That the advice was good there was little doubt, and since Jack supported it with vehemence, Joe obeyed, though he felt far from sleepy. Indeed, he was almost too excited to be that; for, recollect, the events of the day had been sufficiently rousing for a youth of his age and experience. He had been engaged in a desperate struggle with a bully, with a man who would have killed him with pleasure, and who, in fact, did his best to bring about that ending. And now he and his friends were in chase of the murderer. He, Joe, was away in the wilds of Canada, in the backwoods, with the open sky above him, about to Sleep beneath it for the first time in his life. He drew a blanket which Jack had brought round his body, and lay down on a bed of spruce that Jim had cut. And there for a while he lay without movement, his eyes blinking at the glowing embers of the fire. A little later his head dropped lower, while the men chatting in low voices round the fire heard his sonorous breathing.
"Good plucked "un, him," remarked Jim, pulling his pipe from his mouth and pointing the stem at the rec.u.mbent figure. "There"s many as would have backed out of that "ere ruction and left Tom to fend for hisself.
He"s the sort we want in this country. A chap as can put up a fight with a murderer double his size can face the troubles that come to all colonists. Pa.s.s the "bacca, Jack. I came away in such a hurry that I"ve none."
"Do you know his history?" asked Jack Bailey after a while, when they had smoked silently for some few minutes, the smoke from their pipes ascending into the cool evening air and mingling with that from the fire where it met the leaves overhead. "He"s a better sort--one of the better cla.s.s in England."
"As you can see," agreed George. "Heard anything of him, Jim?"
"Jest this," came the answer. "There"s a man named Fennick as was close handy to me this five years back. Well, seems he came out with Joe, and they write to one another every now and again. In fact, this Joe"s going along to join him one of these days as soon as he"s learned farming. Fennick just swears by the lad; says as he organized a band of volunteers on the way out when the ship got afire, and helped to fight the flames. So Joe ain"t fought a murderer only; that"s why I agreed as he was a good plucked "un. Now I"m fer bed; most like we shall have a hard day of it ter-morrer. I know Mike; he"s a boy fer pushing ahead. There"s nothing tires him. Gee! I wouldn"t wonder if we was in fer a hairy sort of time on this business. Joe are likely to come up agin trouble beside which his fight with Hurley warn"t nothing."
Peace reigned over the slumbering camp within half an hour. The watchful stars glowed down upon the little band and seemed to guard them. Slowly the hours drew along towards morning, when the pursuit of the murderer would be taken up in earnest. And which one of the band could say what sort of experience awaited them? Perhaps Jim would be right. It was more than likely that Joe might find himself plunged into a conflict beside which his fight this day was a mere scrimmage.
But whatever the prospect might be, it did not disturb his slumbers.
Joe hardly so much as turned till the first rays of a brilliant sun streamed into his eyes on the following morning.
CHAPTER VIII
Hank makes his Appearance
The sound of hoofs trampling through the wood was the first thing that came to Joe"s ears as he sprang from his spruce bed and looked about him. Someone was coming towards the camp through the forest, while about the still-smouldering fire lay the figures of his sleeping comrades.
"Peter and Mike coming back, I expect," he told himself. "But supposing it were Hurley?"
There was just a bare possibility that the sounds were produced by that individual, and, lest it should be the case, Joe gripped a thick stake and awaited events. Then a shout escaped him, while an answering welcome hail sounded through the camp and set every one of the sleepers stirring.
"I see you right enough!" shouted Peter, laughing as he dropped from his horse. "I seed Joe grip a hold of a stake when he heard us, thinking maybe we was Hurley. He was game, he was, to put up another fight with the bully. But we ain"t, you see, lad, and so let"s get to breakfast."
It appeared that Peter had met with Mike late the previous night, and the two had rested beside the railway; and now they came into the camp, bringing with them a couple of followers. These proved to be Indians--not the Red Indian one sees often pictured, but lean men with bent figures, and dressed in shabby buckskins. Their black hair was trained back from their faces and tied at their necks. Their thin faces were seamed and lined as if with many troubles, while their bent figures, their wrinkles, and their general appearance gave one the impression that Mike had brought old men with him.
"But don"t you think it," said the policeman, when he dropped from his horse and was seated near the fire awaiting a meal. "They"re men I"ve employed this many a time, and first-rate trackers. One"s known as Fox--and a fox he is, if one judges by his cunning--the other hasn"t a name, so far as I have ever gathered, so he"s "Bill" to me, and answers the name promptly. They ain"t much good at talking, either of "em, though they can speak English. I"ve known them sit all day long round the fire and not pa.s.s more than a dozen words between them; but clever trackers they are, and that"s why I"ve brought "em. Now, boys, something to eat, and then away."
By now the fire had been coaxed into a blaze, while a number of steaks which George had prepared overnight, and had already skewered, were soon sizzling over the flames. Tom came running back to camp from a stream to which he had been sent, and at once the kettle was hung in position. As for Joe, he felt a new lad indeed. He might never have come by an injury, though his head was tender enough when one touched it. He slipped from the camp with Jim, and the two, having walked a little way down the stream, stripped off their clothing and had a splendid dip.
