Naab translated the excited Indian's mingling of Navajo and Piute
languages to mean just what George had said. "Snap ahead of riders--
Silvermane far, far ahead of Snap--running fast--damn!"
"Mescal's pushing him hard to make the sand-strip," said George.
"Piute--three fires to-night--Lookout Point!" This order meant the
execution of August Naab's hurry-signal for the Navajos, and after he had
given it, he waved the Indian toward the cliff, and lapsed into a silence
which no one dared to break.
Naab consigned the bodies of the rustlers to the famous cemetery under
the red wall. He laid Dene in grave thirty-one. It was the grave that
the outlaw had promised as the last resting-place of Dene's spy. Chance
and Culver he buried together. It was noteworthy that no Mormon rites
were conferred on Culver, once a Mormon in good standing, nor were any
prayers spoken over the open graves.
What did August Naab intend to do? That was the question in Hare's mind
as he left the house. It was a silent day, warm as summer, though the
sun was overcast with gray clouds; the birds were quiet in the trees;
there was no bray of burro or clarion-call of peacock, even the hum of
the river had fallen into silence.
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