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"It is named after an age-old dweller in our midst whom, since you are a
Westerner, you must have often met."
"Who is that?"
"Mr. Rattlesnake."
"Oh, certainly. I've met him on many occasions--mostly to his sorrow, I
fancy. Rattlesnake Reservation, eh?"
"Well, that would be it in English. But in the Pauba tongue Mr.
Rattlesnake becomes Showut Poche-daka."
"What's that!" Oliver turned quickly in his saddle to find her dark wide
eyes fixed on him intently. "Say that again, please."
"Showut Poche-daka," she repeated slowly.
"M'm-m! Strikes me as something of a coincidence--a part of that name."
"Showut is one word," she said, still watching him. "Poche and daka are
two words hyphenated."
"And how do the English-speaking people spell the second word, Poche?"
he asked.
"P-o-c-h-e," she spelled distinctly. "Long o, accent on the first
syllable."
Oliver reined in. "Stop a second," he ordered crisply. "Why, that's the
way my horse's name is spelled. Say, that's funny!"
"Is your trail growing plainer?"
He looked at her earnestly. "Look here," he said bluntly. "I distinctly
remember telling you the other day that my horse's name is Poche. Didn't
you connect it with the name of the reservation at the time?"
"I did."
He looked at her in silence. "You did, eh?" he remarked finally. "I
don't even know what my horse's name means. Dad bought him while I was
away at college. I understood the horse was named that when Dad got hold
of him, and that he merely hadn't changed it. Now, I won't say that Dad
told me as much outright, but I gathered that impression somehow. I knew
it was an Indian name, but had no idea of the meaning."
"Literally Poche means bob-tailed--short-tailed. That's why it occurs in
the title of our friend Mr. Rattlesnake. While your Poche-horse is not
bob-tailed, his tail is rather heavy and short, you'll admit. Has
nothing of the length and graceful sweep of White Ann's tail, if you'll
pardon me."
"You can't lead me into joshing just now, young lady. Answer this: Why
didn't you tell me, when I told you my _caballo's_ name, that you knew
what it meant? Most everybody asks me what it means when I tell 'em his
name; but you did not even show surprise over the oddity of it--and I
wondered. And before, when you spoke of this tribe of Indians, you
called them the Paubas."
"Certainly I showed no surprise, for I am familiar with the word poche
and have just proved that I know its meaning. And I'm not very clever at
simulating an emotion that I don't feel. I didn't tell you, moreover,
because I wanted you to find out for yourself. I thought you'd do so
here. Yes--and I deliberately called these people the Paubas. They _are_
Paubas--a branch of the Pauba tribe."
"I thought you were to help me," he grumbled. "You're adding to the
mystery, it seems to me."
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