"I mean it. I didn"t say you were going to-I said I was.
"But we are responsible for your safety and welfare- and I for one don"t relish the thought of a fourteen-thousand foot climb."
"You are not responsible for my safety; I"m a free citizen. Anyhow a climb wouldn"t hurt you any; it would help to get rid of some of that fat you"ve been storing up against winter."
"Why," inquired Phil, "are you so determined so suddenly to make this climb?"
"It"s really not a sudden decision, Phil. Ever since we left Los Angeles I"ve had a recurring dream that I was climbing, climbing, up to some high place . . and that I was very happy because of it. Today I know that it was Shasta I was climbing."
"How do you know it?"
"I know it."
"Ben, what do you think?"
The doctor picked up a granite pebble and shied it out in the general direction of the river. He waited for it to come to rest several hundred feet down the slope. "I guess," he said, "we"d better buy some hobnailed boots."
Phil paused and the two behind him on the narrow oath were forced to stop, too. "Joan," he asked, with a worried tone, "is this the way we came?"
They huddled together, icy wind cutting at their faces like rusty razor blades and gusts of snow eddying about them and stinging their eyes, while Joan considered her answer. "I think so," she ventured at last, "but even with my eyes closed this snow makes everything look different."
"That"s my trouble, too. I guess we pulled a b.o.n.e.r when we decided against a guide . . . but who would have thought that a beautiful summer day could end up in a snow storm?"
Ben stamped his feet and clapped his hands together. "Let"s get going," he urged. "Even if this is the right road, we"ve got the worst of it ahead of us before we reach the rest cabin. Don"t forget that stretch of glacier we crossed."
"I wish I could forget it," Phil answered him soberly. "I don"t fancy the prospect of crossing it in this nasty weather."
"Neither do I, but if we stay here we freeze." With Ben now in the lead they resumed their cautious progress, heads averted to the wind, eyes half closed. Ben checked them again after a couple of hundred yards. "Careful, gang," he warned, "the path is almost gone here, and it"s slippery," He went forward a few steps. "It"s rather-" They heard him make a violent effort to recover his balance, then fall heavily. "Ben! Bed" Phil called out, "are you all right?"
"I guess so," he gasped. "I gave my left leg an awful bang. Be careful."
They saw that he was on the ground, hanging part way over the edge of the path. Cautiously they approached until they were alongside him. "Lend me a hand, Phil. Easy, now,"
Phil helped him wiggle back onto the path. "Can you stand up?"
" "I"m afraid not. My left leg gave me the devil when I had to move just now. Take a look at it, Phil. No, don"t bother to take the boot off; look right through it."
"Of course. I forgot." Phil studied the limb for a moment. "It"s pretty bad, fella-a fracture of the shin bone about four inches below the knee."
Coburn whistled a couple of bars of Suwannee River, then said, "Isn"t that just too, too lovely? Simple or compound fracture, Phil?"
"Seems like a clean break, Ben."
"Not that it matters much one way or the other just now. What do we do next?"
Joan answered him. "We must build a litter and get you down the mountain!"
"Spoken like a true girl scout, kid. Have you figured how you and Phil can maneuver a litter, with me in it, over that stretch of ice?"
"We"ll have to-somehow." But her voice lacked confidence.
"It won"t work, kid. You two will have to straighten me out and bed me down, then go on down the mountain and stir out a rescue party with proper equipment. I"ll get some sleep while you"re gone. I"d appreciate it if you"d leave me some cigarets."
"No!" Joan protested. "We won"t leave you here alone."
Phil added his objections. "Your plan is as bad as Joan"s, Ben. It"s all very well to talk about sleeping until we get back, but you know as well as I do that you would die of exposure if you spent a night like this on the ground with no protection."
"I"ll just have to chance it. What better plan can you suggest"
"Wait a minute. Let me think." He sat down on the ledge beside his friend and pulled at his left ear. This is the best I can figure out: We"ll have to get you to some place that is a little more sheltered, and build a fire to keep you warm. Joan can stay with you and keep the fire going while I go down after help."
"That"s all right," put in Joan, "except that I will be the one to go after help. You couldn"t find your way in the dark and the snow, Phil. You know yourself that your direct perception isn"t reliable as yet- you"d get lost."
Both men protested. "Joan, you"re not going to start off alone."- "We can"t permit that, Joan."
"That"s a lot of gallant nonsense. Of course I"m going."
"No." It was a duet.
"Then we all stay here tonight, and huddle around a fire. I"ll go down in the morning."
"That might do," Ben conceded, "if-"
"Good evening, friends." A tall, elderly man stood on the ledge behind them. Steady blue eyes regarded them from under s.h.a.ggy white eyebrows. He was smooth shaven but a mane of white hair matched the eyebrows. Joan thought he looked like Mark Twain.
