"Sure! We can move jest as fast, and we shan"t make anything like the sound. You get ahead with Fox, Mike; I"ll take Joe and larn him a little as we go."
At once they handed over their horses to their comrades, Joe pa.s.sing his to Peter.
"You"re in real luck, you are, lad," whispered the latter, as he took the bridle. "I ain"t never seen Hank take so much trouble with anyone, least of all a green "un lately out from the Old Country. He aer fair took to you, and Hank aer one of them queer cusses that when he"s fixed a thing in his own mind he don"t never alter. So you"ve a friend there as you kin count on."
Slinging a bag across their shoulders, and packing a tin mug and some provisions, the quartet took up their rifles, saw that they had sufficient ammunition, and then strode off through the deepening gloom of the forest, the silent and ever-watchful Fox in advance, with Mike close behind him; at a little distance in the rear came Hank, with Joe beside him.
"Jest you watch this," whispered the little man. "That there Fox don"t make a sound as he goes, nor Mike neither, and he"s a big man. Wall, see how they tread: always with caution; always lookin" first to see what"s underfoot. And ef they can"t see, as"ll be the case afore long, why, then, they bends down and feels. You"ve got to be wary all the while, I tell you. Supposing as you go you swung the b.u.t.t of your gun agin one of these tree trunks, wall, a man as was listening could hear the sound half a mile away, for a forest carries sound; then, supposin"
you was to step on a piece of fallen branch, fallen perhaps last year and dry as tinder now, why, it"d break with a crack that would make you think someone had fired a gun, and that "ere Hurley would hear it whether he was listening special or not. So go carefully, whatever you do; silence aer important."
Joe found the task he had undertaken one of the most fascinating he had ever attempted, for he was aware that the other three who formed the party were experienced men, and unlikely to do anything to cause an alarm. It was with himself that the danger lay, and he determined then and there that he would return Hank"s kindness in asking for him to be one of the band by taking every care to avoid noise. Yet it was not by any means an easy matter, for Fox pushed the pace. The lean Indian strode forward with a long, stealthy stride, making not so much as a sound. His head was bent towards his chest, his back bowed, while the inward-pointed toes of either foot seemed to be able to see every twig beneath them, and avoid them as if they were so many tinned tacks, liable to cause a spasm of agony to the one who trod upon them.
The huge and bulky Mike, contrary to one"s expectations, followed the Indian with fairy-like footsteps; for the policeman was possessed of a wonderfully springy step, which carried him silently through the forest. Hank"s method of progress hardly needs description. The little, lean man, whose features expressed his character so faithfully, strode along in silence, and with such apparent unconcern and carelessness that one would almost have expected him to trip over some rotting stump, or in other way create some sound liable to reach the ears of Hurley. But that was Hank"s way. As a matter of fact, the little fellow might be said to be all ears and eyes. He never seemed to step aside, or to alter by the merest inch the length of his paces; and yet contrast his movements with those of our hero. Joe was in a fever; his eyes were glued to the ground, while his legs were flung this way and that; for every second he seemed to see some lurking twig, the smallest pressure upon which would send an alarm ringing through the forest.
Two hours later the light had failed to such an extent that it became difficult to see the underwood, and the whole party was forced to proceed as best they could, an occasional sharp crack showing that one or other had stepped on a branch.
"Seems to me as ef we was coming somewheres near water," said Hank, after a long silence. "Somehow the air feels moister, and I"ve heard tell as there are big lakes in this direction. What"s that "ere Injun stopped for?"
"Men been here before," exclaimed Mike, who had halted beside the Indian as Hank came up. "Fox has found trees cut down; lumbermen perhaps have been in this direction."
"Seems to me as ef we was nigh clear of the forest too," said Hank.
"I"ve kinder felt water this past half-hour, and ef we pushes on a few yards, seems to me we"ll sight it. Ef so, Hurley aer closer than we thought, for he"ll have had his way stopped, and will have had to turn.
Let"s git on."
They proceeded again, but this time with added caution, and within a little while suddenly broke their way out of the forest on to the bank of a lake which seemed to be entirely surrounded by dense tree growth.
It was almost too dark to distinguish the size of this lake, though Hank declared that it was very large.
"What"s more, we"re at the far end of it," he said, with conviction, "and ef I"m right, this Hurley ain"t had to go so far out of his course. He"ll have cut to the right a little, and then straight north again. I kin see his game too. He aer making for James Bay in the hope that he may hit upon one of the Hudson Bay steamers going north.
It aer a long journey, but ef he could win through he"d be safer than anywhere else. See here, he"s gone right as I said he would."
They turned along the trail again, this time in the gloaming, their eyes now and again turned to the surface of the lake afar off, where the rays of the setting sun were reflected. Not that they could see the sun itself--that orb was entirely hidden by the trees--but perhaps its light reached the water by way of some huge gap in the foliage at present unseen by the little party.
"A hut, "way over there!"
It was Mike who brought all to a sudden stop by this information, sending them one and all to their knees, so as to make themselves less visible.
