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I ^ ^', , •'• •* ' V- •* McHBNRY PLAUfDEALER, MeHBTOY, GRAVEL *5$t V%» *•- '-\ Bjr Hugh OiDiilgMlyTh Bolilil Hmin (k j»in'r"ll 11' 1il l I fn fH 1 ^WDIANtl" SYNOPSIS.--In the' late summer of 1876, Peter Dlnsdale, on his way to the Black hills to Join the throng of gold-seekers, make* the acquaintance of the keeper of a Deadwood gambling house, San Juan Joe, who Is returning to Deadwood. On their way through Red canyon Dlnsdale and Joe meet a young woman running from a party of Indiana. Dlnsdale takes her on his horse and the two men ride through her pursuers, killing several. The girl Is Lottie Carl, and she has no relatives. Near Peadwood they overtake a prospector whom Joe hails as old "Iron Pyrites." At Deadwood City San Juan Joe. popular In the community. Is given an enthusiastic welcome, which is extended to Dlnsdale. Dlnsdale tells Joe of the robbery of a Union Pacific train at Ogalala, and the gambler Informs the crowd. Joe takes Dlnsdale and Lottie to the house of a woman of the town, Kitty the Schemer, Joe's mistress, where the gambler had Intended to Install Lottie. Dlnsdale refuses to allow It, taking Lottie to a house where she will be safeguarded. Dinsdale saves, an apparently half-witted Individual, known as Scissors, from mistreatment at the hands of a "bad man." Bandy Allen, who vows vengeance on Dinsdale. Scissors' nickname Is derived from his ability to cut, with paper and sciBsors, remarkable likenesses of persons, or anything that strikes his fancy. Dlnsdale takes to him. Iron Pyrites arrives In town. At a midnight meeting of road-agents plaps are made to rob one of the treasure-coaches. Dlnsdale acquires a reputation as . a reckless spender rnd an expert gunman. San Juan Joe, believing Dinsdale to be a train-robber,' warns him of the coming of "Jim Omaha." Union Pacl : detective, and advises him to take a prospecting trip with Pyrites. Dlnsdale appears reluctant. Dlnsdale kills Allen. He then takes to the hills with Pyrites. While prospecting, Dinsdale blunders onto a large log cabin. In a cellar Dlnsdale finds the proceeds of robberies. A man enters the cabin. Dlnsdale knocks him senseless. He makes his way hack to Pyrites. The two make tnelr way to Rapid City. In a gambling place a stranger, with a bandaged head, tells Dlnsdale his name is "Easy." Telling Pyrites he believes "Easy" Is the man he slugged In the cabin. Dlnsdale sets out with Scissors for Deadwood. From a hiding place they see a gang of desperadoes pass, evidently on Dlnsdale's tralL P'ffi "'l: CHAPTER VIII--^Continued. "My debt to you increases, Scissors " •muttered Dinsdale. "The second man •was Easy, and he's after my money. The way they're traveling shows they're keen to havjs it over with as soon as possible." "I'm very wakan. My pictures are wakan.* But the pictures I see Inside my head are taku wakan--most mysterious and wonderful. I dream of (hawks, which is very lucky," proudly retorted Scissors. "Now we must get tack to the horses and ride fasti For there's another gorge ahead and it's possible Sorehead will begin to suspect we're off the road and ride down the gorge to head us off. I shall feel better when we are beyond It." The gorge was reached and passed with no signs of the hard-riding horse- BCH Scissors' simple face was very grave and he was studying the surfvnndings sharply. "You seem to know lots about In- Jons," complimented Dinsdale. now throwing off his own abstraction. -"My mind Is half red," murmured Ifelssora. "Do you see anything to put you ifc edge!" I see nothing, but I feel. Tm Wcikan--I feel things before they happen." "Sorehead has guessed our trick V "I feel red. It's Indians I feel. There must be a big band quite close to the Mils." L 'Nonsense." scoffed DInSdale. "I have been In the ghost lodge of tte Ogalala and watched them bury tile red cloth to please Unktelll, the water god, and his wife, the earth spirit. I have watched the circle dance, when they aan/r their songs to tbe Waklnyan, the thunderers. Marty red men believe the white men are Whipped and these hills are at their Bercy. I dreamed of a thunder-storm • few nights ago. That means a fight." "Your mind is red, all right." "I refuse to believe many superstitions of the white men. Ahead Is a branch of the Box Elder; we can camp there." t They crossed the head of the branch •0d halted at a bend where Dlnsdale fsund the charred sticks of old cam- Ores. Scissors picked up a rusty hunting knife and some empty cartridge •hells. "Not Indian," he said. "Too many Area. Too big. This must be where the Custer expedition camped in 'seventy- four on Its outward trip from #ie hills." To the east was a long ridge and beyond that the plains began. The travelers refrained from making a Are Hi after sunset for fear the smoke Jhlght be seen by their pursuers. They fined on cooked meat and bread rought from Calvin's eating-house. After filling his pipe Dlnsdale endeavored to learn something more about his companion's experience when a captive of the Indians, also something ^bout his earlier antecedents, h!s birthplace, and the extent of his .schooling. But Scissors for once was Cot responsive. He idly snipped pictures of animals out of paper and explained they were lesser wakandas. 