What made me accommodating just then I do not know, but I suddenly remembered some tobacco that Reed had left in my tent.
"Hard Rope," I said, "here is some tobacco. I forgot I had it, because I don't care for it. Take it all."
The scout seized it with as much gratitude as an Indian shows, but he did not go away at once.
"Something else now?" I questioned not unkindly.
"You Judge Baronet's son?"
He came very close to me, putting both hands on my shoulders, and looking steadily into my eyes he said solemnly, "You will be safe. No evil come near you."
"Thank you, Hard Rope, but I will keep my powder dry just the same," I answered.
All the time in the Inman camp the scout shadowed me. On the evening before our start for Fort Hays to be mustered out of service he came to me as I sat alone beside the Washita, breathing deeply the warm air of an April twilight. I had heard no word from home since I left Topeka in October. Marjie must be married, as Jean had said. I had never known the half-breed to tell a lie. It was so long ago that that letter of hers to me had miscarried. She thought of course that I had taken it and even then refused to stay at home. Oh, it was all a hopeless tangle, and now I might be dreaming of another man's wife. I had somehow grown utterly hopeless now. Jean—oh, the thought was torture—I could not feel sure about him. He might be shadowing her night and day. Custer did not tell me what had become of the Indian, and I had seen on the Sweetwater what such as he could do for a Kansas girl. As I sat thus thinking, Hard Rope squatted beside me.
"You go at sunrise?" pointing toward the east.