KINGS OF MISSOURI HUGH PENDEXTER KINGS OF THE MISSOURI "Why don't you come to help me in ?" KINGS OF THE MISSOURI HUGH PENDEXTER KINGS OF THE MISSOURI nent danger of being trampled on in the darkness, still he felt immeasurably better as the blood cleared from his head. No attention was given him except as some man ran his fingers over his person to make sure the thongs were secure. Next the ponies were led to one side and the warriors threw themselves on the ground, and the camp became quiet. Lan- der worked at his bonds only to find the slightest movement brought a hand fumbling at the knots. As he persisted the edge of a knife was placed against his throat. After this threat he remained very quiet. Despite his fears and tortured posi- tion he dozed off at last, and when much commo- tion aroused him it was early morning and his captors were preparing to resume their journey. The expedition was in command of the Black- feet military organization, the Ikunuhkahtsi' — All Comrades — and the strictest obedience was given the orders of the leader. This man was short and thick-set, and wore several necklaces of grizzly- bear teeth. No attention was paid the prisoner until after the men had eaten. Then he was jerked to his feet and thrown astride a horse. Neither food nor water w^as offered him. IN THE MEDICINE LODGE 227 Once he had gazed about, his stomach revolted at the thought of food. Around the necks of several horses, and including his own mount, were tied the freshly severed hands and feet of Indians. The band had been in a fight with some of the plains tribes and were bringing home the trophies. The leader carried a tall lance, and tied to the top of this were several scalps. They rode due north toward the Gros Ventres Range, mak- ing for the heart of the mountains. Suffering horribly from thirst but not daring to ask for water, Lander clenched his teeth and stared straight ahead, trying to hold his head high that his gaze might escape the gruesome decorations around his pony's neck. Although he did not know it this bearing fav- orably impressed his captors, who interpreted it as the index of a high and haughty spirit. Had they realized it was due to a weak heart and faint stomach they probably would have slain him on the spot. At midday they halted at a waterhole and a warrior held up a leather bucket filled to the brim, and motioned for Lander to drink. As he eagerly accepted the invitation the bucket was placed upside down on his head. He fell from 228 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI his horse and nearly choked to death. The joke was hailed with much laughter. Desperate and only anxious to have it quickly over with^ Lander forgot to be afraid, and bow- ing his head he butted his tormentor in the face, smashing his nose and lips and hurling him into the hole. The savage scrambled out and came at him with drawn knife. The leader yelled an order and several braves seized the infuriated man and held him back. Then another warrior filled the bucket and allowed Lander to drink. In all his life he had never known such exquisite pleasure as when the ice-cold water filled his parched and feverish throat. Some jerked meat was next offered him, but he was unable to eat with his arms strapped to his sides. The leader again spoke, and his cramped limbs were released. He had thought it impossible to eat fresh bull-meat in Bridger's camp; now he made short work of long strings of tough, bark- like substance. As he bolted the leathery ration he discovered he could look on the ghastly tro- phies without feeling squeamish. He rode the whole afternoon without any great discomfort. Now that he had eaten and drunk IN THE MEDICINE LODGE 229 he began to scheme to escape. They had deprived him of his rifle and belt, the latter containing- a short skinning-knife. But they had not thought to remove his boots, and Papa Clair's long gift blade still reposed in its scabbard. The day's journey terminated once the band had passed through a narrow canon and had entered a circular pocket several miles in diame- ter. Here seemed to be a permanent camp, pos- sibly the advance of the main body of the Three Tetons, seeking small bands of trappers before returning to the home country at the sources of the Missouri. That they had no fears of surprise attacks was shown by their relaxation once they came up to the skin tents, where the women rushed out to greet them. The scalps were given to the squaws to dance and trample upon. The trophies were removed from the horses and elevated upon lances and poles and became centers of much derisive atten- tion. The squaws attempted to get at Lander but were bundled aside by the men. He was uncere- moniously thrown to the ground and pegged out in spread-eagle fashion. After the kettles of meat had cooked^ two war- riors released his arms and allowed him to sit 230 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI up to eat. He found the meat tender and sav- ory despite the lack of salt. Suddenly become a fatalist, he decided he would die on a full stomach, and quickly devoured a large quantity. He was allowed to drink, then was thrown and pegged out. While sitting up he had gained a glimpse of the camp and saw it was a large one. The leather tents were uniform in size and pattern. Directly behind him, and so near he could almost touch it with his outstretched hand^ was an unusually large lodge, oblong in shape. Night came abruptly to the pocket. Numerous small fires were lighted. Lander was watching the silhouettes pass between him and the fires when he was startled to hear a voice near his head sigh, "Alas, m'sieur "Papa Clair!" he softly ejaculated. "Baptiste Gardepied — talk French?" Lander eagerly asked in French, "'What will they do with me, M'sieu Gardepied?" "To-morrow. It will be very sad and cniel. May the Old Man give you strength." "But you are not an Indian. What do you do here? Where are you?" "I am in the big medicine-lodge. My mother IN THE MEDICINE LODGE 231 was an Arapaho, my father a French trader. The Arapahoes are friends to the Blackfeet. I mar- ried a Blackfoot woman. I have worked at Fort Union, but came here when Deschamps and his rascal sons said they would kill me. "The Blackfeet say it was Deschamps who brought them down on you. He met one of their scouts and said he would make a smoke signal to show your camp." "Deschamps ? He betrayed me to the Indians ? He was guiding Malcom Phinny " "Ah, M'sieii Phinny ! He is one bad one. He is now at Fort Union, but he brought much news of Bridger. The A. F. C. do not like M'sieu Bridger's way of getting the beaver. If I were M'sieu Bridger I would never walk ahead of a Deschamps or a Rem." "But if Deschamps betrayed me, then Phinny betrayed me," gasped Lander. "But why not ? Does M'sieu Phinny love you ? When he came to Fort Union he was quick to get thick with Deschamps. It Is said he will marry one of the old man's wildcat daughters when he returns to the fort." "You must get me out of this," gritted Lander. "It is my life if they know I cut your cords. It 232 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI may be death if they knew I was in the medicine- tent. Not even the warriors dare come in here where they keep the sacred bundles. And if I cut you free you will be taken again." "I have a knife in my boot. I know how to use it. I can die fighting and not at the hands of a squaw/' ''PsstI Be quiet — some one comes." Lander saw the figure approaching from one of the fires. The man dropped at his side and examined his bonds and made sure the pegs were holding. Then he rose and with a guttural excla- mation struck the prisoner in the face. He hesi- tated after the blow, muttered fiercely, then turned back to the fire. "Curse him!" panted Ilander through his bloody lips. "He says you broke his nose/' whispered Gar- depied. "And — well, we shall see what we shall see. It will be better to die fighting, of course. Oh, much better!" "What else did he say?" demanded Uander. "He spoke of the green rawhide torture. As it dries it shrinks and holds like iron. They fasten the stone heads on their war-clubs with it. It is all too cruel to talk about. I am part Arapaho IN THE MEDICINE LODGE 233 — I marry a Blackfoot woman. But I remember I am half white. "Yes, it is much better for you to die fighting, m'sieu. The white blood in me says I must give you that chance." "Then in God's mercy cut these cords/' panted . Lander, beginning a useless struggle. "What would you have? Death now? Wait a bit. I must leave the medicine-tent and go to the fire and show myself and then go to my lodge. They will think I have turned in for the night. "Then I will come back and reach from under the flap of the tent and cut your arms free. I can not reach your legs, but you say you have a knife. Use it, and make for the hole through the hills. I fear you will not get far, but know- ing what I know, you will have much to thank Baptiste Gardepied for when you go down fighting." "Do not fail me," mumbled Lander. The breed no longer talked and Lander knew the medicine-lodge was empty. He closed his eyes and fell to thinking of Susette. Then came thoughts of Papa Clair, his friend; of Jim Bridger, generous and kind. 234 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI It was all clear to him now. Phinny had played him false, and had planned to do so from the start. Porker was in the scheme, and Phinny had killed him to prevent his tattling the truth. Deschamps had joined the three white men and it was his hand that had reached from the bushes and struck Lander senseless. They had left him tied in the trail for the Blackfeet to find and kill by inches. The groups about the fires sang and danced, or listened to some warrior reciting his coups. None of the squaws ventured near the prisoner ; he was being saved for the morrow's sport. At regtilar intervals a brave would examine his bonds. He waited more than an hour for Gardepied to return; then exhaustion overcame him and he dozed. He was always conscious of the thongs tugging at his arms and legs, and yet he slept and woke up and slept again. After one troubled nap he opened his eyes and realized he had slumbered for some time. Gray mists were rising from the pocket, and the tops of the western peaks were reflecting the first lights of dawn. With terrible dismay he realized the night had passed and that Gardepied had not given him his chance to die fighting. IN THE MEDICINE LODGE 235 He rolled his head in hope of glimpsing the form of the breed stealthily making a belated approach. With the exception of a dozen guards, who sat muffled in their blankets, the camp still slept. As Lander rolled his head from side to side he was obsessed by the absurd fancy that a bush moved a few feet. He knew this was his imagina- tion, yet he marked the position of the bush well before glancing to the opposite side. Once more he saw a bush glide ahead. The miracle had happened on his right and left. He darted his gaze back to the first bush, and most surely it was advancing, or else he was out of his head. Not only that but bushes throughout the level floor of the pocket were shifting their positions. One of the guards let his blanket fall to his loins and stared earnestly over the eastern side of the pocket. It was as if he had sensed danger. As the chill of early morning struck home he gathered the blanket about him and by degrees his head sank on his chest again. Lander thrilled in anticipation of something about to happen. The floor of the pocket was dotted with isolated clumps of bushes and those 2z(> KINGS OF THE MISSOURI growing" singly. On both the west and east the miracle was being repeated and bushes advanced closer about the camp circle. It came as soft as the murmuring of the morn- ing breeze. Lander shook his head to show he was awake. "Do not move when I cut the thong," came the warning. Then the horrible drag on his right arm ceased, and he no longer felt as if it were being pulled from the socket. And, oh, the luxury of feeling it relax — of feeling the blood prickling through the veins to revive the benumbed hand ! It required all his will power to refrain from flex- ing the muscles and hugging the outraged limb to his side. But the guard was out of his blanket again and staring curiously over the plain. It seemed ages before he slipped back into his blanket. Then the heavenly relaxation of his left arm marked the completion of Gardepied's charity, or response to the call of his white blood. Working his fingers until he had ousted the prickly sensation, Lander darted his right hand to his boot and pulled his knife. Rising and bend- The bushes move!" gasped the breed. IN THE MEDICINE LODGE 237 ing half double, he slashed twice and la}r back, his legs free. "Napi, the Old Man, help tis! The bushes move!" gasped the voice of the breed. A guard rose up, threw aside his blanket and stared sharply over the plain. Something caught his attention and he bent forward to scrutinize it more closely. He straightened and threw back his head, but the streak through the air, beginning at the near- est bush and ending in his throat, permitted only a gasping, gurgling cry to escape his lips. How- ever, another guard saw him fall with the arrow through his neck and yelled an alarm. Instantly the bushes rose in the air, revealing human forms beneath them — ^warriors with bushes tied to their heads. A cloud of arrows hissed into camp and stung the sleepers, biting several to death; and the hoarse war-cry of the Crows completed the camp's dismay. On the west side of the pocket commenced the same mode of attack^ while down at the mouth of the narrow canon sounded the loud battle yell of white men. With a backward squirm Lander gained the side of the medicine-lodge and raising a flap rolled inside. He heard a noise on the opposite 238 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI side of the lodge, but could see nothing as the interior of the place was piled high with packs. Passing round the barrier he saw a flap fall in place, and peering out beheld the breed running north and away from the fighting. Returning to the south side of tTie lodge, Lan- der cut a slit in the wall and beheld the camp in an uproar. The surprise attack had for a few minutes thrown the Blackfeet into a panic. Now they were recovering their morale. Some rushed to gather in the horses, but were beaten back by many arrows. On both sides the Crows began to increase the pressure. The Blackfeet in two long lines faced in two directions. Their chief rode up and down between the lines, exhorting his men to- die like warriors. The squaws, very demons, rushed back and forth, bringing fresh quivers, or darting out and dragging their wounded tribesmen inside the lines. The Crows were now on the ground, still masked by the bushes. The Blackfeet ceased to fall back. One line suddenly rushed ahead, and Lander's heart jumped violently as he beheld the front of the bushes drawing back. But before the Blackfeet could score any advantage a flying IN THE MEDICINE LODGE 239 mass of trappers struck the tips of the double Hues, their rifles and pistols reechoing viciously. Some of the squaws managed to bring up a few horses at the risk of their lives, and warriors mounted these and rode down to slow up the advance of the whites. One old hag with her gray hair streaming in the morning breeze remem- bered the prisoner, and with eldritch shrieks darted around the medicine-lodge with a knife in her^ skinny hand and dropped on her knees and raised the blade. She stared at the empty ground stupidly, then cried out with such malignant intensity as to make Lander's blood curdle. Other women rushed up. Lander passed to the other side of the tent, thinking to escape, but found the Blackfeet in retreating had cut him off. The big lodge occupied the middle of the battle- ground and was now entirely surrounded. Turn- ing to the packs and working with desperate vigor, Lander rearranged them in a high breast- work around him. As he finished the barricade the lodge coverings began to vanish as mounted horsemen paused long enough to salvage the sacred hides. An Indian with a swollen nose glimpsed Lan- der's head disappearing behind the packs, and 240 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI with a howl of fury dimbed up the barrier, a war- ax in his hand. For a few seconds the brave en- dured the white man's masterly knife-play, chop- ping ineffectively, then went down at the foot of the barricade and dreamed no more of battle. Others of the Blackfeet had witnessed the brief duel, but there was none who had time to attack the prisoner. Now that his hiding-place was dis- covered Lander recklessly showed himself and waved his arms and yelled: "Papa Clair! Jim Bridger! Jim Baker!" "God is good !'