"Regular dodge of an Englishman," grinned Jim, as he sat on the bank to allow the sun"s rays to dry him. "Your Englishman comes to a foreign part and plunges right into the first pond he happens on. There"s hardly another man that"s so keen on bathing. But it freshens a fellow--eh, Joe? How are you this morning?"
"Hungry," came the prompt answer. "But I felt I wanted a livener, and that dip has done it. Suppose we shall ride right off as soon as breakfast is finished?"
"You"ve hit it; Peter and Mike has brought along some spare hosses.
There was Peter"s to begin with, and Mike"s; then there was two in my rig and two in Jack Bailey"s, making six in all. With the Indians we muster just eight, so two more hosses were wanted. You see, we ain"t going to take rigs with us. They"d be in the way, most likely, especially in this sort of wooded country. We shall ride; Peter"s brought along the saddles."
When they returned to the camp and were in the midst of their breakfast, the voluble Peter explained matters fully.
"Me and Mike hit right up agin one another last night," he said, "and in course we got to ga.s.sing. We allowed as rigs warn"t no sort of use away up in the country to which this Hurley had made, so it war clear that extry hosses was needed. Wall, we fetched "em. Hank Mitch.e.l.l, one of the best fellows you could hap upon, lent "em willingly, and he"s coming to join us. He"s bringing guns, too, for they"re to come along in a freight train from Sudbury fust thing this morning; so"s saddles and tinned provisions. Hank has also arranged fer two of his hands to come right along here and clear back with the rigs, fer it wouldn"t do to leave "em here fer more than a day or two. People"s mighty honest in these parts, but there might arrive someone who was a stranger, and who jest happened to be in want of a rig same as one of these. So they"ll be took back to the rail track, near Hank Mitch.e.l.l"s, and wait thar till we returns. Why, ef that ain"t Hank hisself! He has been extry nippy."
A short, spare man came cantering up to the camp at that moment, his approach having been hidden from all by the trees which surrounded them. He dropped from his saddle with as much ease as the average man steps from one board to another, and walked swiftly forward.
"Hallo, mates, how"dy?" he said softly, as if he were afraid of having his voice heard. "My boys are close handy with the guns and sichlike.
Which one"s Joe, him as I"ve heard of?"
"Thar," cried Peter, grinning, and pointing to our somewhat bashful hero.
"Do yer drink?" asked Hank abruptly, stepping across till he was close to him, and regarding Joe with a pair of eyes which might be described as actually piercing.
"No," was the equally abrupt answer. Joe, in fact, stared hard at this newcomer. He didn"t quite know what to make of him, though, to be sure, he rather liked his looks. Hank"s nut-brown face, clean-shaven, unlike most others in those parts, with its deeply-lined forehead and the whisps of grey hair showing beneath his hat at the temples, spoke of one who had seen many years. But it was a kindly face, kindly and keen; that, perhaps, was the better description. Every movement of the little man was jerky. His lips, when he spoke, opened sharply and closed again, as if he were anxious to hide his teeth. His eyes blinked with spasmodic suddenness. He even seemed to breathe differently from other men.
"Smoke?" he demanded, firing the question off as if he were glad to be rid of it, and yet observing Joe all the while, as if he would penetrate to the centre of his brain and steal the very thoughts he was thinking.
"Sometimes," admitted Joe, somewhat guiltily; "not often; shall do later."
"Huh! Larned farmin" yet?" asked Hank, with comical shortness.
"Trying," grinned Joe, beginning to see fun in this catechism, and taking a decided liking for the newcomer; "but I ain"t through yet. I admit that I don"t know everything. There"s a few things yet that Peter can teach me."
"Ha! Ha! Ha!" shouted the latter. "He"s had you, Hank. He"s always like this is Hank," explained Peter. "He don"t "low no one to be friends till he"s sort of axed him all sorts o" questions. And guess he jest don"t care much fer a Britisher as comes out here and knows most everything. Git ahead, Hank, boy," he bellowed. "Joe ain"t one o" them. He"s one of the right sort; he"s a good plucked "un."
"You kin shake," said Hank, his comical gravity unmoved, though there was just the suspicion of a flutter of an eyelid. "Lad, I"m proud to meet yer. The chap as could stand up to Hurley are worth knowing.
Shake!"
Joe shook. He danced almost on the toes of one foot, for this lean little man had a hand grip of iron. His fingers closed round our hero"s as if he meant to crush the very bones, while those curiously piercing eyes never left the young fellow he was addressing.
"I say," roared Joe, "now try again."
