The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1914-08-18
Continued From Yesterday
CHAPTER VII.


CHAPTER VII.
Red Feather
One afternoon in October two
years later, Brick Wilcox sat
smoking his pipe before the open
door of his dugout.
Suddenly he detected a shadow
creeping over the reddish-brown
stone passage.
At first glimpse of that shadow
of a feathered head, Wilcox lev
eled his gun, covering an APP
preaching horseman. AS only one
Indian came into view, and as this
Indian was armed in a manner as
astounding as il was irresistible,
Wilcox lowered his weapon, and
advanced to meet him.
The Indian sprang to the
ground, and lifted from the horse
the child for whose sake Wilcox
had separated himself from his
kind.
The Indian made a sign to the
little girl TO remain with the
horse; then he glided forward,
holding a filled pipe in his ex-
tended hand.
w 40 II NOd thdl iCiL PiPN
and tobacco on my stove two
years ago?" Wilcox asked, alb
ruptly.
"Yes. You got it? We will
smoke" He seated himself grave
1y on the ground.
Wilcox went into the cabin,
and brought out the clay pipe.
They smoked. Wilcox cast COW
ert glances toward the girl. She
stood slim and straight. The face
of the sleeping child of five was
the same, however, as this of the
seven-year-old maid, except that
II had grown more beautiful.
Wilcox was wonderfully NOV
ed. What are you going to do
with that girl?" he demanded.
"You take herr" inquired the
chief, passively.
yes take her"
Good" The Indian smoked
serenely.
"Where'd you find herr"
mot been lost. Her safe all
time. Sometimes in one village
here, then there, two, three
move her about. Safe all time. |
never forget. There she is. You
take herr"
Il said so, didn't I? Where's
her daddy"
Him safe too" He looked at
the sun. Long trail before me.
I go, now"
mot much you don't go! Not
this minute. Where is that girls
daddy?"
Him settle among my tribe.
Marry my daughter. That girl
not his daughter-daught of
dead woman. Keep her away
from him all time so him forget
white people, be good Indian. Him
very glad, every day-my daugh-
ter his wife. She keep scalp
ing knife from his head MY
braves capture = they dance
about fire, she say No. She mar
ry him"
Red Feather, for that was the
chiefs name, rose, straight as an
arrow, and turned his grim face
toward the horse.
wilcox strobe forward and adj
dressed the girl: Are you will
ing to stay with me, little One?"
Oue SnTdnk bdCh lIOun the VIII
figure, saying with disaproval.
Much HART"
Wilcox laid his hand on his
breast, returning, Much heart!"
Him white" said Red Feather.
swinging himself upon his horse.
Him save your life. Sometime
me come visit. come eat, come
stay with you.
AS he wheeled about, she held
out her arms toward him, crying
wildly. Don't go! Don't leave
me! Him much hair!"
The Indian dashed away with
out turning his head.
Good lord, honey" exclaimed
wilcox at his wits end, don't
ery!"
She looked at him repellently
through her streaming tears. Big
HART" she cried. big hairl"
And must l cut it Off I'll
make my head as smooth as yon-
der bald-headed mountatn-peak
IL It'll keep you from crying"
Her sobbing grew less violent.
Wilcox, observing that the tenn
pest was abating, continued In
his most appealing manner:
I'm going to do whatever you
say, honey, and you're going to