* cried Papa Clair, swerving his horse between two bucks and making for the stack of packs. He rode with the reins in his teeth, almost with his knees in the saddle, a knife in each hand. And as he pressed forward he leaned far to right and left, his terrible knives etching a red trail. Emboldened by the coming of the whites, the Crows threw aside their head-coverings of bushes and advanced more boldly. The Blackfeet were now awake to their danger and fought a vicious rear-guard action. Their chief was among the last to fall back. He kept taunting his enemies^ and as his words were heard the Crows slightly lessened the impetuosity of their advance. IN THE MEDICINE LODGE 241 Papa Clair leaped from his horse, joined Lan- der behind the packs and interpreted : "The chief is telling us that there are eight hundred Black- feet a short distance north of here, that they will soon come and give tis all the fight we want." "This crowd is licked!" joyously; cried Lan- der, hardly able to realize the sudden change in his fortunes. "They're falling back in good order," corrected Papa Clair. "They even took the hide coverings of this, their medicine-lodge. By this time they've seen we have only, thirty white men and that our Crows are losing stomach. We can't drive them far. Ah, hear the Crows ! They've found the feet and hands of their people. The Blackfeet sur- prised a small party of Black Arrow's scouts and cut off their limbs. The Crows were on the trail when we overtook them. • ^'M'sieu Phinny and Deschamps brought us word of being attacked ; of you and Porker being killed. M'sieii Baker had just come from the Snake camp. We came with what force we had." "Where's Phinny and Deschamps?" asked Lander. "Eh ? Who knows ? I gave them no thought once we got word you were killed." Chapter X AT FORT UNION BRIDGER galloped up and silently wrung Lander by the hand. Jim Baker, intoxi- cated with joy, waved a big knife and yelled for Lander to catch a horse and join in the pursuit. But Bridger began shouting : "We must turn back. There is a large party of Blackfeet near here. The old chief did not lie. We've got our man. Round up their horses. Land of hfe! What's these packs?" For the first time he noticed the nature of Lander's barricade. Lander explained : "I think they're the forty packs the Blackfeet took from Ferguson, the H. B. man. If he is here he can tell them." "I'm glad to say he isn't here," said Bridger. He quickly examined a pack and announced: "The H. B. pelts sure enough. Ferguson's mark is on 'em. Rustle for horses, boys; we'll 242 AT FORT UNION 243 use the mules for packing these to camp. Papa Clair, you and Lander see to loading them. I must crowd the fighting a little more. Git after 'em, Jim Baker. Give 'em their needin's, men. Take the fight out of them. We must have time to load forty packs of prime beaver." "Ain't that younker's medicine all , Jim?" bawled Baker as he dashed away to force the fighting. Under Papa Clair's direction Lander and a score of Crows rounded up what horses were not yet captured. The Crows had left their own ani- mals outside the pocket, and now once more in the saddle they attacked the retreating enemy more confidently, their big bows twanging out the death sentence. And as they formed in a long line across the pocket the trappers fell back and exchanged their mules for ponies. As fast as the mules were brought to him Papa Clair superintended the loading of them — two hundred pounds to each animal — and worked as serenely as he would have in the big camp. In short time the cavalcade began retiring toward the cafion ; the trappers coming next with a screen of Crows to discourage counter-attacks. The Blackfeet had lost virtually all their stock 244 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI and were poorly situated for taking* the offensive. Bridger called out to Black Arrow that he and his braves should have the bulk of the horses, but the chief seemed more interested in securing the poles of the medicine-lodge. The poles were lashed to ponies in form of a travois and on them was piled a miscellany of camp equipment. Jim Baker viewed the poles with considerable rever- ence and confided to Lander they were better medicine than all the horses and pelts. The escape from the pocket was made without any confusion, but once the mules were through the narrow opening the Blackfeet made a vigor- ous charge, knowing the Crows must pass through the exit in a mass. Bridger wheeled about and led his mounted riflemen in a wild charge, and scattered and drove the enemy to the end of the pocket. This time the Blackfeet decided they had had enough of fighting and contented themselves with climbing the surrounding heights and mak- ing many smoke signals. Since taking refuge in the medi'cine-lodge Lan- der had seen nothing of Gardepied. None of the trappers had seen him during the fight. Once back on the Green the horses were given to the Crows after Bridger had taken one for each of [A.T FORT UNION 245 his men. As there were some three hundred ani- mals, all in prime condition, the Crows' sorrow over the fate of their tribesmen was somewhat assuaged. "You shall receive something worth while from the sale of the beaver," Bridger informed Lander. "Good lord! I'm satisfied with receiving my; life back,'* shuddered Lander. "I shall never! forget the women. They were terrible." "Leave it to me to fix the terms. An' speak- ing of women^ when a man marries he likes to have something besides high hopes. Wq must show our heels a bit faster, boys." "You think they'll be following us?" asked Lander anxiously, thinking of the chief's threat to bring eight hundred men. "They'll follow when they can. What worries me is two white men — not the Black foot nation. I don't like the notion of having left Phinny and Ferguson in camp together." As they rode down the river Lander related his experience to Bridger and insisted Phinny and Porker had planned his death. "Don't doubt it," coolly agreed Bridger. "But Porker's dead an' we can't prove anything on Phinny. Treat him just as if you didn't suspect 245 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI nothing. Time enough to pay him up after we git these packs to St Louis." When the band arrived at the rendezvous they found the Snakes and Nez Perces had flocked in to fight their anci'ent enemy if necessaiy. Phinny and Ferguson had departed. They had traded with Nez Perces for some crippled ponies and some mules and had packed the buffalo-robes on these. They had started for Fort Union, having hired a score of the Nez Perces to act as body-guard until in the heart of the Crow country. With the Nez Perces supplementing the Indians and breeds Phinny had brought with him, he would stand in no danger of an attack unless he encounted an overwhelming force. The fact that Ferguson had gone wi'th Phinny was very disquieting to Bridger. He immediately called Baker, Papa Clair, Long Simons and Lan- der to his tent and tersely explained the situation. In conclusion he said: "Ferguson has gone back on his bargain to winter in the Crow country for the Rocky Moun- tain Fur Company. Phinny has offered him a good position with the A. F. C. "Ferguson will be sure to tell McKenzie how [AT FORT UNION 247 he lost his furs to the Blackfeet and o£ his deal with me. McKenzie has an old man, Jake Ber- ger, for a hunter. Berger used to work for the H. B. at their North Saskatchewan post — Fort of the Prairie. He got well acquainted with the Blackfeet, who carried their trade there. He is the one white man on the Missouri that can go to the butcher-shop and stand a chance of bring- ing his hair home. "McKenzie will be sure to send him up the Missouri to dicker for the forty packs. As soon as Berger strikes any Blackfeet he'll learn about this fight and the loss of the packs. "Now this is what we must do : I must reach Fort Union and buy a keelboat and have it ready for a flying start from the mouth of the Yaller- stone before McKenzie can hear we captured the packs. So I will go ahead with Eander. As we shall go down the Big Horn we'll have the Crows for company most of the trip. "Papa Clair with a dozen men will bring the pack mules through the mountains to the Big Horn, where he will make bull-boats and fetch the packs down to the Yallerstone by water. He must arrive at night so's he can hide up the boats if I ain't all ready with the keelboat. When he 248 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI takes to the water Long Simons will bring" the mules hack here. *'Baker will stay here and split the men into small bands and send them to their beaver grounds. Once I git the packs into a keelboat I'm off for Fort Pierre, where I'll turn 'em over to Etienne Prevost to take down to St. Louis. "Lander will go with Prevost, an' I shall come back here. I've made a square deal for the packs an' I'm going to take the profit. Now, Lander, pick a good horse while I have a talk with Black Arrow." Half an hour later Bridger and Lander, escorted by a band of Crows, started for the Mis- souri. Bridger allowed himself twelve days for making the Big Horn. Traversing South Path they struck the Sweetwater but followed it only for a short distance before striking off for Wind River, an upper reach of the Big Horn above the mouth of the Popo-agie. They were now in the Crow country and did not have much fear of being molested. Follow- ing down the Big Horn Valley they saw no Indians except those of their party until within one day's journey of the Yellowstone, when they came upon four hundred lodges of Crows. AT FORT UNION 249 Black Arrow insisted they tarry and have a feast. He was very keen for his tribesmen to witness Medicine Knife's dexterity. But Bridger did not dare to pause for fear of arriving at Fort Union after Berger had brought news of the fight and packs to Kenneth McKenzie. Some of the leading men showed a disposition to prevent Bridger from proceeding, and began to act ugly. But Black Arrow was a man of influence, and when his men had displayed their wealth of Blackfeet scalps and told how many horses and scalps were to arrive^ the white men were allowed to go on. Bridger had expected Black Arrow to keep with him to the mouth of the Yellowstone, but the chief could not resist the temptation to cross to the village and participate in the great victory dance. In return for many trade goods to be delivered later the chief promised that none of his people would interfere with Papa Clair and his beaver packs. Bridger nearly exhausted his companions in the short dash for the Yellowstone. He feared lest the Crows attempt some mischief, not vio- lence but the theft of their weapons or horses. However, nothing occurred to disturb them, and 250 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI except for their haste Lander would have enjoyed the trip immensely. The valley teemed with game and the traveling was easy. Reaching the confluence of the Big Horn and YeIk>wstone, Bridger chose the south, or right, bank, and without any unusual incidents pressed on until he had crossed the Rosebud and Tongue, when he passed to the north side of the river. "What would happen if the Fort Union outfit learned we had the H. B. packs?" asked Lander on the last day of their trip. Bridger chuckled grimly and replied : "We wouldn't have 'em long if Kenneth McKenzie could help it. An' he's the king up here. He'd never let forty packs of prime beaver slip through his hands like that. He'd buy 'em, or take 'em. "He'd show a paper from Ferguson, naming him, agent for the H. B. He'd show a paper saying as how he had bought all title to 'em, with Ferguson signing it as the H. B.'s representative. If we held out he'd charge us with stealing 'em an' lock us up until the beaver was under lock an' key, or on the way down-river. "If we went into court in St. Louis an' proved AT FORT UNION 251 our claim the A. F. C. would pay the price, minus the H. B.'s ten per cent. The A. F. C. has more power up here with the Injuns than the govern- ment has. So we must git the keelboat an' load it an' be off down-river the minute the packs come along. ''Don't you open your meat-trap while at the fort. Keep shet. Above all things don't start a row with Phinny. Warm up to him an' tell how glad you be he escaped. "Don't wander away from the fort where old Deschamps can git a crack at you. I'll do all the talking, an' I won't seem to be in a hurry or look fussed up any. Kenneth McKenzie is a mighty hard man to fool." By late afternoon they made the mouth of the Yellowstone. The channel was narrow and the water was low and they had no trouble in swim- ming their horses across to the north side of the Missouri. As they rode up the bank and came in sight of the solid pretentious structure of Fort Union, more persistently and intimately con- nected with the fur trade than any other post, Bridger whimsically remarked : "You're almost eighteen hundred channel miles from the little lady in St. Louis, an* whether you 252 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI see her soon or go back to the mountains depends on how strong your medicine works for you while we're up there." He pointed to the fort as he spoke. And even to Lander, fresh from St. Louis, the fort seemed to reflect the indomitable will and iron power of the mighty American Fur Company, against which all opposition was waged and which was to destroy or absorb all opponents. The stockade measured more than two hundred feet on a side, with the bastions at the southwest and northeast corners. These bastions were houses thirty feet in height, built of stone with the lower story pierced for cannon, and with a balcony around the upper story for the purpose of observation. The two travelers saw men on the northeast balcony, presumably watching them, for one hastily disappeared as if to announce their coming. Bridger gravely watched the lone man on the balcony for a few moments; then with a shrug of the shoulders he assumed his careless, good- natured and devil-may-care expression and rode for the single gate. An engage was on the point of closing this, but waited until they had entered. In the middle of the huge square stood a sev- AT FORT UNION 253 enty-foot flagstaff, and beside it were two cannon trained to cover the entrance. Surrounding the staff were the leather tents of the half-breed employees. At the rear of the square and facing the entrance stood the two-story house of Ken- neth McKenzie, first king of the Missouri and the greatest bourgeois the A. F. C. ever had. The house, like the other buildings inside the enclosure, was built of cottonwood. It boasted glass windows. Lander blinked in surprise. He had heard much about Fort Union in St. Louis, but was never able to draw an accurate line between fact and fiction. The powder-magazine, built of cut stone and having a capacity — as Bridger afterward informed him — of fifty thous- and pounds, also increased his respect for his for- mer employer. There were well-equipped shops for the smith and carpenter and other workmen. There was an atmosphere of stability about the place. No wonder the Indians were slow to shift their alle- giance to the flimsy post erected by the opposi- tion, who in the river argot were known as one- winter-house traders. *T'm Jim Bridger. I want to see Mr. McKen- zie," Bridger told the engage. 254 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI "He is sitting- down to supper, Mr. Bri'dger. Places liave been laid for you," said the engage. He called a breed to take care of the horses and led the way inside the fort Here again the travelers found all the conve- niences they would expect in the average inn back in civilization. As they were leaving the wash- room the man joined them with two black coats, and apologetically informed: "Mr. McKenzie's rule that every one shall wear a coat at the table, Mr. Bridger. I haven't any doubt but what he would let the rule go hang in your case^ but if you don't mind slipping this on " "We'll be glad to wear 'em," cheerfully inter- rupted Bridger. They were then conducted to the long room where McKenzie and his staff had their meals. McKenzie left the head of the table and greeted Bridger warmly. He spared a nod for Lander, but retaining Bridger's hand exclaimed : "If I'd had any notion it was you, Mr. Bridger, I should have rode to the river to meet you. Sit here at my right. Let the young man find a place among the clerks," and he pointed to the foot of the table. :^T FORT UNION 255 Here was a greater caste distinction than Lan- der would have experienced in any household in St. Louis. The men were seated according to the rank of their occupation, and Susette's lover found himself decidedly below the salt and in the company of several harum-scarum youngsters going through their probation. McKenzie was dressed in the St. Louis mode, and there was nothing in his carefully groomed and well-garbed appearance that could suggest the eighteen hundred miles between him and a civilized table. It would be several years before there would be even a rough settlement of whites above Independence. What made an instant appeal to Lander and caused him to forget he was treated as being at par with the least of the staff was sight of the food. There were platters heaped high with tender, fat buffalo-meat. There were dishes of game birds and plenty of fresh butter, cream and milk. However, and this was the only suggestion of stinting, there were only two biscuits at a plate. For although Fort Union might for a time run its own distillery in defiance of the law its bread ration remained something of a problem. To add 256 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI the final glamour to the feast was the snow-white cloth covering the table and the two colored men in white jackets serving" as waiters. From the low chatter of his immediate neigh- bors Lander learned more details of how McKen- zie played* the dictator on the Upper Missouri. Being fond of lingering over his wine he went to bed late. It was late when he arose, and, worst of all, no one could have breakfast until he was up and ready to be served. So the morning meal was seldom eaten earlier than nine o'clock. From the clerks' babbling Lander deduced that Phinny had never mentioned him at the fort. He was glad of this. He casually spoke of seeing Phinny at the rendezvous and was elated and much surprised to be informed that his old enemy had not yet returned from Green River. To get there ahead of Phinny impressed him as being the best of luck. He talked shop with the young men and learned that the early fall was the time for the jerked meat and tallow trade, the Indians taking hardly anything but liquor for this trade. "But wait till old Berger fixes things with the Blackfeet," said one clerk. "Chief Good-Woman used to know him on the Saskatchewan and Ber- AT FORT UNION 257 ger's up there now, somewheres on the Marias. Berger's to be paid eight hundred dollars a year if he gets the Blackfeet to consent to our building a trading post on the Marias. "You were lucky to get here without being robbed. A canoe band of Assiniboins, worst of that tribe and greatest thieves ever lived, started for the Crow county to steal horses. Don't see how you missed them." But Lander was now all ears for the upper end of the table. McKenzie was saying: "Mr. Bridger, here at Union alone last win- ter we made four hundred and sixty packs of robes, and other peltries in proportion. Our out- posts sent in thirty-five hundred pounds of pow- dered buffalo-meat and three thousand pounds of dried. Our run of fox was remarkable. Lamont and his men alone brought us forty-two hundred buffalo-robes from up-river." Bridger kept on eating and nodded in approval. At last he took time to say : "Fine if any one goes in for robes. I never bother with 'em. I sold your young man quite a few packs. Took his order on St. Louis for 'em. Don't see him here." McKenzie looked surprised and asked to see 258 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI the order. Bridger produced it and the nabob of the river read it carefully; then gravely informed : "Perfectly correct, Mr. Bridger. I gave him authority to draw orders on St. Louis in case a man isn't coming here. Had he known you were coming to Fort Union he would have left the order for me to draw. "I'm glad to have you turn the robes in to us. We deal in a big way. I'll get ten thousand robes from the Blackfeet next season. "When I sent A. J. Tulloch to the Crows I told him to get them into the habit of trading — to trade them for anything they had. He went to the Yellowstone and some of his men were killed by a war-party of Blackfeet while they were chopping wood. "He stuck and traded the Crows. His first returns made our men here laugh until they were sick. Hardly anything but elk and deer horns. Yet his trade on the whole was profitable because the A. F. C. can handle anything. That's why the Indians like us; we'll trade for anything they've got." "Phinny isn't here." "You must have passed him. Probably he was AT FORT UNION 259 resting" at the Crow village and arranging* for the winter trade. I'm glad to get the robes. Any time you have any we'll take them." "I