4When pressed for his private history 'he showed impatience, and answered "I forget. It was a very long time «Uro--before I became wakan wltsha- Sha. A mystery man forgets useless things. See, now; a new picture. 1 '.Could always do it." And folding the paper several times he worked with his usual quickness and then opened the paper to disclose a chain of horsemen, tbe horses going at a mad gallop. "The fellows we saw riding np the stage road," said Dlnsdale. "If I could meet some of them In San Juan's place I could get a dollar for It," mused Scissors as he carefully refolded the strip of figures. "Old Calvin wanted me to pay him a percentage for all I sold In the gambling hall. I wouldn't do It. The girl dialing Twenty- one wouldn't let him order me out. I hope nothing happens to Sitting Bull while I'm gone. The Chinese cook said he would feed him just as I told him to. I think he will; he's afraid of roe. Calls me a 'devil man." I told him If the owl wasn't ull right when got back I'd make many pictures of him without his queue. He squealed like a rat Ah! I hear ap owl now. Somfe one's ghost la trying to tell me things." rr You give me the creeps," sleepily said Dlnsdale. • They had rigged an extra blanket over some low hanging branches as a protection against the dew, and Dlnsdale crawled under this and was soon asleep. Scissors remained for another hour, blinking at the coals and absent-mindedly playing with the scissors. A long-eared owl called to the eye of the fire and a timber wolf howled dismally. Covering the coals with gravel the picture uian crawled in beside his companion. Sunrise was free from fog and the two were up with the first light and eating their prepared food. Scissors was still apprehensive of danger, for he would have no fire kindled. They went without coffee, and the omission made Dlnsdale sullen. Shortly before noon they rod«5 throngh the dry bed of Elk creek and by midday arrived at Bear creek. Halting at Bear only long enough to rest their mounts and swallow some meat and bread they entered a wide valley, running north and south, with Bear butte showing six pilles ahead. They camped on the lower fork of Bear Butte creek and Dlnsdale's mood Improved when Scissors kindled a fire and placed the coffee on to boll. Scissors, too, was In a better humor and he made an elaborate picture of the flat-topped butte. "What are they saying about me In Deadwood City, Scissors?" The picture-man seemed to be befuddled for half a minute. He stared at Dlnsdale stupidly while bis wits tried to formulate an answer. At last be blurted out: "You ain't blamed for killing Bandy Allen. Some men whisper that you're a road-agent Others offer to bet your'e a trpln robber." "How would you bet?" "Train robber," was the prompt reply ; and Scissors reached In his pocket for another piece of pager. "You have more style in throwing money around than the agents have." "Still you think It's safe for me to go back to town?" "I'm a mystery man. I see^thlngs other folks dont see. There's a woman who'd do you harm, yet she'd act foolish if you'd be kind to her. She's talking and trying to make medicine against you. But folks thinks she's jealous. San Juan Joe Is your friend. He speaks good words to the men of the city council about you. He tells them you're going Into a business deal with him. Then there's the way you came through Ited canyon. Folks can't forget that Every time they see <he little girl they remember that All that's against you Is Just talk. Bad talk." I "Scissors, I sweep my hat low t«> you. You have some brains. I believe you've read the cards right--all except about the Jealous woman." "Every one believes that. The woman shqws It in lots of her talk. There's no other explanation for the way she gets after you. The town was stirred up a bit over Allen's death for a day or so, but now decent folks are glad he's dead. If you go back and quiet down no one will trouble you. "San Juan tells,every one