The Indian spoke no word as he bent and seized Cheetim by the hair. Again the man opened his eyes. He saw the butcher knife in the hand of the Indian and screamed.
"Fer God's sake don't!" he cried. "I'll give you whiskey, money--anything you want ef you'll let me go."
Shoz-Dijiji did not answer him. The keen blade sank into the flesh of the white man. Cheetim screamed and struggled. There was a quick, deft, circular motion of Shoz-Dijiji's hand, and a bloody scalp-lock dangled from the fingers of the war chief. It was then that Cheetim fainted.
Shoz-Dijiji sat down and waited. Five, ten, fifteen minutes he waited before Cheetim gave signs of returning consciousness. Still Shoz-Dijiji waited. At last the white man was fully cognizant of his surroundings. He began to weep tears of self pity. Shoz-Dijiji arose and bent over him.
"What are you going to do?" shrieked his victim, but the Apache did not answer him--in words. Instead he took some buckskin thongs from his pouch and making a running noose in one end of each he slipped one upon each wrist and ankle of the prostrate man. Then with his butcher knife he cut some stakes from stout shrubs that grew about them. Returning to Cheetim he turned the man upon his back and, stretching each arm and leg to its full extent, out spread, he staked the screaming coward to the ground.
Rising, he stood looking down at Cheetim for a long minute. Then, in silence, he turned and walked away, back along the trail he had come.
"Don't leave me!" screamed Cheetim. "Fer God's sake come back! Come back and kill me. Don't leave me here to die alone--like this!"
Shoz~Dijiji, war chief of the Be-don-ko-he1 walked on in silence. Not once did he turn to look back in the direction of the first enemy he had ever tortured. Had he, he would have seen a vulture circling high against the blue on stationary wings above the last victim of the Apache Devil.
Where he had left Nejeunee Shoz-Dijiji found Luis Mariel waiting for him.
"I knew that you would come back to your pony," said Luis.
"Why did you follow me?" demanded the Apache.
"The Senorita sent me after you."
"Why?"
"She wished me to say to you that you are to come back to her."
It was dark when Luis Mariel and Shoz-Dijiji rode into the ranch yard of the Crazy B. Wichita Billings was standing beneath the cottonwood trees that grew in front of the ranch house as they rode up to her and dismounted.
"Luis," she said, "take his horse and yours and turn them into the east pasture; then go to the cook house. Chung will give you supper."
Shoz-Dijiji said nothing. He watched Luis leadipg Nejeunee away. He waited. Wichita came close to him and laid her hands upon his breast as she had once before, long ago. Again came the terrible urge to take her in his arms, but this time he did not surrender to it.
"You sent for me?" he asked.
"To ask you to forgive me."
"For what?"
"For everything," she replied.
"There is nothing to forgive. You did not understand -- that is all."
"I understand now."
"I am glad," he said simply. "Is that all?"
"No. Kreff has left. I do not know why. He wouldn't even stop for supper. Just got his stuff and his check and rode away. I need another foreman. Will you take the job?"
"Do you want me?"
"Yes."
"Then I will take it. Now I go to the bunk house."
"Wait."
"Is there something more?"
"Yes. You know there is. Oh! Shoz-Dijiji, are you a man or a stone?" she cried.
"I am an Apache, Senorita," he said. "Do not forget that. I am an Apache, and you are a white girl."
"I do not care. I love you!" She came very close to him again.
"Are you very sure, Chita,?" he asked. "You must make no mistake this time."
"I am very sure, Shoz-Dijiji."
"We shall see," he said, "for we must both be sure. Shoz- Dijiji will be very happy if he finds that you can love him even though he is an Indian--then he will tell you something that you will be glad to know, but not now."
"There is something that you could tell me now that I should like to hear, Shoz-Dijiji," she whispered.
"What is that?"
"You have not told me that you love me."
The war chief took his mate into his arms and looked down into her tear filled eyes.
"Shoz-Dijiji no sabe," he said, smiling. Then he bent and covered her lips with his.
In the east pasture a filly nickered, and a pinto stallion arched his neck and answered her.
THE END