don't care to bother with 'em/' Bridger care- lessly assured. "All I'm after is beaver." "We do quite a bit with beaver, and we shall do more. My man, Jacob Berger, is up visiting the Piegans. They're the best beaver-hunters among the Blackfeet, and as the opposition hasn't taken all the beaver above Milk River I'm expect- ing rather good returns from there." **When does Berger git back ?" "Any time now." "You'll be the first to git into their good feelings," said Bridger with a genial smile. "By the way, do you happen to have a keelboat in your chantier (navy yard) ? I'd like to buy it if you have. I'll give a St. Louis order for it. It'll help cancel my order on you." "Our chantier is twenty-five miles up-river, you know," slowly replied McKenzIe, trying to imagine why Bridger, arriving without packs, should want a keelboat. "I don't know just what we have there, or what condition it may be in. I might be willing to sell one. Of course we have use for all our 26o KINGS OF THE MISSOURI boats, but rd like to oblige you, as you'll some time be working for the A. F. C. Yes, Mr. Brid- ger, I'd go out of my way to oblige you." "Mighty handsome of you," declared Bridger, spearing a half-pound piece of meat. "IVe got one down at Fort Pierre. Seeing as how I must go down-river I thought I'd take it there to be loaded with any packs we may be sending across- country. We usually pack 'em into St. Louis on our mules. Etienne Prevost is there at Pierre waiting for me. **0f course he can make bull-boats if it comes to a pinch. An' then again we mayn't need another boat. But I'd like to feel sure. Can use it anyway." **Why not come in with us?" bluntly asked McKenzie. "Mebbe I will. I'm hitched up pretty tight just now, but with no settled posts to hold us together I may be free before next season. Mighty nice place you got here." "I pride myself on it, sir. We do not chase the Indians. They must bring their hunt to us. They fight among themselves but they never bother us. Big war-parties are always coming here. Sometimes they meet and fight outside. AT FORT UNION 261 Sometimes they send word for us to keep in the fort so we won't be hurt. "Old Gauche, the most feared and best obeyed chief of the Assiniboins for forty years, stopped here yesterday on his way from down-river where he went to put a fight on the Aricaras. His med- icine must have lied to him as he was soundly whipped. He's had enough fighting for a while and promised to bring me in two hundred robes. "Rather easy way to get trade, eh? Very comfortable quarters. Annual steamer bringing supplies and those little things it's hard to get when living off a mule's back." And he illustrated his meaning by tapping the bottle of wine that stood between them. Then reflectively : "If you care to ride up to the chamtier and see what we have for a boat I think we could arrange it." "Mebbe I will to-morrow or next day," said Bridger. "There are three there, I believe. Take any one." "That's very kind of you." Chapter XI THE DESCHAMPS CLAN A FTER supper Bridger walked about and ^ ^ inspected the fort and admired its arrange- ment, and visited McKenzie*s home and ex- pressed a proper amount of appreciation. Mc- Kenzie was determined to overwhelm him with the comforts and resources of the place, and all the time Bridger was burning with impatience to be off up-river to the chantier. If one of the boats was what he wanted he intended to get it down to the mouth of the Yellowstone and a few miles up that stream, and hide it until Papa Clair came along with the packs. To get the rich prize out of the country he knew the loading and start must be worked with- out a hitch. Not only might Phinny arrive at any moment, having learned the truth of the beaver packs from the Crows, but Berger was hourly expected, and he would be sure to know. But 262 THE DESCHAMPS CLAN 263 there was no suggestion of impatience or worry in Bridger's genial bearing. McKenzie excused himself to attend to some routine matter and Bridger lounged up to Lander and without looking at him muttered : "Sound the clerks about the boats at the chantier — number and condition. He says there are three there. We can have our pick. At first I thought he was going to refuse — suddenly gave in — signs look bad. Wait for me if you have to keep awake all night. Tve got to set up with him and a bottle." Until deep into the night Bridger listened to McKenzie's invitations to join the A. F. C. and his boastings of the company's remarkable suc- cess. If ever a man was licensed to feel proud from a trader's view-point of his success in the fur trade, it was Kenneth McKenzie. How far he would have gone without the back- ing of the all-powerful company is another ques- tion. He was preeminently a trading-post man. It is doubtful if he could have plunged into the heart of an unknown country and attained the success that Bridger repeatedly scored. Of the two men Bridger's life and efforts have been of vastly more value to posterity. McKenzie 264 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI was a superlative trader. Bridger was an excel- lent trader, a great explorer and a born topog- rapher. As a hunter, trapper and guide he had few equals. In the last capacity Fate was drilling him for a most important task with Johnston's army in '57 and the Indian campaign of *6^-66. McKenzie built exclusively for the advance- ment of the American Fur Company. Bridger built for the mighty hosts of humanity about to break loose across the plains and through the Rockies. The mountain man listened gravely, never once mentioning the keelboat. McKenzie further to influence him quoted at length from his records of the huge number of fox, white hare, badger, white wolf, swanskins and dressed cowskins, in addition to the staple beaver and robes, the post handled every year. "Mr. Bridger," he solemnly declared as he fin- ished his display of records. "I'll promise you that you shall be made the head of a new depart- ment — ^bourgeois of the Rocky Mountain outfit of the A. F. C. with headquarters on Green River — at a salary of five thousand a year and a suit- ble percentage of the profits. There, sir! That is a proposition that I couldn't make with head- THE DESCHAMPS CLAN 265 quarters' consent to any other man in the mountains." "It's a good offer," mused Bridger, "providing the percentage is all right. Not that there ain't a dozen men who can handle the work just as well as me. As I've said it all depends on the per- centage, when you come to figuring its real value. Beaver won't always last. Big fortunes is to be made in it now, and I know beaver. But I'm much obliged for the offer. I'll chew it over on my way down-river." "Think about it to-night," urged McKenzIe. "And remember I never lie when I want a man — I tell him the blunt truth." "Of course — makes a feller mad to find out some one has been lying to him. No sense in it. Now I'll turn in." He proceeded to the room set apart for them and found Lander fully dressed and sound asleep. It was obvious he had tried to keep awake to make his report. Bridger shook him out of his slum- ber and softly asked : "What do the clerks say about the boats at the chantier^^ Lander blinked owlishly at the door and sur- prised his friend by stealing to it and glancing 266 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI out into the hall. Stumbling back to Bridger he whispered : "It's derned queer. Overheard it by chance when two of the clerks got to cussing their luck. When McKenzie left you it was to tell the clerks to take men and ride up to the chantier and bring down two keelboats and leave them on the north bank of the river, five miles above here. They started at once. "From another clerk I found out there were three boats there just as he said, but one's so smashed up it's beyond repair. It's the smashed- up one we'll find." "Which is darned poor listening," growled Bridger. "We must start early in the morning. He told me to take my pick of the boats up there. I'll do it! An' he said he never lied to a man when he wanted him. "One thing's sartain ; if we don't git a keelboat we'll trust to luck with the bull-boats. If we have to do that I'll be mighty sorry we didn't make for the Platte an' its shallow water. But I did want to go this way so's I could turn the packs over to Prevost an' git back to the mountains. Mebbe our medicine will work for us. Who knows ?" Only the horse-herders were astir when Brid- THE DESCHAMPS CLAN 267 ger aroused Lander from his unfinished slumbers. Lander sleepily repaired to the square and found his horse saddled and waiting-. Bridger whistled and his own animal was brought from the shed. "We'll start at once and eat a bite as we ride/* said Bridger, swinging into the saddle. "I've raided the cook and have a saddle-bag filled with provender. Don't try to talk until we get clear of the fort." And he glanced up at the bastion as if expecting to behold McKenzie on the balcony. The river bank was shrouded in the early morning mists and at a distance of a few hundred yards the fort became half-lost to view, the stock- ade entirely blotted out. "McKenzie thinks there is some game being played," tersely broke out Bridger. "He wants to be mighty nice for he wants to git me into the A. F. C. But the keelboat sticks in his crop. He ain't made up his mind just what he'll do. "To git time to think he sends men on the sly to fetch away any boat that'll hold water an' leave the bu'sted one. This makes it safe for him to tell me I can have my pick of boats up there. "I'll come back with a talk that the boat ain't no good. He'll be surprised an' talk to the clerk. All of this will take time. An' it'll give him 268 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI room to do some thinking. He ain't satisfied about me coming here. "When we git back from the chantier it's most likely he'll take a whirl at asking you questions. You won't know nothing, of course. Our danger is that Phinny or Jake Berger will come along before we quit wasting time — or worse still, that Papa Clair may come down the Yellowstone in his bull-boats an' be seen by some of the engages. Lordy, that would be a mess !" "Phinny may be quitting the Crow village just as Papa Clair comes along," suggested Lander. "If you was a Injun you'd stick pine splinters into a prisoner an' light 'em before burning him at the stake," grinned Bridger. "Now keep shet while I look at the trail." The sun was burning away the mists, and the trail they were following was broad and ancient. From immemorial times the buffalo had followed it; the Indians had followed it. It offered no information to Lander — ^no more than would a pavement of rock. To Bridger it babbled with many voices. The best plainsmen of his day said never an Indian nor a single horse could cross his path without his detecting the fact and determin- ing how old was the bisecting trail. THE DESCHAMPS CLAN 269 The trail was hard packed by countless moc- casins and hoofs, yet Bridger dismounted and dropped on his knees and became deeply inter- ested in searching the brown earth. On the out- skirts of the path the signs of recent travel were fresher. For twenty minutes the mountain man worked from the center of the trail to the edge and then back again, and as his investigation ad- vanced Lander noted he confined all his attention to the north side. Finally he rose and mounted his horse and announced : "According to the number of horses some three hundred warriors are in Gauche's party." "McKenzie said he had passed this way after being licked by the Aricaras," reminded Lander, beginning to think the time was lost. "I wasn't pawing round to find out if McKen- zie was speaking the truth, or was a liar. A blind man could read that part of the storry without git- ting off his horse,'* ironically retorted Bridger. "What McKenzie didn't say, an' probably didn't know, was that Gauche, or Left Hand as some call him, has got a sick man an' a travois. The band was moving very slow at this point. We'll have to dodge their camp within the next 270 'KINGS OF THE MISSOURI few miles. He might want us to stay an* visit him. "The trail is twenty-four hours old, but one man on a lame horse has come along here within the last hour. He stops every little v/ay. He's either studying the Assiniboin trail, or waiting for us. All of which means we must ride with our eyes open." Two miles were passed without any attempt at conversation. Bridger had kept his gaze focused on the winding road. Suddenly he exclaimed under his breath and dismounted and dropped on his hands and knees. He crawled slowly from the trail for a distance of fifty feet. When he returned his face was grave. "Eight men on foot swung into the trail where your nag stands. They stood an' talked with the man on horseback ; then the nine of them quit the trail an' struck into the bush. The men on foot wasn't Assiniboins, Each had a gun as you can tell by the faint marks where they rested the butts while chinning the mounted man. They toe in an' their moccasins are heavier an' stronger than them worn by the Assiniboins, showing they. go much afoot. They must be breeds that hang round the fort. THE DESCHAMPS CLAN 271 "They've Tarned that Gauche is In camp with a sick man. Sick man must be a big medicine man or a chief, else Gauche wouldn^t hold up his march for him. The breeds probably figger to sneak in after dark an' run off the horses. The camp must be within a mile or two an' the breeds are drawing well back from the trail to wait until night." They rode for a bit when Bridger led off from the trail and explained : *T want to give Gauche a wide berth. He's sure to be ugly as a bear with a sore head along of the whipping he got down-river. We'll beat back a few miles an' then strike straight for the chantier." The traveling became much slower after they left the trail. Bridger watched for signs of men afoot but found none, and this convinced him that his deductions were correct. The nine men had simply withdrawn to one side to wait until dark. With the quickness of the forest bred he slipped from his horse and leveled his rifle across the saddle before Lander could imagine what was the matter. ' Then among the bushes he made out the figure of an Indian woman. Her hair was g-rav and as 272 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI she stared at them she tore at it. With a little laugh at his alarm Bridger swung back into the saddle and the woman eagerly advanced and be- gan talking shrilly and rapidly. "She's speaking Assiniboin/' said Bridger as he watched and hstened. "I git it all right." The woman ceased talking and made signs. Bridger nodded and said : "One of your young men is hurt ?'* "Hurt very bad," she replied. "Come and make him medicine." Bridger possessed the mountain man's knowl- edge of emergency surgery. Also was he imbued with the superstitions of the Indians. He believed in his medicine. His kind heart urged him to follow the woman. His commercial instinct warned that he had no time to lose if he would visit the chantier and return to the fort before Phinny or Jake Berger arrived to inform McKenzie about the forty packs. He explained the situation to Lander. The woman was laboring under great mental distress. There was none of the Indian stoicism Lander had heard so much about. Lander's sym- pathy was aroused. Bridger asked how far she had come. She held THE DESCHAMPS CLAN 273 the thumb and forefinger of her hands together as if holding a thread, then pulled them apart a few inches, then raised a hand with finger erect and moved it from side to side and forward. *'Says we can git there in a short time an' in a few steps," translated Bridger. "Reckon we'd best go with her. My medicine feels strong this morning. Some worthless breed ; but if he's hurt, he's hurt." The woman seemed overwhelmed with joy as he motioned her to lead the way. She ran ahead and repeatedly looked back to make sure they were following her. In this fashion she led them nearly a mile through the bush-grown area. Bridger finally reined in and beckoned her to come back. She shook her head and pointed, and gestured for him to come on, and to convince him he had all but arrived she raised her voice and called out. Bridger set his horse in motion, his eyes on the w^oman, and although his quick ear caught the rustling of bushes he was surrounded and his gim snatched from his hand before he could turn his head. A side glance revealed Lander likewise disarmed and dazed by the quickness of it all. The woman ahead danced and flung her arms 274 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI above her head and cackled hideously. Directly- ahead of Bridger stood old Deschamps, and his gun covered Bridger's chest. To Lander, Brid- ger called out : "Take it easy. Don't show any fight — yet. That old hag led us into a' ambush. These are thieving breeds. What the devil's the matter Vi^ith that medicine of mine!" Then to Des- champs : "Why do you hold me up like this?'