"Not as it aer likely as he could see us any more"n we could see him,"
said Hank. "Still, it aer always wise to take precautions. Now I guess there is jest one thing fer us to do. We want to strike right off into the forest and skirt round till we"re closer to that "ere hut.
Of course, Hurley mayn"t have stopped there; but then he may. Ef so, like as not he"ll be watchin" the trace he"s left, and ef we continued to follow it, he"d see us in half a jiffy."
"Then let"s get moving," cried Mike impatiently. "I"m for taking Hurley the very first moment we can. But we shall have to rush him; he"s not the sort of fellow to give in without a struggle, and he"ll kick hard, you may say for certain."
"He"s bound to put lead into someone or sommat," agreed Hank dryly.
"We"ve got to get him cornered, and then attract his attention in one direction while some of us rushes him from the other. Now, boys."
"This way." Mike led the way beside the Indian, and once more the little quartet dived into the forest, where giants towered on either hand. Not that your wooded country in New Ontario can show such enormous trees as are to be found much farther west, on the far side of the Rocky Mountains, in British Columbia, to wit. For there a favourable climate and a wonderfully fertile soil has caused monsters to rear their heads to enormous heights, while the girth of some is stupendous. But New Ontario can show some arboreal development that is not to be despised, while in parts timber groups itself into great forests, some of which have perhaps never yet seen a white man, though the majority have by now witnessed the arrival of prospectors, and may even have echoed to the ring of the lumberman"s axe.
Threading their way amongst the trees, and now and again having to clamber over some fallen giant--for here, on the edge of the lake, the trees were more exposed to winter winds, and some had suffered in consequence--Joe and his friends gradually worked their way along till opposite the part where the southern bank of the lake turned abruptly north. Following this new direction, and creeping with the utmost care through the undergrowth, it was some little while before they were within sight of the hut which they had viewed from their first position. It stood down by the water, thickly surrounded by undergrowth, though the trees which had at one time no doubt reared their heads there had been felled. It was just a small shack built of logs and roofed with strips of bark.
"Nigh falling to pieces too," whispered Hank, who had wonderful eyesight. "Guess a lumber gang was "way up here some little time back, and that"s where they worked and lived during the winter. The question now aer this. Where"s Hurley? Ef he"s hidin" there we have him. Ef he ain"t, why, lookin" at the hut don"t help us any, and merely lets him get farther off."
"We"ll send Fox forward, then," answered Mike, his mouth close to Hank"s head, "unless you think that you----"
"No, I don"t say as I couldn"t get there and back without even a Redskin hearin" or seein" me," said Hank; "but then I might fail. And it"s jest sense ef you"ve got an Injun to make use of him. The critters is that cunning, they"d nigh creep into a house and be sittin"
down beside you before a man was aware that they was there. They"re the silentest and the most cunnin" fellers as ever I did set eyes on.
Ef it wasn"t that Hurley might be over yonder, I"d tell yer a yarn of how a Redskin crawled into my camp one night and as near killed me as possible. But send him off, while we lie down close."
Sinking their bodies in the undergrowth, they lay still for some twenty minutes, during which Fox was away from the spot. He went off towards the hut with merely a low grunt to show that he knew what was expected of him, and though Joe did his utmost to follow the man"s track, there was never a sound, never a waving bramble to show where Fox had gone.
Then, quite suddenly and unexpectedly, our hero discovered the Indian crawling in behind him.
"Shucks!" grinned Hank, watching Joe. "I was wonderin" when you"d get wind of him. That "ere chap could ha" knifed or tomahawked you easy.
How did I know that he was comin"? That"s what you"re trying to ask.
Jest this way--you heard a frog croaking a while back?"
Joe had; he had wondered where the beast was, and had listened to the call three or four times repeated. He nodded in Hank"s direction.
"Wall, that war this here Injun cuss. It was jest his signal to let us know as he was comin", so that we shouldn"t get blazing into the bush and shooting him. Seen anything?" he asked, swinging round on the Indian, who, now that his task was accomplished, was seated nonchalantly behind Mike, not venturing to give his news till he was interrogated.
"Seen the man," came the curt answer. "Tracks lead right to the shack.
Hurley lying down asleep, I think. Horses hidden in the forest to the left."
"Ah! Then this chase is drawin" to a close," said Mike, satisfaction in his tones. "Hurley"s there, fast asleep, perhaps. Seems as ef he must have made up his mind that we"d stopped for the night. Guess we can walk right in and take him--eh, Hank?"
"Shouldn"t, ef I was you; Hurley aer as cute as a hull bag o" monkeys.
True, he aer dead sleepy, onless he managed to get some sleep on his hoss, which ain"t altogether onlikely. Only he got knocked out of the saddle, as you might easily expect. Supposin" he ain"t asleep, but aer lyin" hid there, you ain"t going to take him so easy. Seems to me the fust thing"s to make sure of the hosses; then you kin creep in, and ef you still ain"t certain whether he"s awake or asleep, why, one of us kin kick up a rumpus close handy. That"ll bring him out, when t"others can jump on his back and take him."
