And what he did with this brave he did with all the others of the wounded able to move a hand.  The debt to savage treachery was paid, savagely enough, when he turned back to the wagons, and such was the rage of all at this last assault that no voice was raised to stay his hand.

“There’s nothing like tobacker,” asserted Jackson coolly when he had reentered the corral and it came to the question of caring for his arrow wound.  “Jest tie on a good chaw o’ tobacker on each side o’ that hole an’ ’twon’t be long afore she’s all right.  I’m glad it went plumb through.  I’ve knowed a arrerhead to pull off an’ stay in when the sinew wroppin’s got loose from soakin’.

“Look at them wrists,” he added, holding up his hands.  “They twisted that rawhide clean to the bone, damn their skins!  Pertendin’ to be friends!  They put me in front sos’t you’d let ’em ride up clost—­that’s the Crow way, to come right inter camp if they can, git in close an’ play friends.  But, believe me, this ain’t but the beginnin’.  They’ll be back, an’ plenty with ’em.  Them Crows ain’t west of the Pass fer only one thing, an’ that’s this wagon train.”

They gathered around him now, plying him with questions.  Sam Woodhull was among those who came, and him Jackson watched narrowly every moment, his own weapon handy, as he now described the events that had brought him hither.

“Our train come inter the Sweetwater two days back o’ you all,” he said.  “We seed you’d had a fight but had went on.  We knowed some was hurt, fer we picked up some womern fixin’s—­tattin’, hit were—­with blood on hit.  And we found buryin’s, the dirt different color.”

They told him now of the first fight, of their losses, of the wounded; told him of the near escape of Molly Wingate, though out of courtesy to Woodhull, who stood near, they said nothing of the interrupted wedding.  The old mountain man’s face grew yet more stern.

“That gal!” he said.  “Her shot by a sneakin’ Rapa-hoe?  Ain’t that a shame!  But she’s not bad—­she’s comin’ through?”

Molly Wingate, who stood ready now with bandages, told him how alike the two arrow wounds had been.

“Take an’ chaw tobacker, ma’am,” said he.  “Put a hunk on each side, do-ee mind, an’ she’ll be well.”

“Go on and tell us the rest,” someone demanded.

“Not much to tell that ye couldn’t of knew, gentlemen,” resumed the scout.  “Ef ye’d sont back fer us we’d of jined ye, shore, but ye didn’t send.”

“How could we send, man?” demanded Woodhull savagely.  “How could we know where you were, or whether you’d come—­or whether you’d have been of any use if you had?”

“Well, we knew whar you-all was, ’t any rate,” rejoined Jackson.  “We was two days back o’ ye, then one day.  Our captain wouldn’t let us crowd in, fer he said he wasn’t welcome an’ we wasn’t needed.

“That was ontel we struck the big Crow trail, with you all a follerin’ o’ hit blind, a-chasin’ trouble as hard as ye could.  Then he sont me on ahead to warn ye an’ to ask ef we should jine on.  We knowed the Crows was down atter the train.