* "We want to have a talk with you," Deschamps explained in Assiniboin. "Talk Crow or English, you thieving devil," commanded Bridger. "Get down and come into our hut," ordered Deschamps, backing away a few steps and speak- ing in the Crow tongue. "That skunk Phinny is in there waiting for us?" "No. I left him at the Crow village on the Yellowstone. He is to marry my girl — make her his wife like white men marry white women. But I do not trust him yet," chuckled Deschamps. As he finished a young woman, comely of feature and graceful of form, came bounding through the growth and stared wide-eyed at the white men. Lander caught her fancy for a mo- THE DESCHAMPS CLAN 275 ment, and she drew close to him and peered up into his hot face. She showed her white blood in her complexion and light-gray eyes, but there was frank animal- ism in her steady stare that made Lander nervous and caused her to laugh scornfully. Darting to Bridger she placed a small foot in the stirrup and lifted herself erect and maintained her bal- ance by seizing his shaggy brown hair. Bridger's gaze was as cold as hers was volcanic. Her insolence changed to something akin to admi- ration and she tugged his hair playfully. "Phinny's squaw!" exclaimed Bridger, seizing her wrists and forcing her to release her grasp. She fought like a fury, trying to reach his face with her fingers. With a grunt of disgust he picked her up in his arms and tossed her over his horse's head and into her father's arms. With a scream of rage she pulled a dirk and came at him, her teeth bare, her eyes blazing. He made no move until her arm went back for the blow; then he caught her wrist and gave it a wrench that brought a howl of pain to her red lips. Turning toward Deschamps he sternly ordered : 'Take this hell-cat away." Deschamps shrugged his shoulders, showing 2^6 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI no inclination to interfere. But another of the family, Francois, the oldest son, dropped his gun and pinioned the girl's hands to her sides and carried her into the bush. When he came back the girl did not attempt to follow him. "Good lord! What a woman!" gasped Lan- der. He stood in greater fear of the pretty vixen than he did of the entire Deschamps gang. "If Phinny marries her he will be paying the price for all his deviltry." "Get down," ordered Deschamps. There was an ominous steadying of guns and Bridger quietly slid from the saddle and motioned for Lander to do likewise. "You and your gang plan to steal Gauche's horses while he camps to cure a sick man," Brid- ger accused. Deschamps w^as startled. The white man's medicine was very wise to read his plans. His villainous old face hardened. When the white man showed he knew so much he dug his own grave. After he had answered certain important questions he and his young friend would disap- pear. Bridger swung his bold gaze over the cir- cle of sullen faces and remarked : "My medicine is whispering to me that your THE DESCHAMPS CLAN 277 friend Francois will be killed very soon — ^I see Jack Rem and his three sons. They hunt with the Deschamps now but my medicine says the time is just ahead when the two families will fight and kill each other off. Wait — ^my medicine is whispering." He paused and tilted his head and smiled grimly — then announced: "My medicine says Baptiste Gardepied is com- ing after you with a big war-party of Blackfeet. Better git yourself killed before he gets you." "You lie!" hissed Deschamps. "Gardepied knows I will kill him and has left the country." "He is wnth the Blackfeet and has turned them against you. He almost caught you when you betrayed my young man into the hands of the Blackfeet. He set the young man free. He will kill you." "No more, or I will kill you," yelled Des- champs, now beside himself with rage. Francois feared his father's anger would break up their plans, so he now assumed command and gave an order. The men closed in about Bridger and Lander and poked them with their guns and drove them toward the old woman who had acted as the 278 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI decoy. She fell back as the prisoners were made to advance, and within a few minutes halted before a long log cabin roofed with bark. The whites were pushed through the low door, the breeds following and remaining between them and the only exit. On each side of the room was a small opening, high up and too small for a man to escape through. These answered for windows and admitted light. In the middle of the room was a short section of a Cottonwood log, standing on end to serve as a stool. Bridger appropriated the stool and Lan- der dropped on the hard-packed earth at his side and clasped his hands over his knees — the knife in his right boot being ready for his hand. Deschamps stepped ahead of his gang to act as inquisitor, but before he could begin, his daughter squirmed her way through the group and darted like a fury toward Bridger and raised a long- barreled pistol. The intrusion was so quickly completed that not a man moved, and as she stood crouching before her victim, the pistol leveled, the occupants of the room became paralyzed and glared blankly and waited for the tragedy to arouse them to action. Bridger, on the stool, remained calm of coun- THE DESCHAMPS CLAN 279 tenance, his gray eyes meeting and holding the eyes of the woman. Her bosom rose and fell with the lust to kill. Still the gray eyes held her gaze captive, and as she stared she found herself dis- covering strange depths in the dilated pupils. No one about the door dared move, for fear of precipitating the homicide. Lander was frozen with horror of the situation and looked straight ahead, waiting for the pistol to speak. For a slow count of ten the tableau endured, then with a shriek the girl dropped the pistol, threw up both hands and staggered blindly for the door. The men gave way and in silence watched her depart. The white man's medicine was very powerful when it could tame a wildcat like the Deschamps girl. Bridger picked up the pistol and examined it and then laid it between his feet. Deschamps recovered first from the general stupor. He ordered : "Give up that pistol." "The young woman gave it to me. I will keep it here," quietly replied Bridger. "Give it up or I fire !" commanded Deschamps aiming his gun. "That would spoil your plans. You brought us here for something," reminded Bridger, plac- ing a moccasin on the pistol. 28o KINGS OF THE MISSOURI "Let him keep it. We have many guns/' spoke up Francois. "But we will shoot if his hand touches it again," added Jack Rem. Deschamps changed his attitude and called out for the old woman to see that the girl did not enter the cabin again. Then turning to Bridger he asked: "Where are the packs of beaver you took from the Blackfoot medicine-lodge?" "Oh, ho! So that was the cat in the bag, eh?" chuckled Bridger. "Did Phinny think I was carrying 'em with me? You might look in my saddle-bags; or perhaps my young man has 'em in his belt." "Phinny doesn't know about them," sullenly replied Deschamps. He added : "I was told about them at the Crow village a day's march below the mouth of the Yellowstone. Black Arrow told his warriors to say nothing about the packs to us, but one man was my friend and told me. Phinny does not understand the Crow tongue. He knows nothing. Ferguson may find out about it, but he had not when I left the village." Bridger eyed him in admiration. Deschamps' reputation for bloodthirsty deviltry was known THE DESCHAMPS CLAN 281 to most mountain men, but few would have cred- ited him with scheming to steal forty thousand dollars' worth of beaver, unless he found the packs cached and unguarded. His larceny was especially daring since it involved the deception of an A. F. C. man. "Pretty smart for a' Injun. What did the Crows tell you?" asked Bridger. "How you and the boy got the packs. You two came through the valley alone. Your com- ing to Union tells me the packs will come down the Yellowstone. You are not such a fool as to have them brought to the fort where Phinny and McKenzie would see them. Phinny hired Fergu- son away from you. He will handle the Crow trade for the A. F. C. this winter." "Phinny will be coming; to the fort soon," mused Bridger. "He started as soon as he found I had gone," growled Deschamps. "But he better be careful. He wanted my girl for his squaw. Now he doesn't seem to want her so much. But he can't make a fool of her. She's got white blood in her. He'll take her, or Til cut his throat." "She'll cut his throat if he takes her," grunted the younger Deschamps with a hideous leer. 282 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI "I don't like him. I'm going to kill him any- way," growled Francois. "Keep still !" snarled Deschamps. To Bridger : "I'm waiting to know when the packs will come through and how. Tell me and you won't be hurt." "They're to come by pack mules. How do I know when a string of mules will git into Fort Union, you fool ? Phinny may hold them up for all I know. Perhaps he has them now." Deschamps gnawed his lips and eyed Bridger evilly. Jack Rem spoke up and declared : "Your w^hite medicine is strong, you say. It better tell you where the packs are. My woman was at the fort when you asked about a keelboat. You want it for the packs." Deschamps stamped his feet and cried : "Good for you, Jack Rem. Your woman shall have much red cloth. She has sharp ears. "So you'd fool the old fox, would you, Brid- ger? Keep him covered, boys. I'll give him until I fill my pipe to tell when the packs will come down the Yellow^stone." Bridger bowed his hea'd and pondered deeply. There w^ere nine of them, all armed and not a bit averse to murder. His and Lander's rifles stood THE DESCHAMPS CLAN 283 in the corner. He had a short sk inning-knife in his belt and Lander had his long blade in his boot. His moccasin rested on the long-barrel pistol. One life — if it could be discharged. But should either he or Lander make a move both would be riddled. Were it in his power to turn over the packs on the spot he knew the gang would not permit him and Lander to leave the hut alive could they help it. His only hope was to play for time until a moment came when the gang was off guard. "Deschamps," he earnestly insisted, "I do not know when the packs will come. Mebbe in three days. Mebbe not for twice as long. Mebbe not at all. I came ahead and traveled fast. That is the best I can tell you." "You'll do better than that or never leave this hut," coolly retorted Deschamps, still rolling the tobacco between his palms. "I've killed better men than you. Tell the truth and you'll be kept here till we get the packs. Then you'll be free to go." Bridger smothered a smile, still fighting for a little chance to turn up on which he could pivot an offensive. Lifting his head he gravely said : "My medicine knows everything. If it will tell me I will tell you. I do not want to die. I can 284 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI get more beaver. A life lost stays lost. I will talk to my medicine." Deschamps brightened and nodded for him to proceed. Bridger warned: "Let no one move or speak, or I shall learn nothing." Then very deliberately to show he intended no tricks he gently pushed the pistol to one side, bent between his knees and rested a finger on the earthen floor near Lander. He tapped on the floor in front of the log which serv^ed him for a stool, as if to attract his med- icine, and succeeded in putting Lander on the qui vive. Then he tilted his head as if listening, and was able to keep an eye on the gang. The breeds stood breathless and waited. None of them had any doubts as to the virtue and intel- ligence of Bridger's medicine. It was celebrated for efficacy throughout the mountains. Nor was there one who failed to understand how whim- sical a man's medicine can be at times, and must be catered to and indulged and have feasts made for it. Bridger's eyes widened and he began working his finger in the dirt. Lander with a sidewise gaze saw letters forming in the dirt. With much business of listening to the mysterious voice and THE DESCHAMPS CLAN 28$ taking care not to move his lips and give any alarm Bridger slowly completed his message. Lander read: Fall flat when they fire then at em I shall thro the log Lander, staring blankly, patted his boot-leg to show he understood. Bridger rocked his head back and forth and began to groan; then he bowed forward, his hands working convulsively between his legs and against the log. He was like a medicine man having convulsions. "My m.edicine is here V he gasped, his eyes pro- truding wildly, his hands resting on the sides of the log, his legs straddling gradually apart. "What does it say?" whispered Deschamps. "This !" roared Bridger, surging forward while his hands fetched the log between his legs and with a violent toss hurled it into the group. And as he made the cast he threw himself flat, pulled Lander with him, and reached for the pistol. As the two went down four of the men fired — their lead plumping into the rear wall. Des- champs was scrambling for his rifle and four of the men were writhing on the floor — knocked over by the weight of the heavy missile. 286 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI "At 'em!" yelled Brld^er, coming to his feet and rushing toward the door. He snapped the pistol at Deschamps and it failed to explode. He hurled it and struck a man in the chest. Lander was at his side, his knife drawn. One of Rem's sons-in-law jumped to get the prisoners' rifles, but Lander threw his knife and pinned the man's arm to the wall. The men knocked out by the log began crawl- ing to their feet. Deschamps shrieked to the others to use their knives. Before they could draw their knives, however, Bridger was among them, trying to bore a hole to the door. He instantly became the hub of a revolving wheel of fiercely fighting men. He caught old Deschamps by the scruff of the neck and flung him about as a shield while his free hand deliv- ered smashing blows. The younger Deschamps boy tried to dirk the mountain man but drove his steel into his father's arm and was rewarded with a string of horrible curses. Bridger looked for Lander to help him and was (dismayed to see him on the floor with blood flow- ing from a cut on the head. A war-ax lay at his side with blood on the handle. The exulting face of the Descliamps girl in the doorway and the THE DESCHAMPS CLAN 287 direction of her gaze told him it was she who had hurled the ax, and only by chance had the handle instead of the blade struck the blow. The sight of the young man maddened Brid- ger. Pivoting on his heel he swept Deschamps around in a circle, and maintained his balance with his outstretched right fist — two spokes in a terrible wheel. He felt Deschamps go limp and knew his senses had been battered out of him. Four men were down and showed no inclina- tion to rise. Three men still opposed him as the fellow pinned to the wall made no effort to release himself, and Deschamps was unconscious. Ceasing. his gyrations he lifted Deschamps above his head and hurled him against Francois, and evil father and son went down together. Leaping over the prostrate bodies with two men after him armed with knives, he reached the man pinned against the wall, wrenched loose Lander's knife and wheeled and slashed one of his assailants across the face. Something fanned his cheek and a knife stuck and vibrated in a log. Again the girl at the door. Ignoring her and the chances of further attention on her part he drove the remain- ing combatant back and secured the two rifles. Lander was now rolling his head and groaning. 288 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI Holding both guns in one hand, Bridger tossed the long knife at Lander's side and cried : "There's your medicine. Wake up an' pick it up! We've Hcked 'em!" Lander's fingers closed on the haft and he crawled to his feet, glared wildly about, then sensed the meaning of it all and lurched toward his friend mumbling: "You've licked them you mean. Lord, what a fight you put up !" "Reckon even Jim Baker would have to knuckle down a little to this scrimmage," Bridger proudly admitted as he swept his gaze over the prostrate forms. "Them two bears he fit an' killed weren't full grown of course. But baby grizzlies are mighty bad poison. Now we'll quit this place. Have your knife ready an' look out for that hell-cat. Some of these in here may be playing 'possum. I'll back out an' keep 'em cooped up till you can find an' fetch the horses. Go ahead." Lander leaped through the doorway and endeavored to cry a warning to his patron. Bridger followed and was instantly seized and hurled to the ground. Chapter XII MEDICINE FOR THE LANCE r'LAT on his back Bridger looked up into a * circle of savage faces. Lander stood help- less between two warriors, a red hand over his mouth. The men holding Bridger down stepped back and permitted him to rise. Both his rifle and knife had been taken from him when he was first seized. In addition to the circle about him there was another and a stronger line a few rods back. He made no move to escape, but when he observed the Deschamps and Rem breeds sneaking through the door and disappearing into the bush he called on his captors to stop them. "Let the dogs go. We know where to find them when we are drunk and want to dance a mangy scalp," spoke up a deep voice. Bridger twisted about and beheld a short, pow- erfully built Indian with much gray in his hair 289 290 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI advancing through the inner circle. Waiting until the man stood before him Bridger greeted : "My friend Gauche comes after I have won my fight." Lander caught the one word Gauche, and knew he was in the presence of perhaps the most cruel and crafty Indian the Northwest had produced in many years. Gauche stared coldly at Bridger. He still smarted from the drubbing inflicted by the Aricaras. He knew Bridger was a mighty war- rior, but he owed him no trade allegiance. There was a smoldering rage in his black heart which could be eased only by torture or ransom. Bridger and his young man w^re not connected with Fort Union, and there was no A. F. C. repri- sal to fear. But Bridger was a big man in the mountains, and at the head of a pioneer fur com- pany. He was worth a fat ransom. "Why don't you say something, Gauche? Your men hear fighting and seize me and my brother and let those mixed bloods go. They came to steal your horses. Why are hands placed on me? Don't you know it is bad business for you to treat a white man this way? Or do you want trouble with white men ?" MEDICINE FOR THE LANCE 291 Gauche smiled inscrutably, and replied: "I have said it. The Deschamps hair is mangy. My medicine will not feed on such. When I want them I will send some of my squaws to cut off their heads. They have nothing I want. "Now about yourself. What do I care for your words ? Have the white men ever made Gauche, the Left-Handed, run? When he calls himself Wakontonga, the Great Medicine, does he go and hide? When on the war-path he is known as Mina-Yougha, the Kiiife-Holder, is he ever afraid?" "Has not Death many times sent to him say- ing, *He invites you,' and has not Gauche always answered with a laugh and returned to living out his time ? Speak soft, white man ; do not leave a trail of words that will make me angry." "Squaw's talk," sneered Bridger. "Draw off all but a handful of your men and give me a knife or an ax, and you'll find the kind of a trail I will leave for you." Gauche lifted his ax as if to strike with the flat of it, encountered Bridger's blazing eyes and knew if he struck he must kill. As that did not meet with his purpose he put the ax aside and briefly said : 292 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI "I open a new trade. I need you/' "Go on," said Bridger, now sensing what was coming. "You live among white folks, many sleeps down the long river. You have big lodges filled with goods. You will go with me to my camp, where I shall make a big feast for my war-medi- cine. Then you will send a talking-paper down the river by the young man. You will send for a fire-canoe to come up here with many presents for the Assiniboins." "Your medicine must be foolish to make you talk like this," sneered Bridger. "I am on my way to the place-of-building-boats. I am Mc- Kenzie's friend. He made me a big feast at the fort last night. We sat up till the moon grew tired, drinking from big bottles. "McKenzie and his men are following after me. Now I have lived in his lodge and eaten his meat and drunk from his bottle. Let the Assini- boins watch their steps carefully, or they will step on a snake that bites and poisons." Gauche concealed his concern at this bold speech. Of all things he must not incur the dis- pleasure of McKenzie. It was from Fort Union that he obtained the all-necessary guns and pow- MEDICINE FOR THE LANCE 293 der and ball and the dearly loved liquor. Adher- ing to his original purpose of holding the moun- tain man for a big ransom, he changed his bearing to one of friendliness. He said : "There are bad men about here. If you are a friend of the Great Chief at the fort you are a friend of the Assiniboins. You shall go to the place-of-building-boats. Our camp is near there. We will go with you to see no bad breeds hurt you." "Nine men tried to hurt me in the cabin. Those who have not crawled out are too sick to move. To some, perhaps. Death has sent word, *Come, he invites you.