He offered his hand for the second time, while those who observed Hank saw distinctly a twinkle of his eye. He even smiled, a rarity with Hank, and responded at once to our hero"s invitation. This time Joe returned the grip with interest. Some weeks of farming, of rough work in Peter Strike"s service, had hardened his muscles, and anyone could see that he was filling out. Indeed, but for the fact that Hank had taken him unawares, Joe"s fingers would not have received such a crushing. Now he let them close round the diminutive Canadian"s like a vice, and fixed his eyes on those two piercing orbs which he found so wonderfully attracting. The two closed in to one another till but a short s.p.a.ce separated them, and then and there exchanged a second grip, the grip which spoke of friendship, of strength, of firmness, of virtues which the man who lives his life in the open and meets danger and privation often enough prizes above all other virtues. As for Hank, the suspicion of a smile in his eyes went promptly. He was all seriousness. Indeed, all of a sudden he seemed to view Joe from an altogether different standpoint. A minute before he had been greeting a green lad, one who had shown pluck and deserved encouragement; but now he seemed to have dipped somewhat into the spirit which kept Joe going, which dominated every waking moment of his life, which made of him the youthful leader of that band of volunteers aboard the emigrant ship, and again urged him to stand fast in Tom"s behalf in spite of Hurley the bully. Intuitively Hank seemed to guess that Joe had balance and grit, and promptly he acknowledged the fact.
"I"m fair glad to meet you," he said. "From now on you"ve a friend."
Then they sat down round the fire, while their comrades watched their faces for some few minutes.
"Hank ain"t often done a thing like that before," Peter whispered to Joe a little later. "He"s just the queerest bird I ever met, and don"t never show no feeling; but he"s took to you, jest as a duck takes to water. He"s got grit has Hank. I"ve knowed him foller a chap as had robbed a widow woman, follow him for two weeks on end, and take him almost aboard the ship he had booked by. That meant determination, or grit if you like to call it so. But here"s the men with the guns, and guess Mike"s getting restless. Now jest take the word of one who"s been out here a while and has met bad men. Ef you sight Hurley, don"t stand hankey-pankey. Back in England you"d call to him and then give chase ef he didn"t round up. Out here you kin call to him; but ef his hands don"t go sky high above his head, and that in a jiffy, give him lead--lead, boy, or else he"ll be putting daylight through your own valuable carca.s.s. This ain"t a game we"re after; we"re following a man that"s murdered a woman, his own wife, and who"s got nothing but the hangman"s rope before him. He won"t be over particular what happens to those who pursue him. Now, Mike, what"s to do?"
"Fall in and arrange the order," cried that latter, swinging his leg across his horse. "First, Tom there, stamp out the embers of the fire.
Things haven"t got dried up yet awhile, for the weather hasn"t been overhot. But it"s always as well to be careful; a forest fire is something wuss than chasin" a murderer. Now, Fox and Bill go ahead.
Ah, they"re there already--that shows that they"ve had practice. Then I"ll follow them close. Jack Bailey and George can ride along side by side. Jim and Tom can come along next, while I guess that Peter and Hank had best ride right in rear, taking Joe with "em. It"ll teach him a heap, ef only he keeps his eyes and his ears open. Boys, there"s grub and stuff to bring along, so divide it up and drop it into your saddle bags."
Some little while before, Hank"s men had put in an appearance, bringing stout saddles with them, all of which were fitted with two canvas bags.
There were rifles also for each one of the party, as well as revolvers and the necessary ammunition. The provisions consisted of tinned goods, as well as the stuff which the thoughtful Jack Bailey had brought with him. It took but a little while to share out all the things, and very soon the cavalcade was mounted. Then, having seen Hank"s men ride off with the rigs trailing behind them, the party set its face to the north and rode off in wake of the murderer. And a very formidable and business-like little band they appeared. We have already described the Indians known as Fox and Bill. They sat their horses bareback, as if they were part and parcel of their mounts, while not once had either addressed the other or one of the white men they were to lead, save in the case of Mike, when all that pa.s.sed seemed to be a succession of incomprehensible grunts. For the rest, Mike himself made a fine figure of a horseman, and sat head and shoulders above everyone, for his horse was big like himself. Jack and George followed some ten paces behind him, boyish eagerness on their faces. Then came Jim and Tom, none the less eager, while in rear of all the lanky Peter bestrode his horse with legs swinging loosely on either side, while Hank sat his saddle for all the world as if he were a statue. The man was taciturnity itself. He was almost as reserved and silent as the Indians, and for watchfulness, there never was such a man.
"Guess them two Injuns has made a mistake," cried Peter, after a while, pointing away from the track they were following. "There"s marks of hosses to one side. Hurley stopped jest here."
"And rested," agreed Hank, with brevity. "They ain"t missed that. No Injun could. They"ve seed that Hurley rested there some while, and then went on agin. They didn"t need to go and look; they kind of knew it."
"How?" asked Joe curiously, himself puzzled to see how the Indians could have divined such a matter.
"Simple," came the response. "We"ve been going this hour and more.
Wall, reckon it war evening when Hurley abandoned the rig and pushed on. He travelled an hour, when it fell dark. He jest camped for the evening. That thar place was his fust stopping point. It ain"t of no importance except to tell us that he"s got so much start of us this morning, besides what he made by getting off before we broke camp.
Young chap, this here"s a sorter stern chase. Time"s everything in it.
Hurley"s got, say, three hours" start, and the country ahead is wooded.