American fiction -- 19th century; Short stories; Western stories
“Mornin', miss. I hear they're havin' an Injin scare over at the
Barrens. I reckon them men must feel mighty mean at bein' stumped by a
lady!”
“I don't think they believed I would go, and some of them had their
wives with them,” returned the young lady indifferently; “besides,
they are Eastern people, who don't know Indians as well as WE do, Mr.
Foster.”
The driver blushed with pleasure at the association. “Yes, ma'am,” he
laughed, “I reckon the sight of even old 'Fleas in the Blanket' over
there,” pointing to the Indian, who was walking stolidly away from the
station, “would frighten 'em out o' their boots. And yet he's got inside
his hat the business card o' this gentleman--Mr. Dick Boyle, traveling
for the big firm o' Fletcher & Co. of Chicago”--he interpolated, rising
suddenly to the formal heights of polite introduction; “so it sorter
looks ez ef any SKELPIN' was to be done it might be the other way round,
ha! ha!”
Miss Cantire accepted the introduction and the joke with polite but cool
abstraction, and climbed lightly into the box seat as the mail bags
and a quantity of luggage--evidently belonging to the evading
passengers--were quickly transferred to the coach. But for his fair
companion, the driver would probably have given profane voice to his
conviction that his vehicle was used as a “d----d baggage truck,” but
he only smiled grimly, gathered up his reins, and flicked his whip. The
coach plunged forward into the dust, which instantly rose around it, and
made it thereafter a mere cloud in the distance. Some of that dust for
a moment overtook and hid the Indian, walking stolidly in its track,
but he emerged from it at an angle, with a quickened pace and a peculiar
halting trot. Yet that trot was so well sustained that in an hour he had
reached a fringe of rocks and low bushes hitherto invisible through the
irregularities of the apparently level plain, into which he plunged and
disappeared. The dust cloud which indicated the coach--probably owing
to these same irregularities--had long since been lost on the visible
horizon.
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