* They were not cunning like Gauche. They went. I do not need your help, Gauche, but you will need mine. Therefore we will travel together." Gauche was puzzled by these words and studied Bridger suspiciously. "We will ride to the place-of-building-boats together like two brothers," he sullenly assented. "Good. Give us our guns and bring our horses. My young man and I are in no hurry but you must ride fast or your sick man will die." Gauche felt himself trembling. He stepped back and moved about to hide his sudden fear. 294 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI "Why speak of a sick man? Where is he?" he demanded. "In your camp. You pitch your lodges to wait until he gets well or dies. Your medicine is weak. It let the Aricaras whip you. It can not make your friend well." The chief prided himself on being a magician with the greatest of power. He had a nation of credulous believers and few skeptics. As fast as he found a skeptic he fed him poison. Having devoted so much of his time and thoughts to sor- cery and magic, it was natural that he should be ensnared in his own black webs, and he began to wish he had never seen this strange white man, who mocked him before his warriors. "The white man has a strong medicine?" he muttered. "Very strong. My young man here has a very strong knife-medicine. Black Arrow of the Crows offered him many ponies for it. But my medicine takes his by the hand and leads it about as you would lead a child." "Then he shall lead my friend back to strength. He is La Lance, one of my chiefs. There are crooked tongues that will say my magic killed him if he dies. MEDICINE FOR THE LANCE 295 "There were cords through his bones and wolf- hairs under his skin and bird-claws in his flesh. With my medicine I took them all out and showed them to him. But there is an evil spirit in him my medicine can not reach. My warriors stand about the lodge to shoot it when it comes out, but my medicine can not drive it out." Bridger turned and nodded lightly to Lander, rapidly explaining : "Chief has a sick Injun on his hands. Afraid he's going to die an' that his reputation as a poisoner will make other bands in the tribe think he was murdered. That shows it ain't a cut or a gunshot." Then to Gauche : "Bring our horses and guns, and lead the way. We are in no hurry. We will stop long enough to look at the sick man. I am full up to my neck with this talk." The horses and weapons were brought up; and, equipped once more and mounted, the white men rode side by side with the Assiniboi'ns in front and bringing up the rear. Lander anxiously mur- mured : "But you can't cure the sick man." "White medicine is stronger'n red any time," replied Bridger. "If it's something very simple 296 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI I'll use some doctor's stuff in my saddle-bag". I've toted it to the mountains an' back every trip. My medicine would work all right on anything-, but I never bother it for something that don't 'mount to much. An' it ain't awful keen to work on an Injun, anyway. I've worked it on Crows, as they're friends of mine, but I always was afraid an Injun would make it grow weak. Jim Baker's got crazy idees 'bout medicine — still, it's all right not to take chances. "A feast of b'iled berries mayn't do it any good, but I reckon they wouldn't do it any harm. Jim won't take no chances when it comes to his medi- cine. I've know'd him to travel four hundred miles just to git something he allowed his medi- cine would relish. Between my medicine an' the doctor's stuff I'll pull the Lance through or kill him." Gauche's camp consisted of some three hundred warriors. Bridger shrewdly surmised that the Aricaras must have had help from the Sioux tribes to defeat so big- a band. When the chief and his prisoners rode into camp there rose a great commotion, and from the snatches of gibes hurled at them Bridger managed to patch out the truth. MEDICINE FOR THE LANCE 297 Gauche had learned of Bridger's presence at the fort and had determined to capture him and hold him for a big ransom. In this way he would in part make up for the spoils he had planned to take from the Aricaras. The men in the camp on seeing the two whites boldly taunted them with being held for ransom, and Gauche heard it with stolid face and glittering eyes. Bridger halted in the middle of the camp and said to Gauche : *Tell your men we are here to cure a sick man of a devil, and that afterward we are to be free to go our way. Tell them that is the only ransom we will pay. If the man dies his friends will say you poisoned him. Then two, three bands will join together against you. Perhaps your own people will turn against you. If La Lance dies it will cost you your life." "If he dies you will be the cause, and you will die," hissed Gauche. "But I will say what you wish." And lifting his powerful voice for quiet he told his people how he had made a bargain with the white men. If they cured La Lance they were to go free. If they failed, his people could kill them or hold them for ransom. 298 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI This did not please the bulk of the warriors. They cared nothing for La Lance, who came from another band. He had not carried himself so conspicuously as to win their admiration dur- ing the Aricara campaign. He had not been wounded. Either his fear had made him sick, or old Gauche was slowly poisoning him to death. They rather approved of the latter fate. To keep secret from his captives the mutinous inclination of some of his men Gauche dismissed all but six of his companions and then led the way to a tent at one side of the camp. As they rode toward this Bridger opened a saddle-bag and extracted a medicine-case and tucked it under his shirt. As they dismounted from their horses in front of the tent four war- riors standing guard there discharged their guns at the ground and one ran about clubbing his gun as if striking at something. Then one of the guards loudly and proudly called out that the approach of the great master had frightened the evil spirit from the sick man and that they had shot and clubbed it to death as it ran from under the tent. One said it was the size of a river-rat. Gauche received the compliment in silence and MEDICINE FOR THE LANCE 299 seemed a bit loath to enter the tent. Bridger crowded by him and stood looking down on La Lance, who had three years to hve before being dissected and eaten by the Big BelHes. Bridger diagnosed his sickness as malarial fever and felt much relieved. Gauche now entered and displayed some cords of rawhide, some strands of coarse hair, such as the Indians plucked from between the buffalo's horns for the making of horse-hobbles, and three withered bird-claws. **These were taken from the sick man's body by my medicine," he modestly reminded. Bridger gravely bowed his head and declared : "Your magic is big. Your medicine is very strong, for it drove out a devil. But it was only a little devil and the big devil remains. My medicine let me see the little devil when it ran from under the tent. Will you try again, or shall I use my medicine?" La Lance began groaning. His eyes were closed and he did not sense the presence of the three men. Gauche hastily decided : "My white brother shall try his medicine." Bridger fumbled at his medicine-case and bowed his head as if in deep thought. He tilted 300 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI his head as if listening to ghost voices ; but in his sidelong glance Lander beheld a twinkle in the gray eyes and a twitching at the comers of the firm mouth that told of hidden laughter. Staring intently at Gauche, the mountain man motioned for silence. Gauche and Lander stood rigid. Only the moaning of the sick man and the murmur of angry warriors outside the tent intruded on the silence. With an abruptness that caused the chief to step back nervously Bridger hissed : "My medicine tells me the sick man is troubled by the Water Spirit. Your medicine is strong, but it can not drive out the Water Spirit. Wait — my medicine brings another talk to me." He cocked his head and listened and nodded; then triumphantly announced: "Now I have i't. Send warriors along the river bank toward Fort Union. Before they come in sight of the fort they will find two keelboats tied to the bank. The boats probably will be hidden in the bull-berry bushes. They must look very sharp. They must untie one of these boats and take it up-river to the place-of-building-boats. There they will find a broken boat. "The Water Spirit says there is big medicine in MEDICINE FOR THE LANCE 301 the broken boat but that it can not work until the sick boat has the strong boat fastened to the sick boat, then will my medicine work and drive out the Water Spirit from the Lance/' Gauche never dreamed of doubting this diag- nosis and cure. His savage mind fed on the things i't had created. It appealed to him as being extremely logical that the Water Spirit should grieve over the wounded boat and should torment some Assiniboin warrior until an undamaged boat was brought to keep company with the broken one. He left the tent to send men after the hid- den craft, and the moment the camp beheld him shouts were raised. *'What do they say?'* asked Lander. Bridger produced a bottle of fever medicine and forced several swallows down the sick man's throat. "That will give him a jolt, I reckon," he grimly mused. "What are they saying? Oh, not much of anything. Some say the Lance is sick because he is a coward. Others say the tribe's medicine is against his being with Gauche's band and that the Aricaras would have been whipped if he hadn't been along. The most of 'em don't give a hang for the Lance — Ah." 302 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI "What?" Bridger frowned, "One of the head men is asking Gauche if we are to be let go without paying a big price. He says we do not belong to the fort ; that the Assini- boins would be fools if they didn't make a profit out of us. Now Gauche is talking but I can not hear him well — Bufler V beaver! Hear 'em now ! That means he's made 'em mad — that he's told 'em we're to go without paying any ransom. He's the boss an' his word is law — let 'em howl all they want to. There's just one thing that'll make him change his mind an* treat us like dirt" "If we fail to cure this man/* said Lander. "Not by a dem sight. If his warriors don't find that keelboat. Talk to your medicine, boy, an' git it to working. They just got to find that boat" He lifted a finger and turned to the sick man. Gauche glided in, his dark face scowling. "Some of my men talk like fools," he growled. "Some of them will go hunting their uncles among the spirits. They forget I am the Left Hand, that I am Mina-Yougha the Knife-Holder and Wakontonga the Great Medicine. It comes of taking them to the white man's fort. MEDICINE FOR THE LANCE 303 "The man McKenzie thinks to make any trade by treating my warriors as if they were chiefs. They forget I can make black medicine." "Do they go to find the boat?" asked Bridger anxiously. "They go. My white brother's medicine must have eyes Hke the eagle to see so fan He shall give me the medicine that drives out the Water Spirit and I will not ask for gifts from the canoe- that-walks-on-the-water. When does the big spirit leave the Lance ?" Bridger glanced at the flushed face of the suf- ferer and recalled cases he had treated among his trappers. His answer must be a gamble at the best, as he did not know how long it would require for the men to find the boat and work it up to the chantier^ But Gauche was waiting, his small eyes demanding an immediate answer. "When your young men come back and say the boat is in its place the spirit will leave him," Bridger calmly assured. "Wait here. I will see a tent is made ready for you," said the chief. This time he was gone but a few minutes. They followed him to a tent pitched within twoscore feet of the sick man's. Motioning them to enter, he left them. 304 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI Inside was a kettle of water and some dried buffalo-meat. Before the entrance was fuel and two crotched sticks on which to hang the kettle. Bridger measured out some medicine into a wooden dish and diluted it with water and placed it near the door. Then he lighted a fire and hung the kettle. "Going to try and cook that stuff?" asked Lan- der in huge disgust, pointing to the dried meat. "No, no. That's good just as it is," said Bridger, catching up a strip and working his strong, white teeth through it. "Doesn't smell very bad, either." "Ugh! Then why the hot water?" "That sick cuss has fever an' chills. I've got to bu'st it up during the night. I give him a mighty strong dose — full strength. 'Nough to make a horse sweat. Now I must git to him again in 'bout two hours. I need lots of hot water. See those devils scowl at us." The last, as a band of warriors paraded by the tent at a respectful distance and lowered blackly at the white men. "Never a Injun had more power over so many men in this valley as Gauche has had over his band," ruminated Bridger. "But the old cuss MEDICINE FOR THE LANCE 305 has it right when he says he may lose his grip because of the men getting to the fort. "The A. F. C. makes a heap of 'em when they bring in a good trade. They always start their liquor trade at dark an' keep it up all night. Old Gauche has a tin dipper which he never lets go of, an' he rushes in an' out an' gits beastly drunk, an' keeps so. When he's drunk his authority slips a trifle. His men, being drunk, say an' do things they wouldn't dast do before him when sober, an' they ain't made to suffer. This has been going on ever since the A. F. C. got active up here a few years ago. "Gauche's men are beginning to wonder if he's much better'n they be. He's always held 'em in check by his reputation as a medicine man, poi- soner and worker in magic. But the first time he led his band to Fort Union an' stopped outside to vermilion an' dress up an' hear the cannon shot off in his honor he was losing a bit of his power. "Three years ago there wasn't a mian in his band that would 'a' dared to give him any lip. Now he's kept everlastingly at it to think up games where he can run off some Blackfeet horses an' lift some Sioux hair so's they'll stick to him as a big chief. 3o6 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI "His trip down-river give his standing an awful jolt. They blame his medicine for the lick- ing. He thought to make 'em forgit by corral- ling us an' gittin'a big ransom, but the Lance blocks that game. If the Lance dies the Lance's band will blame him, an' say he poisoned the cuss. He's just got to cure the Lance or have trouble. With his own men gitting sassy he can't afford to let that happen." "If the Lance gets well he'll probably hold us for ransom just the same," observed Lander. "He'll have to be crowded awful hard before he'd do that. First place, he'd be afraid of my medicine. Second place, he knows he can't go only 'bout so far before McKenzie would have to call a halt. But if McKenzie Tarns 'bout the bea- ver packs he won't call a halt till he's got his paws on 'em. I'm going to git out of this camp to-mor- rer if I have to take Gauche up in front of me." Lander worried down some of the tough meat while Bridger ate heartily. Groups of warriors kept passing the tent and eying it malevolently. Bridger ignored them but Lander shifted his knife from boot to belt and would have felt more at ease had Gauche been with them. The chief, however, had disappeared. MEDICINE FOR THE LANCE 307 As the darkness settled over the camp Bridger commented on Gauche's absence and explained it by saying: "He's gone off alone somewheres to make new medicine. No good comes of shifting your medi- cines the way he does. Git a good one and stick to it It may git lame when it meets a stronger medicine ; but if it averages up well that's all you can ask. "Jim Baker swapped his medicine for a spotted Cheyenne pony once. Pony bu'sted a leg next day an' the Injun who'd took the medicine sneaked in an' stole Jim's rifle. Just plumb fool- ishness." "But if he don't come back his men will get rough," said Lander. "Sure to. But listen to me; no matter what they try^ you keep calm an' act like you didn't know they was round. Time enough to make a fight when you see me letting out." By degrees the camp quieted down and Lander believed they were to have a quiet night despite the chiefs absence, when a long howl down by^ the river bank caused him to start nervously. They were sitting before their tent. As the out- cry continued Bridger rose and entered the tent 3o8 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI and called Lander after him. Then he fixed the flap in place. "It's hot and stuffy/' complained Lander, feel- ing about and locating a buffalo-robe and sitting down. "Just remember my orders. Don't show fight till I give the word," quietly replied Bridger. Now the noise by the river increased in volume. Bridged informed : "Some of the bucks have fetched liquor from Fort Union." The two sat and waited while the bedlam drew nearer. Lander was puzzled in following the course of the hideous chorus. It would sweep toward them, then lessen in intensity, only to pass to one side with renewed volume. Bridger lighted his pipe and explained : "They're feasting from lodge to lodge, giving rum to each tent and asking the people to join 'em. They'll be here by 'n' by." "And shall we wait?" "Best thing to do. Fetch in some of the dry wood. I'll make a fire an' open the smoke-hole. Leave the flap back. We'll give 'em a chance to see." All this was bewildering to Lander, but if Jim MEDICINE FOR THE LANCE 309 Bridger did not know how to handle the situation no man in the mountains or in the Missouri Val- ley did. So he obeyed and Bridger soon had a small blaze burning inside the tent which brightly illuminated the interior. The flap was fastened wide open. Bridger then seated himself near the opening and motioned for Lander to sit by his side. "Here they come," he warned. "Full of A. F. C. liquor an' natural cussedness. Don't pay any attention to 'em." With a rush and an inferno of yells the dusky band swept around the tent and howled fero- ciously. Bridger smoked on placidly and between puffs talked to Lander^ who sat with bowed head as if listening intently. Several bucks ran up and thrust their heads through the opening but neither of the white men seemed to see them. One of the intruders