you and he are to organize a flume company to supply hydraulic power. That catches every one's fancy. Six men killed by Indians within four miles of Deadwood since you went away. Patrick and Suulsbury offer five hundred reward for the capture of any man who helped run off twenty head of their best stock from the French Creek station. They threaten to stop their stages if the horse thieves aren't caught pretty soon. So you see the gulch has other \hlngs on Us mind besides you and your doings." "I see. Any strangers In town?" Scissors gaped In mild amazement "Strangers? Why, you must know they're coming and going all the time. Only they don't go far because of tbe Indians." Dlnsdale puffed his pipe In silence for a minute, then asked: Ev&r you hear anything about a fellow called Omaha?" Scissors pursed his Hps and screwed up-his whimsical features in an effort to remember. Then he slowly said: Name sounds familiar. M/iybe It's because of the city by that name. Queer name for a man to Vhave." « Dinsdale lapsed Into meditation and did not hear the rambling talk of his companion. Including a lengthy explanation of the various Siouan cults. He revealed his abstraction when he suddenly Inquired: "See anything of the girl I brought out of Ited canyon? Lottie Carl Is her name. She's staying with Widow Colt." Scissors nodded eagerly. "I've seen her on the street with Mrs. Colt. She never goes out alone. That makes me remember something else--Kitty the Schemer went to the Colt house. The widow sent her out flying. They say Kitty was mad enough to chew up a harness. I'd forgotten all about that." "So?" gritted Dinsdale. "How much more have you forgotten?" "I don't know," was the frank reply. "Probably a lot Since I became wakan I've forgotten lots of foolish stuff." "Please dont forget .we're going back to Deadwood City. When do we strike for the gulcli?" "We're wide of the totage road, and better so," readily replied Scissors. "Those men on horseback will string out and trail along In twos and threes right into the gulch. Some of them will even risk riding Into the town. Each one will be watching out for you. If we follow the middle branch of this creek to Its head we'll be only a few miles south of Deadwood. There's an old trail that we can take." "Listen, Scissors; I'm not afraid of those horse thieves trying any game close to Deadwood. Let's take the most direct way to town. I'm keen to get back." Scissors grinned cunningly. • "Strike right out and have JOB get Into a fight?" he said. "You'd say you'd killed a horse thi&f. How would you prove It 7 The town would say you're a natural-born gun fighter and always looking for trouble. They'd remember you left a dead man behind when you lit out with Pyrites. It would never do to mark your return with another dead man. San Juan Joe said--I Just remember It this minute-- that you couldn't stand having another killing to your credit till the first one is forgotten. He has lots of Influence In town, but he can't use It all up on one man." Dinsdale took a few farewell puffs at his pipe and knocked out the heel, and surrendered." "I'm not looking for trouble I'm ready for the middle fork of this creek. We'll make town as soon as possible and without making the eagle scream." "That's my notion," heartily Indorsed Scissors. "Turning In? Think I'll sit up a while and think things out. I don't sleep well. Too many dreams. Some are bad. Price a man pays for being wakan." Nor did Dlnsdale rest well that night. lie dreamed of Lottie Carl being In the power of Kltty"the Schemer, of Mayor Farnum suddenly turning Into a savage, of San Juan being killed In a fight. He was up early and wondering what could be the matter with his nerves. He walked some distance from the camp In the hope that exercise would clear away his feeling of depression. He found where some one had dug Into the marly shale, and, being Ignorant of geology, was much surprised to discover fish spines and a coiled cephalopod in the broken formation. He carried his discoveries back to display to Scissors. The picture-man was setting out the last of their meat Finishing his task he explained: "Either Indians, while hunting for a new medicine, or the men with the 'seventy-four expedition did It The expedition quit the hills along about here, for they visited Bear butte. We can visit the butte, too, if you care to. It's only five miles from here and but a short distance beyond the middle fork, where we're bound for. Won't He Found Where 8omeone Had Dug Into the Marly Shale. take more'n thirty mlnptes to climb It From tbe top we can see all over creation. If Easy