid," cried Mandy enthusiastically. "Why, he's just like one of Cooper's Indians. He's certainly like none of the rest I've seen about here."
"That's true enough," replied her husband. "He's no Piegan. Who is he, I wonder? I don't remember seeing him. He thinks no end of himself, at any rate."
"And looks as if he had a right to."
"Right you are! Well, let's away. You must be dog tired and used up."
"Never a bit," cried Mandy. "I'm fresh as a daisy. What a wonderful ending to a wonderful day!"
They extinguished the fire carefully and made their way out to the trail.
But the end of this wonderful day had not yet come.
CHAPTER V
THE ANCIENT SACRIFICE
The moon was riding high in the cloudless blue of the heavens, tricked out with faintly shining stars, when they rode into the "corral" that surrounded the ranch stable. A horse stood tethered at the gate.
"Hello, a visitor!" cried Cameron. "A Police horse!" his eyes falling upon the shining accouterments.
"A Policeman!" echoed Mandy, a sudden foreboding at her heart. "What can he want?"
"Me, likely," replied her husband with a laugh, "though I can't think for which of my crimes it is. It's Inspector Dickson, by his horse. You know him, Mandy, my very best friend."
"What does he want, Allan?" said Mandy, anxiety in her voice.
"Want? Any one of a thousand things. You run in and see while I put up the ponies."
"I don't like it," said Mandy, walking with him toward the stable. "Do you know, I feel there is something--I have felt all day a kind of dread that--"
"Nonsense, Mandy! You're not that style of girl. Run away into the house."
But still Mandy waited beside him.
"We've had a great day, Allan," she said again. "Many great days, and this, one of the best. Whatever comes nothing can take those happy days from us." She put her arms about his neck and drew him toward her. "I don't know why, Allan, I know it's foolish, but I'm afraid," she whispered, "I'm afraid."
"Now, Mandy," said her husband, with his arms round about her, "don't say you're going to get like other girls, hysterical and that sort of thing. You are just over-tired. We've had a big day, but an exhausting day, an exciting day. What with that Piegan and the wolf business and all, you are done right up. So am I and--by Jove! That reminds me, I am dead famished."
No better word could he have spoken.
"You poor boy," she cried. "I'll have supper ready by the time you come in. I am silly, but now it's all over. I shall go in and face the Inspector and dare him to arrest you, no matter what you have done."
"That's more like the thing! That's more like my girl. I shall be with you in a very few minutes. He can't take us both, can he? Run in and smile at him."
Mandy found the Inspector in the cozy ranch kitchen, calmly smoking his pipe, and deep in the London Graphic. As she touched the latch he sprang to his feet and saluted in his best style.
"Never heard you ride up, Mrs. Cameron, I assure you. You must think me rather cool to sit tight here and ignore your coming."
"I am very glad to see you, Inspector Dickson, and Allan will be delighted. He is putting up your horse. You will of course stay the night with us."
"Oh, that's awfully kind, but I really can't, you know. I shall tell Cameron." He took his hat from the peg.
"We should be delighted if you could stay with us. We see very few people and you have not been very neighborly, now confess."
"I have not been, and to my sorrow and loss. If any man had told me that I should have been just five weeks to a day within a few hours' ride of my friend Cameron, not to speak of his charming wife, without visiting him, well I should have--well, no matter--to my joy I am here to-night. But I can't