reached in with his knife and slashed it within a few inches of Bridger's head but the veteran gave no heed to the threat. From the corner of his eye Lander beheld a knife-blade slice through the rear of the tent and nudged Bridger. "Never mind little things like that," drawled Bridger. "They've got quite a few things they'll 3IO KINGS OF THE MISSOURI try. They don't just dare to kill us, but if they can make us show fight they'll dare anything." Fascinated and with his heart galloping fu- riously, Lander watched the knife. Now it was reenforced by other knives and amid horrible yelling the back of the tent was slit to ribbons. Ferocious faces appeared in the openings and fairly spat at them. One man, in a delirium of rage, contented himself with thrusting his body half-way into the tent and stabbing and hacking the ground with his knife, all the time emitting the most devilish shrieks. ''Trying to scare us into stampeding," lazily informed Bridger. "Now sit tight an' don't budge a muscle. They won't shoot at us." The warning was timely, else Lander would have leaped to his feet to sell his life dearly. Several bucks tlirust their guns through the tent and discharged them into the fire, blowing coals and ashes all about "That's why I made a blaze/' Bridger cheer- fully explained. "If it had been dark they'd 'a' hit us.'' As if acting on a prearranged signal the band now rushed close to the front of the tent and ripped off a hide in order to expose more fully 'Now sit tight an' don't budge a muscle. MEDICINE FOR THE LANCE 311 the prisonera With knives brandishing and guns pointing they crouched low and howled in the faces of the white men. Never by so much as a quiver of an eyelash did Bridger give evidence of knowing they were there. Lander, by keeping his gaze lowered while he traced patterns with his finger on the ground, also managed to simulate entire indifference. There came one more volley into the coals of the fire, a final surging forward, a last crescendo of inarticulate cries, then as one the visitors fled back to the river bank and their cache of rum. *'Thafs over," mused Bridger with a sigh of relief, and now the sweat began dotting his fore- head. "Pawnees tried it on me a few years ago, but they didn't have any rum, just pure ugly, an* they didn't go as far as these fellows did. Fine for the sick man! Reckon 111 slip in an' give him a hot dose." Not relishing to remain alone, Lander went with him. With coals from their fire they ignited a handful of dry twigs and by the light of these Bridger held up the patient's head and forced him to drink a dish of hot water, reen- forced with medicine from the medicine-case. 312 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI The Lance showed no improvement that Lan- der could detect but Bridger nodded in approval : "He's quit groaning. Ain't begun to sweat yet but we'll fetch him before morning." During the night Bridger visited his patient several times to dose him with hot drinks. The Lance continued to rest easy although his skin remained hot and dry. Near morning Gauche came to the white men's tent badly spent. He said he had been far from the river making medicine. *T made two medicines/' he explained, watch- ing Bridger furtively. "One was for a war-party against the Blackfeet. I know where and when forty lodges with the white man Berger will pass down the river on the way to Fort Union. I shall send a talk to McKenzie to keep inside his fort. We do not want to hurt any of his people by mistake. "My medicine tells me that if I wait until the Blackfeet have commenced drinking we can kill them all and run off all their horses. Then will the Assiniboins know my medicine is not sick like an old man." "Your other medicine?" demanded Bridger suspiciously. MEDICINE FOR THE LANCE 313 "I made that to make the Lance strong again." "Then that is why my medicine did not cure him last night," sternly cried Bridger. "Burn or throw away that last medicine, or I will let the man die. Take the war-path and get a new name by killing Blackfeet, but stop opening your medicine-bag toward the Lance, or I will tell the Indians of your nation that you killed the Lance." "My medicine wanted to help," muttered Gauche. "If it will not work with your medicine I will bum it." He rose and, bending over the fire, secretly opened a skin pouch and reluctantly allowed the contents to drop into the flames. The whites caught the odor of burning feathers. Rising, Gauche asked : "Now, when will the Water Spirit leave him ?" "Very soon. Some time before the sun goes down," assured Bridger. Chapter XIII PHINNY COMES AND GOES T^HE inactivity was most distressing to * Lander. He pictured Papa Clair arriving with the packs. He saw men from the fort dis- covering them and reporting the news to McKen- zie. By this time Lander^s friendship for Bridger was so partizan he would feel defeat as keenly as would his patron. **Why not give that Indian more medicine and have it over with ?'' he asked of Bridger, who was lounging outside their ruined tent, smoking and watching the Assiniboins recovering from the night's debauch. 'There's one big reason," Bridger simply replied. "I've told Gauche that the Water Spirit would quit the Lance when the keelboat was back at the chantier. I've been shaving down on the hot drinks till I could know the bucks have Had time to find the boat an' take it up-river. I 314 PHINNY COMES AND GOES 315 want to hold back the cure till the boat's been returned. "IVe got to ding* it into Gauche's Injun head that it was my medicine what did the work. If he gits the notion he had a hand in it he might think his medicine was so strong he could hold us for ransom. He's tricky as a snake. "This waiting business would fret me all up if I let it, but I believe in my luck. This band done its worst when it fooled round our tent last night. They won't try to stop our going less Gauche tells 'em to. They're sick from the rum an' have lost lots of interest in lots of things. Funny that McKenzie's liquor should help us out of this scrape." One of the leading warriors approached and stared at the ruined tent and said : "The white men had trouble in the night." "No trouble," said Bridger. "Some boys made a noise. That is all." The man retired and passed the word that the white men were very stout of heart. Bridget visited the sick man^ The Lance had his eyes open and his gaze was normal. Bridger placed a hand on his head and felt the perspiration start- ing at the roots of the coarse, thick hair. 3i6 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI The Liance eyed him wonderingly when he lifted him up and gave him a drink of water. To be ministered to by a white man was a new experience. "Where is the Left Hand ?" he faintly asked. "He makes war-medicine against the Black- feet." "He was making medicine against the sickness in me when I went into the black sleep." "His medicine was weak. He had to have the white man's medicine to make you well. Before sunset my medicine will drive the evil spirit from you if you do as I say." "It is good." "You are not to speak nor open your eyes if Gauche enters this tent. When I tell you that you are well, then you can talk." "It is good." Bridger returned to Lander and found him trying to make a midday meal out of com and beans. The mountain man ate heartily of the dried meat. Gauche was busy circulating among his warriors in an effort to arouse their enthu- siasm for a raid against the Blackfeet. He kept repeating to them: "I made medicine against the Blackfeet. I PHINNY COMES AND GOES 317 (ireamed last night and saw much blood on the Blackfeet. There was no blood on the Assini- boins. I saw many signs of Blackfoot horses, and all the trails led to the camp of the Left Hand. Be ready with many arrows and your bows. Let those who have guns save their powder." It was not until late afternoon that he came to Bridger. There was a peculiar glitter in his wicked little eyes, and for a moment Bridger feared he had found some rum and was com- mencing a drunk that might lead him into the vilest treachery. It was excitement, however, rather than liquor that had fired the chief. Before speaking he passed into the sick man's tent and for nearly a minute stared down on the closed eyes of the Lance. So far as appearances went the man might be dead. Coming back to Bridger he said : "The Lance lies very quiet. I could not see that he breathed. My young men have come back to say the boat is in its place up the river. I have told my warriors to come here and see the white man's medicine drive the Water Spirit from the Lance. I hope the white man's medicine is ready to work. The Lance looks like a dead man." 3i8 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI Bridger put his pipe in the hanger about his neck, stretched his arms and drawled : "The medicine is ready. But it must hear the young men speak about the boat. It can not hear you say it. Send for them/* As he had expected Gauche acted as his own messenger, there being none of his men at hand. The moment he disappeared Bridger was galvan- ized into action. He prepared more fever medi- cine in hot water and took it to the Lance and had him drink it. Then he covered him with extra buffalo-robes. Hurrying back to Lander, who was nervously awaiting the climax, he coolly informed : 'T'll have the taller oozing out of him inside of ten minutes." "The chief thought he was dead." "Playing 'possum. See that the rifles are ready. Then try to smoke." A confusion of voices ran through the tents. Men began to appear in small bands and make for the sick man's tent. Gauche had passed the word that the Lance was dead and that the white men proposed bringing him back to life. Bridger stood with his back to the excited svarriors. One of the headmen started to enter PHINNY COMES AND GOES 319 the tent, but Bridger caught him t>y the arm and hurled him back. The man's hand went to his ax, but fell limp as Gauche called out : "Be afraid of the man who brings the dead back to life !'' Then the chief harangued his men. He reminded them of how the white man's medicine had discovered the Water Spirit in the Lance, and he repeated Bridger's promise that the sick should be strong once the white medicine heard from the lips of the young men that the boat had been returned to the place-of-building-boats. And for good measure he recalled the numerous instances of Assiniboin braves who had dared set up opposition to their chief, dying of mysterious sicknesses. There was a deep silence after the speech, finally broken by the appearance of two bucks, who pushed their way through the crowd bruskly. These were the spokesmen, and they had delayed their arrival in order to extract the full dramatic value from the scene. Halting before Bridger, they haughtily announced the completion of their errand. Bridger turned his head and as if addressing some invisible agency in the tent rapidly repeated their words in English, then paused as if listen- 320 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI ing. Drawing himself erect, he loudly called: "The Water Spirit is now leaving the Lance. Stay where you are and watch." He lifted the flap behind him and entered the oven-like atmosphere and kneeled beside the Lance. The man was panting painfully and in a reeking sweat from the fever medicine and heavy robes. He gasped for water and Bridger allowed him to drink his fill from a kettle. "You are well," informed Bridger, throwing aside the robes. "Stand up and show the Assini- boins how the white man's medicine works." Assisted by the mountain man the Lance man- aged to gain his feet. With a hand under his elbow to steady him he was guided to the open- ing, Bridger directing in a low voice. "You will tell them the fires no longer bum inside you. You will tell them you are strong, but very sleepy. Then you will return to your robes and drink some soup and rest for a day. To-morrow you will be strong and go and come a man." The Lance forgot Ke was weak' and famished. Thoroughly believing a powerful medicine had effected the cure, he felt himself a figure of mucK importance. His shoulders squared and his eyes PHINNY COMES AND GOES 321 grew steady as he flung back the flap of skin and confronted the mass of warriors. Nor did his voice fail him, but rang out in its usual volume as he proclaimed: "The Lance has been dead. He is alive. He was weak. Now he is strong. There are no fires in his body. The white man's medicine put them out. I go back to eat and sleep. Then I will be ready to take the path again against the enemies of the Assiniboins.'* The Indians clapped their hands to their mouths, their gesture to express amazement, as they looked on one who, Gauche had said, was dead. The Lance retreated, and as the flap fell, shutting him in from the view of the warriors, he fell into Bridger's arms. The mountain man placed him on his robes and gave him more water. Opening the top of the tent to create a draft, he drew back the flap over the opening and hurried to his tent. The Assiniboins eyed him with much awe, their hands clapping to their mouths. Verily his medi- cine was mighty. If he would come and live with the Assiniboins the nation would drive the Black- feet beyond the mountains. They had seen him take a man burned and parched like a fragment of sun-scorched hide and overnight turn him out 322 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI moist with sweat, ready to eat and sleep, and eager to fight. Addressing Gauche, who had followed him, and speaking loudly for the benefit of all, Bridger said : "Now we have cured your sick we will go. Last night my medicine told me that you had made a new medicine, one that was very strong and would bring you many horses and Black- feet scalps. Now we want our horses at once." "If the white men will rest one sleep — " Gauche began. "Then the Lance would fall sick again. My medicine says it must go," cut in Bridger. "Bring our horses." Gauche gave an order and the two animals were produced. Taking their rifles, the white men led their horses through the camp, nor did they hear any voice demanding they be held for ransom. Not until they were well beyond the tents did they mount. Bridger rode rapidly for the river and would have turned up-stream had not the sound of music caused him to rein in and stare, down the river-road in amazement. "That ain't no Injun music !" he exclaimed. "Drums, bells, violin and a clarionet," checked off Lander, his eyes lighting. PHINNY COMES AND GOES 323 "White men from the fort," muttered Bridger, riding toward the music. Soon they sighted them — a band of white men, mounted and playing their instruments as they rode. The music was most sweet in the ears of the trappers, and for a moment Bridger forgot to wonder at its coming. "Look who rides behind!" softly cried out Lander. "I see 'em," murmured Bridger, watching the figures of McKenzie and Phinny. "Remember — not a sign or a word to Phinny that you sus- pect him," warned Bridger. "The music ain't for us. Must be for the Injuns." In this surmise he was correct, for on sighting him McKenzie showed surprise, then spurred ahead, and jovially explained: "A little treat for the Assiniboins. It tickles old Gauche's fancy. We don't lose anything by humoring him. When we get him we get all his people." "Mighty good notion," admitted Bridger. Then with a little smile he reminded : "An' the A. F. C. never goes after the Injuns. Just let's 'em come to the fort or stay away." McKenzie scowled but instantly retorted: 324 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI "This display isn't to fetch trade to Fort Union'. It's to keep peace. I got word that Gauche plans to attack a party of Blackfeet that's coming in with Jacob Berger. I must stop it. I've worked too hard to get the Blackfeet to come to me to have it spoiled by that old reprobate's actions." "Why if here isn't Phinny!" exclaimed Bridger as Phinny now rode up. "Howdy, Phinny." "We meet again, Malcom," called out Lander cordially. Phinny who had been watching them through' half-closed lids, now wreathed his dark face with smiles. "Lord, Lander ! But wasn't I glad when Black Arrow's band arrived at the Crow village and said you had escaped from the Blackfeet and was on your way to Fort Union. I'm awfully glad to see you. "And, Mr. Bridger, no hard feelings I hope because I've hired Ferguson to work for us with the Crows. He wanted the place. He felt it was more steady than working for a company that goes after beaver only." "That's all right," assured Bridger. "I've got plenty of men who'll go and make opposition to him. The Crows think a heap of me. Don't PHINNY COMES AND GOES 325 make much difference what man I send there. I let Ferguson have it as he was begging for a job. But as you say H. B. men are better fitted for the A. F. C. post-trade than for going after beaver for my company.'' McKenzie ordered the musicians to go on to the camp and hold the Indians from filling the river-trail. Then he anxiously asked : "What became of you two ? You started to get the boat yesterday morning. ,We've been wor- ried about you," **The Deschamps gang and some of the Rems corralled us yesterday morning and held us for ransom. Old woman decoyed us to their cabin by saying one of the men was sick an' needed help. They're a bad mess." McKenzie cursed in genuine rage. "They've got to be wiped out," he fiercely declared. "I've stood lots from the Deschamps and Rem families. I've winked at quite a few things as they were handy as interpreters. But I'm through. I'm sorry Gardepied didn't make good his threat and kill old Deschamps. My men at the fort won't stand any more nonsense from that crowd. Where are you going now ?" "We stopped here last night to cure La Lance 326 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI of a fever. We're now going up to select the boat you said you'd sell us." *1 see," mused McKenzie, his eyes twinkling. And Phinny stared at the river as if greatly interested in its muddy current. "I did agree to sell you the best boat at the chantier, didn't I ?" McKenzie continued. "Well, I'll keep my word, although it may cramp my plans. Hard to choose between friendship and business, Mr. Bridger. Lucky I didn't promise some of those down the river. Since you went away I'm called on to use all I have." "I don't want to hold you to a promise that really fusses you," gravely said Bridger. "If you want to be let off " "No, no," hastily broke in McKenzie. "No one shall say Kenneth McKenzie went back on his word. I told you you could buy any boat up there. I'll even go with you. Some of my men might be there and not understand. They'd for- bid your taking it. One boat was the bargain. "Phinny, ride after the men and see that they start for the fort after they've tickled up the chief. Tell that old villain to take his men and camp nearer the fort and that I'll fire the cannon as a salute to his greatness. The scoundrel ! If I PHINNY COMES AND GOES 327 can get him into the