and his friends are between us and Deadwood they'll be sure to have a camp and show a smoke." The conical mass of Mato Tlpl, rising abruptly from the plains to a height of twelve hundred feet, presented a singular appearance and one that appealed strongly to Dlnsdale's love for the unusual. Already it had a distinct personality for him, an atmosphere resting on legends and the beliefs of the red men. On being questioned Scissors said It was difficult to climb unless one followed paths from the northwest or southeast sides. "Do yo'i want to visit the top?" asked Dinsdale. "Only for the sake of looking for a hostile smoke. If alone I'd want to go. as It was there, at the top of Mato Tlpl, that I gave the Ogalala Teton the slip. I went with a band to place small rocks in the trees In memory of the dead. I came down the southeast slope in the dark." "An hour or two won't make any difference. We'll climb it and have s look around." agreed Dlnsdale. Secretly pleased at this decision Scissors brought up the horses snd ft short ride brought them to the middle fork of the creek. Splashing through the shallow rretcrs Scissors led the way toward the southeast slope. As they advanced the mystery place became even more Interesting. Dlnsdale was surprised to discover be was anticipating pleasure from the trip, j They dismounted at a stretch of j scrub-spruce at the base of the butte , and Dlnsdale was astounded at the abrupt change in his comp nlon's deportment. It was as If the Influence of Mato Tlpl, the Grizzly Bear lodge, had reached down and gripped the pictureman and had stripped him of reasoiL From his pocket he produced the string of horsemen, cut out at the former camp, and, singing In the Teton dialect proceeded to detach the foremost rider and pin the long strip and the single picture around Dlnsdale's bat "What the devil!" sharply demanded Dlnsdale, submitting to the decoration because of his surprise. "Don't do anything: Don't look. Don't say anything. Don't touch a gun. We've run Into a trap," whispered Scissors. "IndiaPS?" muttered Dtasdals* standing motionless. "In the scrub Just beyond the mouth of the path. They'll riddle us If we try to mount. Do as I do and show no fear when they break cover." He kneeled and began picking up small rocks, searching for those round and unweathered. Dlnsdale dropped down beside him and blindly Imitated his example. And as he picked up the stones Scissors sang in English the song be had sung in the Teton: From everywhere they come flying, From the north the wind Is blowing to earth. Rattling, flying, they come, they eosn, From everywhere they come. He ceased singing and made a little mound of the stones, using those Dlnsdale had collected as well as his own. On top of the pile he placed his picture of Mato Tlpl with a single stone to keep :t from blowing away. Then rising to his feet and throwing back his head so as to gaze at the top of the butte he shouted in the Teton: "Men from the earth we are. I have sung about something, for which have pity on us!" To Dlnsdale he whispered: "More rocks and do as I do.' I have repeated a Teton prayer to Tunkan." As he spoke he finished gathering rocks, this time taking no care as to their shape, and walked to a tree and began placing them between tbe branches. Dlnsdale did likewise. Now came the last test. Slowly advancing toward the mouth of the path, by the side of which were crouched the Indians, and holding a rock In each hand, Scissors began shouting: "They really say a white man turns red and comes to your mountain, O Tunkaslla (grandfather), for help to escape from white men." They parsed through a fringe of sage, and Scissors stretched out his hands to brush the bushes back from the mouth of the path, and Dlnsdale caught his first glimpse of the hidden warjMors, several copper-colored faces glaring, several copper hands clutching rifles and revolvers. Then they were swarming out of their ambuscade and were aiming their weapons at the two white men. Nimble hands plucked the revolvers from Dlnsdale's belt and searched Scissors In vain for arms. A warrior ran to the two horses and secured Dlnsdale's rifle. Then the two were hurled to the ground. "Show no fight," muttered Scissors. To his savage captors he boldly cried: "Ha-a-a, warriors! They say I tome back to you with my two knives talking. They really say I bring a man who runs from the whites to save his life. No Strong Hearts, who follow Tatankaiyotake (Sitting Bull) are here, for I see no war-bonnets made from the tall-feathers of eagles with horns worn on the front I see no old men who be'ong to the White Horse