negro! Poor devil! where can he have
come from, I wonder?"
Only my head was visible--a thick bush in front of me concealing my
body. The coat of char upon my face was deceiving her.
"No, not a negro," said I, stepping out and discovering my person--"not
a negro, though I have been submitted to the treatment of one."
"Ho! white, red, and black! Mercy on me, what a frightful harlequin!
Ha, ha, ha!"
"My toilet appears to amuse you, fair huntress? I might apologise for
it--since I can assure you it is not my own conception, nor is it to my
taste any more than--"
"You are a white man, then?" said she, interrupting me--at the same time
stepping nearer to examine me.
"I was, yesterday," I replied, turning half round, to give her a sight
of my shoulders, which the Indian artist had left untouched. "To-day, I
am as you see."
"O heavens!" she exclaimed, suddenly changing her manner, "this red? It
is blood! You are wounded, sir? Where is your wound?"
"In several places I am wounded; but not dangerously. They are only
scratches: I have no fear of them."
"Who gave you these wounds?"
"Indians. I have just escaped from them."
"Indians! What Indians?"
"Arapahoes."
"Arapahoes! Where did you encounter them?"
The question was put in a hurried manner, and in a tone that betrayed
excitement.
"On the Huerfano," I replied--"by the Orphan butte. It was the band of
a chief known as the Red-Hand."
"Ha! The Red-Hand on the Huerfano! Stranger! are you sure of this?"
The earnest voice in which the interrogatory was again put somewhat
surprised me. I answered by giving a brief and rapid detail of our
capture, and subsequent treatment--without mentioning the names of my
travelling companions, or stating the object of our expedition. Indeed,
I was not allowed to enter into particulars. I was hurried on by
interpellations from my listener--who, before I could finish the
narrative of my escape, again interrupted me, exclaiming in an excited
manner:
"Red-Hand in the valley of the Huerfano! news for Wa-ka-ra!" After a
pause she hastily inquired: "How many warriors has the Red-Hand with
him?"
"Nearly two hundred."
"Not more than two hundred?"
"No--rather less, I should say."
"It is well--You say you have a horse?"
"My horse is at hand."
"Bring him up, then, and come along with me!"
"But my comrades? I must follow the train, that I may be able to return
and rescue them?"
"Yo
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