fort and drunk I'll stand some show of getting* word to Berger to hold the Blackfeet away until I can send men to make the trade." Lander did not dare glance at Bridger for fear McKenzie would read the question burning in his eyes. Had Phinny learned about the packs? Was McKenzie's great need of boats due in part to their getting hold of the forty packs ? Bridger was putting the same queries to himself, although his eyes revealed nothing. "It's mighty good of you to go with us," declared Bridger. "Only wish Phinny could come along." Phinny flashed his teeth in a smile, darted a glance at his chief and regretted : ^'Business comes first. See you soon at the fort. I've got lots of St. Louis news to talk over with you, Lander. Express brought up some let- ters while I was at the Crow village." There was a taunt in this although Phinny's demeanor seemed to breathe good fellowship only. Lander forced a smile and nodded. Bridger understood his young friend's feelings and, as if it were an afterthought, called to Phinny : "I forgot to warn you, young man, that 328 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI old Deschamps seems to think youVe tied np to that wildcat girl of his. Look out for a knife when you meet 'em." The smile left Phinny's face. "Hang Des- champs!" he muttered. "With all my heart," agreed Bridger. In putting the man on his guard Bridger had punished him for plotting misery against Lander. It was simple enough to imagine the nature of the St. Louis gossip Phinny was to retail. Included in it would be the favoritism of Hurry-Up Parker for him, and the intimation that he was to marry Miss Susette. The moment he had spoken, however, Bridger knew he had scored a second point. Phinny would keep clear of the breeds. If he did not already .know about the beaver packs it was a most excellent move to discourage his intimacy with the Deschamps. The breed, having failed to secure the packs for himself, would be inclined to sell his secret to Phinny or McKenzie. Even now Papa Qair might be coming down the Yellowstone. Could Phinny and the mixed- bloods be kept apart for a few days — so much the better for the Rocky Mountain Fur Company's chances. Always provided, of course, that Phinny PHINNY COMES AND GOES 329 had not learned the truth while at the Crow village. McKenzie was most affable as the three of them galloped up the trail to the chantier. He talked on a wide range of subjects, but always edged back to Bridger's intended use of the keel- boat. The mountain man stuck to his original explanation of wishing to have an extra boat at Fort Pierre. Evidently this did not satisfy McKenzie. While a most businesslike arrange- ment, it did not account for Bridger's haste in securing the boat. It would have been more nat- ural for Prevost to send word down to St. Louis for another boat to be towed up by the packet. But here was Bridger making a long journey from the Sweetwater to the Missouri for the sole purpose ostensibly of buying a keelboat. McKen- zie refused to swallow it. On the other hand, although he cudgeled his brain, he could not see what use Bridger would have for the boat above Fort Pierre. Had he brought pack-animals the answer would have been simple. But Phinny — only Bridger could not be sure of this yet — had heard nothing while among the Crows which would tend to solve the problem. 330 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI In fact he had been amazed on reaching the fort to learn the two men were there ahead of him. Bridger was shrewd enough to detect the suspicions revolving back of McKenzie's sharp eyes, and he was pleased to believe his secret was not known. "The boat-yard is right ahead/' said McKen- zie as they came in view of cleared ground along the river bank. He pulled his horse down to a walk and smiled in a peculiar fashion at the mountain man. Bridger winked gravely at Lander, w^ho was seized with a desire to laugh. McKenzie con- tinued: "I'm sorry I made that ipromise, but I always keep my word. Look them over and take your pick. You must be satisfied with what is here, as even hospitality and my warm desire to please will not permit me to go an inch farther in the matter. Loyalty to my employers draws the line rather than my natural inclination." This well-rounded sentiment was given with much unction and McKenzie's long upper lip w^s drawn down in sanctimonious regret that it must be so. A fringe of willows concealed the river-shore until one had entered the clearing. Leaving PHINNY COMES AND GOES 331 McKenzie and Lander, Bridger eagerly pressed ahead and leaped from his horse. **I had no business to allow my admiration for Mr. Bridger to wring any promise from me/' McKenzie said to Lander. "But he has a way of getting what he wants. Phinny tells me you were employed in the A. F. C. store in St. Louis. You should have remained. Your merit would have been rewarded." "I was pitched out^ neck and crop," Lander informed him. "So, so? But there is a chance of your return- ing — yes, I believe I am warranted in saying it, even if it would sound better coming from one of my superiors, either Mr. Pierre Chouteau, or Gome of the others; I have some influence in the St. Louis office. **Or if you wish you can stay on here with me. A clerk, say, at three hundred, to stay three years. Next year I could give you a hundred more. Another hundred the third year. We want young men who work with the idea of becoming part- ners in the company, who feel they are a part of the organization." "I'm following Mr. Bridger now," said Lan- der. "If he joins the A. F. C. I should be pleased 332 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI to come in with him. He's been mighty good to me." "Well, well. Every man must decide on which side his bread is buttered. Mr. Bridger seems perplexed over the boats." "He's probably trying to make a choice," Lan- der innocently suggested, his lips twitching. "I hope he is not disappointed," mused McKenzie, his face gravely sympathetic. To relieve his fears Bridger called : "All right, Mr. McKenzie. I'll take this one. Fact, there ain't only one choice. T'other one seems to be bu'sted." "The other one — " began McKenzie. "To be sure ; the other one is damaged. I had forgotten that. And you find one that — that suits ?" "It's all right," cheerily cried Bridger. "Come down and look it over. I can't see anything wrong 'bout it." Much puzzled and deeply disturbed at the unex- pected presence of two boats, McKenzie cantered into the clearing and rode his horse down to the shelving bank. To his dismay he beheld one of his best keelboats. It was one of the two he had ordered his men surreptitiously to remove. But here it was — fast beside the broken boat. PHINNY COMES AND GOES 333 "Yes, it seems to be all right," he mumbled, mopping" his forehead with a gay silk handker- chief. "Seems to be all right." And in his heart he cursed the blunderers. "I'll send some of my men up to fetch it down for you," he added. "I'd never forgive myself if I took any more advantage of your neighborly kindness," earn- estly declared Bridger. "Lander 'n' me will work it down. I'll give you the order at the fort." "Come, come^ Mr. Bridger. Never do work you don't need to. It's a bad example for the engages and Indians," McKenzie protested with some asperity. "And you have your horses to take care of." "Here comes one of your musicians, riding like the thunder !" exclaimed Lander, recognizing the drummer. The horseman came up at a gallop, and, yank- ing his blown mount to its haunches, excitedly cried out: "Th' Deschamps gang has murdered Mr. Phinny. One of Gauche's men found him stabbed to death half a mile from th' Assiniboin camp. Th' Injun read th' trail an' says he found tracks of a Injun woman's moccasins." While McKenzie remained speechless with 334 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI horror at the news Bridger yelped out: "What sort of a knife was used?" ''Dirk." "Then th' squaw done it — old Deschamps' wildcat girl. She tried to stick a dirk into me. The old man said Phinny had promised to keep her as his woman. She probably thought he was going back on his bargain." "This is terrible!" groaned McKenzie. "I must ride back at once." As he reined his horse into the trail Bridger ran up to the messenger and said : "Your nag's blowed. Ride one of our horses to the fort, leadin' t'other two." "Yes, bring the animals along," wearily mum- bled McKenzie as he rode down the trail. Bridger piled into the keelboat and beckoned Lander to follow him. Then he warned : "Now, young feller, you're going to see some real boating. It's twenty-five miles, an' keelboats ain't s'posed to run at night except when there's a good moon. But we're going through — bent for breakfast. It'll be darker'n the inside of a beaver. We're going to pass the fort in the dark an' make the Yallerstone without being spotted. Now grab one of them poles an' hump yourself." Chapter XIV BEAVER ! BEAVER ! nf^HE boat was fifty feet long- and twelve feet * wide, an awkward craft for two men to navigate even in daylight. With night blotting out the banks and concealing snags and bars it seemed to Lander to be an impossible task. Yet by the time McKenzie was galloping down the river-road to investigate the murder of Phinny the mountain man and his younger assistant had pushed the boat into mid-stream. Motioning Lander to take a position on the starboard run- way — passe (want — of cleats, Bridger gave him a long, knobbed pole, and standing opposite him commanded in mimicry of Etienne Prevost: ''A has les perches!" Down went the poles and the two men began pushing the boat from under their feet; Bridger holding his efforts down to a level with those of his inexperienced companion. So long as they 335 336 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI exerted an identical pressure the boat held a true course. With experienced river men at the poles there was no need of a man at the tiller. Strive as he would, however, the mountain man out- pushed his employee, and the first time down the passe avant he was compelled to seize the long tiller to avoid running ashore. "Three hours of some sort of light," he mused as they straightened out once more. "We ought to make the bulk of the distance in that time, bar- ring accidents. I don't want to reach the fort till it's good and dark. Now let's see if I can't keep even with you." A little practise on the part of both, one striv- ing to increase his motive power, the other hold- ing himself in check, soon enabled them to keep to mid-channel. Time was lost at the bends as Bridger was compelled to take the tiller and leave the current to do the work. Twice they ran on to bars, but as the boat was empty they were soon afloat. Almost all the snags were well inshore on either hand — carried and hung up there by high water. As the night shut in and the banks became blurred it was diffi- cult to determine where the shadows ended and the willow and cottonwood growths began. BEAVER! BEAVER! 337 ''It's mostly luck from now on," murmured Bridger as the outstretched claw of a snag rasped against the boat. "You keep in the bow to push us off. We'll let the current do the work." The hour was now close to midnight and they would be passing the fort very soon. Lander completely lost all sense of direction. He was adrift on a limitless sea. There was no longer any such things as shores. Only the sub- dued call of a voice on the left bank dispelled this illusion of infinite space. Bridger at the tiller softly signaled for him to remain quiet. Lander crawled back and found his patron lying on top of the cargo-bOx. "See or hear anything?" came the voice, sound- ing very close. "Too foggy. They must have hung up till mornin'. Ye done gone an' let th' fire go out. Yer fire, much as it is mine. Stop yappin' an' help git it started ag'in." Bridger chuckled and whispered. "McKenzie has men out to watch for us. He's thought up some game to take the boat back. That dark smooch up there is Union." Lander rubbed his eyes but was unable to locate the "smooch." No lights were burning 338 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI in or near the fort, and only a mountain man's vision could make out the parallelogram of stock- ade and buildings. 'Then we've got by," Lander exulted under his breath. "By the fort," dryly agreed Bridger, "but we ain't by Kenneth McKenzie yet. We've got to round the Point before we can hit the Yaller- stone. We'll be there mighty soon now. That's the danger place." The Point was the narrow and thumb-shaped stretch of land formed by the river's eccentric course in running south to receive the Yellow- stone and then doubling back to the north and east. As they neared the Point the channel nar- rowed; and, as Bridger had expected, guards were stationed there. Obviously McKenzie was determined to get the boat back. "Git a light," growled a voice. "Why'n sin don't ye git that fire started ?" "Wal, gimme time/' was the snarling rejoinder. Bridger closed a hand on Lander's wrist and softly whispered : "We must git by before they start their fire." The boat glided on. The men on the bank BEAVER! BEAVER! 339 seemed to be within jumping" distance. One of them tested his memory by repeating: " *Mr. McKenzie's mighty sorry but he must have th' boat to take Mr. Phinny's dead body down-river/ " " *A11 t'other boats bein' needed for company work !' " sullenly completed the second voice. "Then we're to say that if he ain't in too much of a hurry he can have a boat arter th' rush is over. Mebbe in a week or ten days. I reckon I can tote that talk to th' Three Forks o' th' Mis- souri an' fetch it back an' never lose a word." "Shet yer trap an' open yer peepers. We'll soon be able to see things." This as a tiny spiral of flame ran up a mass of sun-dried debris. Lander held his breath. He could make out the forms of two men armed with rifles, as they passed between him and the growing fire. The blaze as yet was scarcely under way. Bridger sighed in deep content and murmured: "They'll be looking up-stream. By the time the fire gits to burning at a good lick they can look up or down an' be cussed, so far as we care. 'Nother three minutes an' we'll be nosing into the Yallerstone." 340 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI !A!s if suddenly desirous of serving Kenneth McKenzie the fire flared up and burned a broad patch across the river. Lander believed they would be discovered and crouched low to escape a bullet. But although the radius of the light zone rapidly increased it did not catch up with the receding boat ; and then again the watchers were staring up-stream. The keelboat was again in darkness although the fire was visible — a red hole through a black blanket. "We must do some poling/' said Bridger. "Here's the Yallerstone." "Where?" blankly asked Lander, unable to see anything once he removed his gaze from the fire. "Can't you feel the current pushing us to the left? Work g-ently. Sound carries like sin on the water." Lander worked with great caution, but with no intelligence. He did what his patron com- manded, but he did it blindly. If not for occa- sional backward glances at the fire he would have believed the boat was going about in circles. Then something snatched the fire from sight, and Bridger was announcing: "We've done it. We're in the Yallerstone now. Timber on this south bank hides the fire from BEAVER! BEAVER! 341 us. A little ahead is a bend. After we make that we'll hide up an' camp, an', as Etienne says, 'fumer la pipe.' " Now the work was more strenuous as they were fighting against the current. Again the task became purposeless so far as Lander could observe. It consisted of nosing ashore and back- ing out, of blundering on to bars and snags and working clear. At last he was driven to ask : "Do you know where you want to go and how near you are to arriving, Mr. Bridger?" "We're already there," assured Bridger. "Work her dead ahead." Lander stood in the stern, pushing with all his strength. He heard the rustling of branches in the bow and finally felt a limb worrying his head. "Now it's ficmer la pipe/' said Bridger. Lander reached out with his pole and found it rested on the river bank. "I reckon I could jump ashore," he said. "Reckon so, if you didn't fall in. Better stretch out on the cargo-box an' git a few feet of sleep." Both were asleep when the sun came up, but were soon awake and on the bank. The river was empty. They were above the bend and snugly 342 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI concealed under a rank spread of willow boughs. For a considerable distance the course of the river could be traced due south, and nowhere along its lonely reaches w^as there any sign of the bull-boats. Lander grew worried. Bridger was grave but lost none of his composure. He dozed, stood watch, and ate dried meat and never be- trayed any impatience. Yet when in the early afternoon he detected a moving dot far up the river his gray eyes flashed and he put up his pipe. "Some Indians from the Crow village coming to visit Fort Union," suggested Lander in a low whisper, as if the newcomer were well within hearing. "White man," muttered Bridger. "Tell by the way he paddles. Not very good at the paddle, but must have been some time. Probably he's old an' has been away from it." "Papa Clair?" exclaimed Lander, unable to make out anything except a tiny shape moving toward them with the current. Bridger made no reply for half a minute, then slowly informed the other: "Yes, It's Clair. He's taking It easy, thank the lord ! Packs must be safe, or he wouldn't be so perky an' yet so delib'rate." BEAVER! BEAVER! 343 Fascinated, Lander waited and the dot became a canoe ; then almost before he knew it the canoe leaped from the middle distance into the fore- ground, and there was Papa Clair, white hair and white mustaches and his knife in his belt. "Good day, Papa Clair," softly called out Bridger from behind the willow screen. *' Bon jour, m'sieti/' quietly returned Papa Clair, sending his canoe toward the hiding-place and picking up a rifle. "Bound to have a fight with me," saluted Bridger, poking his head into view. "Where are the bull-boats hid up?" "M'sieu Bridger! It is good to see you. Where is my young friend ? Ah — now I see you, my friend. Then all is well with you. But name of a pipe! Such a bother, the boats of the bull! They are safe. Let that be your satisfy. But w^hen we have done with them I will rip them to the devil for being blind pigs and the sons of pigs." He passed under the drooping branches and held his canoe against the boat and exchanged handshakes. His trip down the Big Horn and Yellowstone with the packs had been uneventful except for the vicissitudes of snags and bars and 344 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI the awkwardness of his craft. He had passed the Crow village in the night and seen no Indians. Five trappers had accompanied him. They had arrived and gone into hiding early in the morn- ing of this very day. Bridger in turn gave a synopsis of his and Lander's adventures, and rap- idly explained the necessity of shifting the cargo and making down the Missouri that night. "We must be well down-stream by to-morrow morning," he concluded. "We will stay here till dusk, then pole up to the packs. You go back an' fetch a couple men to help pole. It must be done in a rush. An' fetch along some grub. Lander seems to have a delicate stomach." "I go. The men are impatient to hunt along the shore. One of them swore he would go and I had to show him my pet knife to hold his inter- ests to our little camp. God is good !" With another handshake, especially warm to Lander, he pushed from under the willows and paddled up-stream. Bridger yawned and went to sleep. Lander kept awake, nervously anticipat- ing the night's work and feverishly crossing many bridges of risks and disappointments. Success meant seeing Susette. He pictured Kenneth McKenzie as the great obstacle between BEAVER! BEAVER! 