While she was selecting and packing this bundle Colter again entered and, without speaking, began to rummage in the corner where her father kept his possessions. This irritated Ellen.
“What do y’u want there?” she demanded.
“Wal, I reckon your dad wants his papers—an’ the gold he left heah—an’ a change of clothes. Now doesn’t he?” returned Colter, coolly.
“Of course. But I supposed y’u would have me pack them.”
Colter vouchsafed no reply to this, but deliberately went on rummaging, with little regard for how he scattered things. Ellen turned her back on him. At length, when he left, she went to her father’s corner and found that, as far as she was able to see, Colter had taken neither papers nor clothes, but only the gold. Perhaps, however, she had been mistaken, for she had not observed Colter’s departure closely enough to know whether or not he carried a package. She missed only the gold. Her father’s papers, old and musty, were scattered about, and these she gathered up to slip in her own bundle.
Colter, or one of the men, had saddled Spades, and he was now tied to the corral fence, champing his bit and pounding the sand. Ellen wrapped bread and meat inside her coat, and after tying this behind her saddle she was ready to go. But evidently she would have to wait, and, preferring to remain outdoors, she stayed by her horse. Presently, while watching the men pack, she noticed that Springer wore a bandage round his head under the brim of his sombrero. His motions were slow and lacked energy. Shuddering at the sight, Ellen refused to conjecture. All too soon she would learn what had happened, and all too soon, perhaps, she herself would be in the midst of another fight. She watched the men. They were making a hurried slipshod job of packing food supplies from both cabins. More than once she caught Colter’s gray gleam of gaze on her, and she did not like it.
“I’ll ride up an’ say good-by to Sprague,” she called to Colter.
“Shore y’u won’t do nothin’ of the kind,” he called back.
There was authority in his tone that angered Ellen, and something else which inhibited her anger. What was there about Colter with which she must reckon? The other two Texans laughed aloud, to be suddenly silenced by Colter’s harsh and lowered curses. Ellen walked out of hearing and sat upon a log, where she remained until Colter hailed her.
“Get up an’ ride,” he called.