"Then Fox will see to the horses," declared Mike promptly. "We three will creep up close to the house. As soon as Fox sends us his signal we"ll get closer, and if there"s no sign of our man, we"ll send Joe out to draw him. Savvy, lad?"
"Quite," said Joe. "I"ll strike a blow with the b.u.t.t of my rifle on one of the trees and then sit down close to the trunk."
"And keep out o" sight," advised Hank. "That ere the hull ticket, Mike. There ain"t no use waitin". Jest now there"s a little light; in half an hour a fellow will want a pine knot flaring before his face ef he wishes to know where he"s going."
Once more the little party was set in motion, Fox detaching himself from the others. As for Joe, he crawled after Hank, every muscle of his body vibrating. Every now and again his eyes went to the hut, now easily distinguishable; for though it was dark within the forest, there was still some light over the lake, while the hut itself stood silhouetted against the fast-failing rays of the setting sun as they fell aslant the water. Perhaps it took the trio ten minutes to reach the shack. Perhaps the minutes were even shorter, though to our hero the time seemed terribly long. His patience, indeed, was badly strained before he had taken up what was to be his position. As for Hank and Mike, they were lying down within ten feet of the shack, on that side away from the door opposite which was Joe. It now only remained for Fox to send his signal. As for Hurley, there was no sign of him. He might have been a hundred miles away. Suddenly there came a loud neigh from the depths of the forest, followed by another, and then a whinnying which told of the presence of horses. Joe heard the beasts stamping as if they were frightened, or as if the arrival of the Redskin had caused them pleasure. In any case, the noise came to the hut distinctly. A second later Joe imagined he heard a sound from within. It was followed by the sudden appearance of a figure, bent almost double, and rushing out into the open, as if some force were behind him and propelling him. Indeed, long before our hero could lift his weapon or could shout, Hurley--for he it undoubtedly was--had bounded across the narrow open s.p.a.ce about the shack and had dived into the forest.
"After him!" bellowed Mike at the top of his voice, as he plunged through the bushes. As for Hank, no sound left his lips. The little man trailed his rifle and went off after Hurley with his head down and his ears p.r.i.c.ked, and eager to catch every sound. Need the reader feel surprised that Joe followed suit. Recovering from the utter astonishment into which the sudden manoeuvre had thrown him, he gripped his own weapon and darted after his comrades. He could hear them directly to the front, and dashed headlong after them. Then his already-wounded head came into somewhat violent contact with a branch, and Joe sat down rapidly. But he pulled himself together after a while, and, with his brain dizzy and buzzing, thrust his way onward through the dense growth of trees and underwood. How long he continued the effort he never knew. Suffice it to say that he made a desperate endeavour to keep up with and gain upon his fellows. Then, of a sudden, he discovered that there was not one single sound to direct him. A minute before he had imagined he heard the crash of men dashing through the forest; now there was a deathly silence all about him. He stood still, panting, endeavouring to silence his own breathing and to still the thud of his throbbing heart. No, not a sound but what was made by himself. He shouted--not an answer; not a shout in return. He called loudly on Hank and Mike to tell him of their direction. Then, as the minutes pa.s.sed and silence still surrounded him, he pushed valiantly on amongst the trees, hoping every half-minute that there would be a signal. Whether he went directly forward or retraced his steps, or faced the east, the west, the south, or the north, Joe was entirely ignorant. He was lost, in fact. The knowledge after a while drove him frantic, so that he plunged aimlessly to and fro; then, fortunately for him, perhaps, a second collision with a tree knocked him senseless. For the moment his troubles were forgotten, though his plight was still the same; and the plight of a man lost in the backwoods of Canada is often enough desperate. Indeed, many a poor fellow has gone, never to be found again, swallowed by the trees which, as the years roll on, are felled to form the log huts of the settlers crowding into the Dominion.
CHAPTER X
A Hand-to-hand Encounter
While Joe lies senseless in the depths of the forest, lost entirely to his friends, and in as desperate a condition as he well could be, it will be as well to follow the footsteps of Mike and Hank as they dashed away in pursuit of Hurley. Both were well accustomed to the muskegs and the timbered lands of Canada, and, if only the truth were known, had before now been engaged in a similar expedition. But following a murderer during the daytime through such a place, and at a sedate pace, was entirely different from the same attempt at night, and all the while at such speed that precautions could not be taken.
"Ef that ain"t the third time I"ve barged into a tree trunk and near had all the breath knocked out of my body," growled Mike, when he had progressed a mile, and was still well behind Hank. "Seems to me that we should ha" done better to sit down and wait till morning, or lit pine knots and then followed. Hank may do it; I shan"t. This forest fairly beats me."
But Mike was a man possessed of wonderful perseverance and tenacity, and, in spite of the numerous occasions on which he blundered into trees, he held to the chase till he also, like Joe, lost his comrade.
He stood listening for a sound to tell him where Hank was striding between the trees, then, hearing nothing after quite a long wait, the wary and experienced Mike sat down in the most comfortable att.i.tude he could a.s.sume, dragged his ever-faithful pipe from his pocket, and, having filled and lit the weed, puffed away philosophically.