345 him and the home-going. He could not imagine that gentleman remaining inactive. The failure of the keelboat to arrive at the fort was sure to cause all sorts of suspicions. The Indians would be sent to scout the country for it. The conversation of the men on guard at the Point revealed that McKenzie was determined to take the boat back and would urge an absurd excuse in order to succeed. The distance between Lander and the girl in St. Louis lengthened and stretched out during the afternoon until it seemed as if the whole world were between them. Lander succeeded in dozing off only to be aroused by the arrival of Papa Clair and two trappers. They brought a huge piece of cooked cow-meat and a bag of salt. Bridger joined Lan- der in a ravenous attack on the food. As they ate Papa Qair signaled for silence. He pointed down-stream, and Bridger crept to his side and beheld a canoe following the opposite bank. In it were two men, one white, the other an Indian. "McKenzie's clerk an' a Assiniboin," muttered Bridger. "Sent to search the river, but they seem to be half-hearted." "Behold ! They grow weary, they turn back !" "Saves us catching an' holding 'em till we can 346 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI git away," said Bridger. "After they make the bend we'll start for the bull-boats. No more scouts will come up here now ; they're going back to report." The canoe dropped down-stream and quickly disappeared around the bend. After waiting ten or fifteen minutes Papa Clair's canoe was fast- ened to the keelboat and the men quickly poled it up-stream and into an eddy. Bridger held council and selected two to make the trip as far as Fort Pierre. The others were directed to return to the Greene as soon as they had worked the keelboat out of the Yellowstone and into the Missouri. "I'm going back to the fort to give a' order for the boat an' sell the two horses," he explained. "Papa Clair will be boss here. When it gits dark you'll run down into the Missouri for 'bout a mile an' a half where the big island is. Lay up there till I come. I'm going there now in the canoe, an' I shall hide the canoe on the bank. Papa Clair, if I'm not there by midnight you're to strike for Pierre, keeping all the men with you." With a nod to Lander he stepped into the canoe and with sturdy strokes sped down the river. Striking into the Missouri, he crossed to the north BEAVER! BEAVER! 347 shore and held on until he came to the island, abreast of which Fort William was to stand two years later in brief opposition to Fort Union. The channel between the island and the river bank was narrow, and a few strokes of the paddle sent the canoe ashore. Fort Union was a little less than three miles away. Striking north, Bridger made a wide detour until he was above the fort and on the river. It was now at the edge of dusk, and he knew the keelboat would be descending the Yellowstone within an hour. He hoped his presence at the fort would concentrate and hold McKenzie's at- tention to him and that the search for the keel- boat would slow up. Almost as soon as he came up the bank from the river and entered the river- road he was quickly spied by one of the clerks. The young man was astonished at seeing him, and gasped : "Mr. Bridger! Why, we've been — Why, Mr. Bridger! That is, Mr. McKenzie was hoping you'd show up. Where's the boat ?" "Ashore," sternly replied Bridger. "I've come afoot to see your boss." He walked on, exhibiting no desire for the clerk's company; and the latter, glad to be free, ran ahead to give the news to his irate employer. 348 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI When Bridger passed through the gate he walked with a slight limp, as if lame from travel. McKenzie, on the southwest bastion balcony, saw him approaching and hastened out to greet him. His shrewd gaze took account of the limp and the downcast expression on Bridger's face. 'The boat got ashore, the clerk tells me," said McKenzie in a soothing voice. "Too bad. Too bad. I wanted you to let my men fetch it down, you know. Too much for two men to do alone and in the night. Must have grounded quite a ways up-stream." He f rov/ned slightly, unable to understand how his men had failed to find the boat after scouring both sides of the river almost to the boat-yard. "You couldn't have more'n got started." "Quite a ways," sighed Bridger, lifting a leg and tenderly feeling his ankle. "But I'm here to give you an order on the Rocky Mountain Fur Company for the boat an' to sell you the two horses." "Come inside," invited McKenzie, turning to the bastion. "I want to talk with you. Do you mind coming up to the balcony ? I've been watch- ing for Jacob Berger. He and the Blackfeet should be getting along before now. I'm afraid BEAVER! BEAVER! 349 of old Gauche. He wouldn't move his camp down here. Promised he would, but he hasn't showed up. I promised him twenty new guns and ten kegs of liquor if he wouldn't have any trouble with the Blackfeet until after they'd fetched me their trade. Slippery old rascal ! "But about the boat. I hate like the devil to back out of a bargain, but I need that boat to take Malcom Phinny's body down-river. He stands high in St. Louis with the A. F. C. and with the people of the city '* "Bah!" broke in Bridger in huge disgust. "You just stick that young devil up in a tree to dry same's you would a' Injun an' send his carcass down-river when your steamer comes along. He betrayed my man Lander into the hands of the Blackfeet ; he killed my man Porker. He an' old Deschamps planned to murder Lander the min- ute they I'amed he was at the rendezvous." "I don't believe it!" "Careful, Mr. McKenzie. Me, Jim Bridger, says it. An' I don't accuse any man till I know. Phinny was worse'n a' Injun. The A. F. C. don't owe him any partic'lar attention." "It's hard for me to believe it," corrected Mc- Kenzie, his face flushing. In truth he never had 3SO KINGS OF THE MISSOURI had the slightest suspicion that Phinny was carry- ing on any campaign of hate against Lander. "Of course it's hard for you to beHeve it until I say it's a fact, but it's true. Even if he didn't take naturally to murdering, why such a hurry to git his dead body down-river when you've already told headquarters the steamboat will let you keep live men up here an' pay 'em off in goods at the reg'lar Injun-trade profit? "Mr. McKenzie, I'm keeping the boat. The bargain's made an' you'll stick to it." "I'll stick to it when I know what you want that boat for," retorted McKenzie. "I'm some- thing more than a trader up here. I'm called the King of the Missouri, perhaps you'll remember. I'm not only responsible to the A. F. C. for what goes on up here, but I'm also responsible to the United States government." "Was you responsible to the United States government when you set up your distillery?" asked Bridger with a grin. "That was to conduct scientific experiments with our natural fruits and berries," McKenzie haughtily replied. "The government is perfectly satisfied, and that matter is ended." "An' the still is bu'sted up," added Bridger. BEAVER! BEAVER! 351 "Why, every one knows how Pierre Chouteau, Jr., worked his head off in getting Senator Ben- ton to fix it so the A. F. C. wouldn't lose its license. It took every ounce of power an' influ- ence Old Bullion had at that to straighten it out. "Now youVe 'lowed by your words that I'm doing something I hadn't oughter. I'm waiting for you to take them words back." McKenzie bit his lips, then smiled graciously and declared : "Jim Bridger, I never accused you of any wrong-doing. You're going to be one of us some time. But as King of the Missouri I must keep an eye on things." "A King of the Missouri. I'm a King of the Missouri too," said Bridger. "So is Jim Baker an' Etienne Prevost an' Papa Clair an' a whole herd of others. Now we'll make out an order for that boat an' I'll sell you the two horses." "I refuse to sell the boat," stiffly decided Mc- Kenzie. "Whenever I find it I shall seize it ; and I do not care to buy your horses." "I don't give a hang 'bout the horses ; but the boat's mine. If you won't take an order on the Rocky Mountain Fur Company then I'll credit it against what the A. F. C. owes me for the robes I traded to Phinny. I'll trade my horses to old 352 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI Gauche. He thinks I'm prime medicine. Reckon ril put a winter man with him. He'd do well." "If you'll agree not to put a winter man in with Gauche you can have the boat for four hun- dred dollars and I'll take the horses," growled McKenzie. "You ain't losing a penny on that boat," sol- emnly declared Bridger. "Boat prices have gone up mighty smart. So's the price on horses. We'll call the horses two hundred apiece. That squares off the boat an' saves bookkeeping. Got Deschamps yet?" "No. My men are after Deschamps now. If they'd been at hand you might have decided you didn't want the boat. If Gardepied is with the Blackfeet I'll send him after Deschamps." "Here comes some one in a hurry. Probably bringing word that they've found Deschamps," said Bridger, pointing to a man riding furiously toward the stockade gate from the river-road. McKenzie quit the balcony and ran down the stairs with Bridger close behind him. The new- comer rode into the stockade as McKenzie ran from the bastion. One glance and Bridger dodged behind a group of clerks and edged to- ward the gate. BEAVER! BEAVER! 353 "Kenneth McKenzie!" cried the horseman, leaping from his animal and glaring wildly about. "Yes, yes, Berger! Here I am. Mr. Bridger and I were on the balcony and saw you coming." "Bridger?" gasped Berger. "So he knew enough to fetch the forty packs of beaver he got from the Blackfeet to you 'stead of tryin' to git 'em down to St. Louis. It's a fine trade even if ye do have to give some presents to the Black- feet — to them what's left, anyway." "Forty packs of beaver! ! That's the answer to the keelboat!" yelled McKenzie. "Where's Bridger? He was here a second ago. Find him, you idiots ! Don't let him get away in that A. F. C. keelboat!" But by this time Bridger was through the gate and running along the western stockade to make the woods at the north. "Forty packs of beaver, and the A. F. C. kindly letting him have a boat to take them down-river !" moaned McKenzie. "There's something else to worry 'bout, Mr. McKenzie," panted Berger, staggering to him and clutching his arm. "I'm wounded an' can't talk a whale of a lot. That cussed old p'isoner of a Gauche had his men fire into th' Blackfoot 354 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI lodges two hours ago. Killed a heap of warriors an' got away with three hundred ponies. It ain't no time to talk 'bout Bridger's beaver packs un- less ye wanter lose th' Blackfoot trade." While McKenzie was confronting this new problem Bridger was making the best of the dusk and the confusion in the fort to reach a point where it would be safe to turn his course toward the island. He assumed that all the hubbub inside the stockade had resulted from McKenzie's dis- covery of his plans. So he spared himself none in racing to the concealed canoe. He believed the search for him would be up the river, as he had arrived from that direction. An hour later he was hiding on the up-stream tip of the island and answering a low signal out on the water. Ten minutes passed and Papa Clair was softly announcing: "We arrive, M'sieu Bridger. Holy blue, but your medicine was strong to let you go to the fort and return." "All the men except two take this canoe an' hustle back up the Yallerstone," cried Bridger. "Berger's come with his Blackfeet an' they may strike for home through the Crow country, an' it's best for you men to have a big start of 'em. An' keep humping. Now we'll travel." Chapter XV SUSETTE IN THE GARDEK ¥T WAS Lander*s second visit to the American ^ Fur Company's office within two hours. He had arrived that morning and had lost no time in presenting the order, only to find Parker was not down yet. He walked to the levee and watched Etienne Prevost superintend the removal of the beaver packs to the Washington Avenue store. "Mr. Parker isn't here, and won't be here to- day," the clerk informed him on this second call. "He's sick. Say, Mr. Lander, the whole town's talking about your beaver. Prevost said you was to get ten thousand for yourself. Mr. Bridger must be a mighty nice feller to work for." "He's the best there ever was," fervently declared Lander, thrilled to have even a clerk "mister" him. Incidentally the town's gossip about his ten- thousand-dollar bonus was correct, although 355 356 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI Bridger could have claimed all for the Rocky Mountain Fur Company after paying the Hudson Bay Company its ten per cent., or four thousand dollars. "He told me back in the mountains he would do right by me. He's done better than that. After saving me from Indian torture he didn't need to make me any present. If Mr. Bridger wants me to skin a skunk I'm ready for the job. I'll call to-morrow about the order " "Hold on!" cried the clerk, grinning sheep- ishly. "I got excited over your good luck — ^just a plain fool, I am. I sent a boy to Mr. Parker after your first visit. He sent back word for you to bring the order to him. If it's all right he'll O. K. it and you can put it in the bank." "Why didn't you say so?" snapped Lander, darting from the office and hurrying to the Pine Street house. His heart threatened to choke him as he entered the yard and mounted the porch and rang. His eyes were blurred and he felt faint as the door slowly opened. He expected to behold Susette. Instead it was a maid. Without a word she motioned him to enter and go into a room off the hall. Again his heart SUSETTE IN THE GARDEN 357 played him tricks, but on entering the room he found only Parker. He was reclining in a chair and was scowling villainously. "Show me that order," Parker growled. "Don't stand there like an idiot. Have you an order on the A. F. C, or haven't you?" Without a word Lander presented it. Parker frowned over it, grunted several times, then endorsed it and handed it back and demanded: "Why didn't you bring it here at once when you heard I was laid up? Loafing round town and enjoying your reputation for being a moun- tain man, eh? Pushing your smug face round for people to admire while your boss' business was sliding to the dogs." "You forget I wasn't to come here till I was asked," Lander answered, his face dismal with disappointment. All the down-river day-dreams were dead. His medicine was weak and foolish. "What about your getting a big batch of beaver?" sneered Parker. "Jim Bridger pulled me and forty packs out of a Blackfoot camp. I take no credit for that," he wearily replied. Then with a sudden flash of spirit: "But I did help Mr. Bridger bring them from 358 KINGS OF THE MISSOURI Fort Union in a keelboat we got from Mr. Mc- Kenzie. I am a little bit proud of that. Your whole Upper Missouri outfit tried to stop us and couldn't. Now I'll be going along.'' "Stop, you idiot!" thundered Parker, and Lander wheeled expecting to be attacked. "You and your twopenny reputation! Want to get back down-town and have folks point you out, eh ? You a mountain man ! Why, you young pup — " "That's enough," choked Lander. "I may never be a mountain man, but I'm done standing your abuse, sir." "Then what'n the devil you hanging round here for? Huh? Eh? Get out, you impudent cub. Hi! Not that way. Out the back way, same's the servants do." Pale with passion, yet compelling himself to remember it was a sick man and Susette's father. Lander persisted in making for the front door. Again Parker's voice called profanely after him and added : "The other way ! She's in the garden." An hour passed before they began their return to earth. "Your father was so queer. I don't under- 'SUSETTE IN THE GARDEN 359 stand it," said Lander. "I'm sure he sent me here. He said you were here. But he talked to me something — Well, never mind." "I've been rather disagreeable to father since you* went away," she cooed, snuggling closer. "I wouldn't eat anything — when he was around. Then that funny Etienne Prevost was up here this morning and talked with him. Their swear- ing was something terrible at first. "Then father calmed down and let Prevost deliver a message Mr. Bridger sent by him. The message was all about you, and father must have listened with both ears. He thinks Mr. Bridger is awfully smart: "But they were such horrible things about you I couldn't believe a word, of course. Killing people with knives ! As if my darling would ever do that! But it was just the kind of stuff to please father. My maid listened at the keyhole like a little cat, and came and told me. Probably she made most of it up. But such awful stories, dearest! Still they pleased father, for I heard him chuckling after Mr. Prevost had gone. "When he saw you coming he told me to come out here. I told him I was his daughter but that I must and would see you, and he said it would 36o KINGS OF THE MISSOURI look better if you did the chasing. He hurt my pride terribly. But I knew he would send you to me and I felt better. And you are really and truly my King of the Missouri !" "No, no," cried Lander. "I'm hardly fit to rank as a common soldier of the Missouri." "A Prince of the Missouri, anyway — I'm par- tial to princes. And I like the way you wear your hair over your shoulders. Naughty ! Hold still. It's my ribbon, you know. A prince should feel very proud to wear his lady's ribbon. Now you must come and let father see you in the new ribbon .... Now I know you don't love me !" THE END 14 DAY USE RETURN TO DESK FROM WHICH BORROWED LOAN DEPT. This book is due on the last date stamped below, or on the date to which renewed. Renewed books are subject to immediate recall. 2ih>d3^ RCCD LD 5/!l ^^^A tARBARA INTEauSRAR-Y WPAH JUN fs^M-^^^ -WBSi ^ JUL 2 7 7« LD 2lA-60m-4,'64 (E4555sl0)476B General Library , University of California Berkeley ye 31782