Riders. I do not see Wasechuntashunka (American Horse), ray brother. Two Knives Talking sees only strange warriors. He sees one with a cross on his tobacco bag and knows he is called Wawoklyapi (Helper of the Helpless) because he carried a wounded friend out of a fight. He sees a feather standing at the back of the h"ad and knows the man has killed an enemy without any hurt to himself. He sees a man who has struck an enemy and wears his feather across the back of his head. He sees a man who has given his flesh to Wakantanka In the sun dunce and carried six buffalo skulls. He sees another whose vow to Wakantanka brought him many cuts on his arms and chest "For such men Wakantnnka has but one path. They must follow It even When It surely leads to death. Yet these men are not my friends. For they throw me down on the ground, and they throw my friend down beside me. They make ready to kill us. What have we done that these strange warriors .hould treat us so, when the mighty Tashunca-uitco (Crazy Horse) would call us 'brothers,' and stretch out the left hand because his heart Is on that side? Tashunca-ultco does not see his friend. Two Knives Talking, and the other white man, who runs from the whites. His ears are closed, or he wvuld hear my voice when I sing the song made for Mato Tlpl-- 'Wakanyan make lo mato tlpl ca'--" he began singing. "In a sacred manner I am sitting at Bear lodge." 1 This voluble harangue, and the fact that there was none of the Ogalala who had not seen or heard of Scissors, staved off Immediate mutilation. Although deeply Impressed by Scissors' speech and songs the Indians did not release the white men. but held them flat on their backs and glared at them ferociously. "Why do white men call out to Tunkan and sing the Mato Tlpl song?" harshly demanded a man whose face was crossed by a scarcely healed wound, and whose arms and chest bore many welts--Wakantanka's receipts for vows fulfilled In various sun dances. "Are we Shoshonl and should we sing to the moon?" countered Scissors. "We come to Mato Tlpl to place stones to the dead. Then we would go to the camp of Crazy Horse. Now we are on our backs, looking up at the of the thunders." Tbe lender's visage coo tinned teres and unreleiitlng, yet he refrained from speaking tbe word that would precipitate tbe butchery. After ft minute of silence he sullenly said: "Little Big Man has no white brothers. A voice says the white men go to fight with Wlchakpayamanl (Threestars-- Crook's Sioux name). They go to help fight against the Dakota." "The voice lies," tersely corrected Scissors. "What is the medlcfai ea tbe hat of tbe white man?" "White men tried to kill him. They eey he sold a wagon of cartridges to the Cheyennes. He Is a friend of High Wolf, the Cheyenne medicineman." The dots of perspiration on Dlnsdale's face would have doubled had he understood this bold avowal. JSclssors knew his statement was a desperate gamble. The effect on the warriors was pronounced, although they betrayed nothing except to look more closely at the paper pictures on Dlnsdale's hat One of them plotted It up, and all quickly understood the story the pictures were meant to tell. The spirited action of the galloping -horses appealed to them. The horseman a few Inches ahead of the united strlnjp was Dlnsdale, of course. That ail should be Identically outline Impressed them as being very wukan. White men had sold metallic cartridges to the hostlles, and within a month a man had been caught with a wagon, filled with munitions, bound for a northern village. But If High Wol£ famous mystery man and wearer of a necklace of human fingers, should be within reach of a messenger the lie would be exposed offhand. One of the warriors called attention to the paper picture of the butte. Except those holding the prisoners to ground, all advanced to this and examined it carefully. The small mound of Tunkan stones, together with the outline, formed a combination that Little Big Man dared not trifle with. He talked aside will) a middle-aged warrior, then gave an order. One of the group produced a small mirror and ran Into the path leading up the butte. To Scissors the leader said: "Soon It will be known In Tashunca-ultco's camp at Slim Butte that Two Knives Talking and another white man are In our camp." The prisoners wgre Jerked to thelt feet, and no sooner were they erect than their hands were drawn behind them and fastened. Their horses were brought up and they were helped to mount. Little Big Man and the older warrior rode In the lead and struck off to the east of the butte and turned north. The entire party appeared to be liberally supplied with ammunition, the bows being intended for game where a gunshot might give an alarm. A brisk ride of twelve miles and the party was fording the strong muddy current of the Belle Fourche, where once the Cheyennes had raised their corn. On the north bank an hour's halt was made among the cotton woods to give the man with the mirror time to rejoin them. He came up at a handsome gallop and the journey was resumed. A few miles north of the river and on the head of Crow creek warriors and captives rode into s temporary camp. A dozen warriors rushed forward, shouting and brandishing their knives, as the prisoners were brought Into camp. Little Big Man shouted for several minutes In a stentorian voice. Scissors interpreted for Dlnsdale. The leader was telling of the capture and bragging mightily and demanding a new song be made for him. He talked Into an anti-climax when a camp warrior informed him that the signals from the butte had been caught and a message sent to Crazy Horse. Little Big Man ordered the white men to be placed in a lodge with their hands tied behind them and their bodies roped to the center pole. Suspended from a medicine pole beside the lodge was a strangled puppy, war medicine, Scissors explained. Hanging Inside the lodge was a cavalry guidon, and an officer's glove, proofs of this particular band's participation In the tight on the Little Big Horn. "Now what happens to us?" ssked Dlnsdale after they had been trussed up to the center pole and left alone. •"I'm wakan," doggedly replied Sclesors. "I've placed stones to Tunkan. *1 must get you out of this. When I say for you to go, you scoot! Don't wait for me. They'll never harm me. I'm a big mystery man. I know their dream songs, their war songs. I've listened to their council songs, snd I've sung their grass dance song I Little Big Man thinks he's got me in a hole becuuse I ran away. I went away to renew my medicine--Just one weak spot; Just one mistake. I'm sorry I said that about your being a friend to old High Wolf, the Cheyenne. Bahl He's up on the Little Missouri. Who's afraid? We are not" " "We'd better have chanced it with Easy's gang," muttered Dlnsdale. hom^ "It wooid hav* bees ever the qatcfcer," moodily retorted Scissors, fbea with a flare of hts oM egotism: mat rve spoken to Wakantanka. A man Is never down so long as he can hope. Crazy Horse thought a lot of my midl cine. Now look happy; some one Is coming." * Three men, bearing a kettle of meat entered the lodge. Dlnsdale remembered he had eaten nothing since morning, and despite bis serious predicament he vm v«ry hungry. Ths kettle gave off a savory odor. Two of the braves unloosed the thongs so the prisoners could bring their elbows to their sides and extend their hands forward. A bowl and a wooden spoon were given to each. For some minutes Dlnsdale Ate as U tmtstMd* then asked: "What Is Itr •Wild onion* T>olnsS «1tt 3dg." "I don't think rm hungry any more." "Washte-helo! (Very good.) If I'd said elk or deer you'd cotne for a second helping. Shows what language does for a man." And Scissors asked the brave tft dish up more of tbe stew. "Horse doesn't seem so bad, but dog--" muttered Dinsdale. The kettle was removed snd their arms were tightly pinioned. Scissors requested that the flap of the tent be The Hide Wss Pegged Down on a T| Layer of Clay. pulled back the full width. This allowed them to see what was going mi In front of the lodge Near the entrance two men were making shields of Inch-thick hide taken from a buffalo bull's neck. The hide was pegged down on a thin layer of clay and was then covered with burning coals. This process hardened It sufficiently to turn a lance point or a round bullet It was a striking Incongruity of the campaign, bows and arrows and shields by the side of magazine rifles and metallic'cartridges. Never again would the plains witness such • mingling of the old and tbe new. Little Big Man strolled to the opening of the lodge. He was smoking a beautiful pipe of red sandstone. Tbe bowl was Inlaid with silver and the long reed stem was artistically deeorated with feathers and quills. He offered the pipe to the sky and earth and to the cardinal points, but spoke no word to the prisoners. After waiting for a minute Scissors asked, "When can Two Knives Talking see his friend Crazy Horse?" Little Big Man smiled cynically and replied: "If Two Knives Talking is wakan enough he can untie himself and go to see his friend." It looks bad for Dinsdale and Scissors--who, by ths way, Is evidently crazy--like ft fox! Don't you think so? 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