Coburn recovered first. "Good evening," he answered, "if it is a good evening-which I doubt."
The stranger smiled with his eyes. "My name is Ambrose, ma"am. But your friend is in need of some a.s.sistance. If you will permit me, sir-" He knelt down and examined Ben"s leg, without removing the boot. Presently he raised his head. "This will be somewhat painful. I suggest, son, that you go to sleep." Ben smiled at him, closed his eyes, and gave evidence by his slow, regular breathing that he was asleep.
The man who called himself Ambrose slipped away into the shadows. Joan tried to follow him with perception, but this she found curiously hard to do. He returned in a few minutes with several straight sticks which he broke to a uniform length of about twenty inches. These he proceeded to bind firmly to Ben"s left shin with a roll of cloth which he had removed from his trouser pocket.
When he was satisfied that the primitive splint was firm, he picked Coburn up in his arms, handling the not inconsiderable ma.s.s as if it were a child. "Come," he said.
They followed him without a word, back the way they had come, single file through the hurrying snowflakes. Five hundred yards, six hundred yards, then he took a turn that had not been on the path followed by Joan and the two men, and strode confidently away in the gloom. Joan noticed that he was wearing a light cotton shirt with neither coat nor sweater, and wondered that he had come so far with so little protection against the weather. He spoke to her over his shoulder, "I like cold weather, ma"am."
He walked between two large boulders, apparently disappeared into the side of the mountain. They followed him and found themselves in a pa.s.sageway which led diagonally into the living rock. They turned a corner and were in an octagonal living room, high ceilinged and panelled in some mellow, light-colored wood. It was softly illuminated by indirect lighting, but possessed no windows. One side of the octagon was a fireplace with a generous hearth in which a wood fire burned hospitably. There was no covering on the flagged floor, but it was warm to the feet.
The old man paused with his burden and indicated the comfortable fittings of the room-three couches,
CHAPTER FIVE.
"-Through a Gla.s.s, Darkly"
WHEN PHIL ENTERED the living room the next morning he found a small table set with a very sound breakfast for three. While he was lifting plate covers and wondering whether good manners required him to wait until joined by others, Joan entered the room. He looked up.
"Oh! It"s you. Good morning, and stuff. They set a proper table here. Look." He lifted a plate cover. "Did you sleep well?"
"Like a corpse." She joined his investigations. "They do understand food, don"t they? When do we start?"
"When number three gets here, I guess. Those aren"t the clothes you had on last night."
"Like it?" She turned around slowly with a swaying mannequin walk. She had on a pearl grey gown that dropped to her toes. It was high waisted; two silver cords crossed between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and encircled her waist, making a girdle. She was shod in silver sandals. There was an air of ancient days about the whole costume.
"It"s swell. Why is it a girl always looks prettier in simple clothes?"
"Simple-hmmf! If you can buy this for three hundred dollars on Wilshire Boulevard, I"d like to have the address of the shop."
"h.e.l.lo, troops." Ben stood in the doorway. They both stared at him. "What"s the trouble?"
Phil ran his eye down Ben"s frame. "How"s your leg, Ben?"
"I wanted to ask you about that. How long have I been out? The leg"s all well. Wasn"t it broken after all?"
"How about it, Phil?" Joan seconded. "You examined it-I didn"t."
Phil pulled his ear. "It was broken-or I"ve gone completely screwy. Let"s have a look at it."
Ben was dressed in pajamas and bathrobe. He slid up the pajama leg, and exposed a shin that was pink and healthy. He pounded it with his fist. "See that? Not even a bruise."
"Hmm-You haven"t been out long, Ben. Just since last night. Maybe ten or eleven hours."
"Huh?"
"That"s right."
"Impossible."
"Maybe so. Let"s eat breakfast."
They ate in thoughtful silence, each under pressing necessity of taking stock and reaching some reasonable reorientation. Toward the end of the meal they all happened to look up at once. Phil broke the silence, "Well . . . How about it?"
"I"ve just doped it out," volunteered Joan. "We all died in the snow storm and went to Heaven. Pa.s.s the marmalade, will you, please?"
"That can"t be right," objected Phil, as he complied, "else Ben wouldn"t be here. He led a sinful life. But seriously, things have happened which require explanation. Let"s tick "em off: One; Ben breaks a leg last night, it"s all healed this morning."
"Wait a minute-are we sure he broke his leg?"
"I"m sure. Furthermore, our host acted as if he thought so too- else why did he bother to carry him? Two; our host has direct perception, or an uncanny knowledge of the mountainside."
"Speaking of direct perception," said Joan, "have either of you tried to look around you and size up the place?"
"No, why?"-"Neither have I." "Don"t bother to. I tried, and it can"t be done. I can"t perceive past the walls of the room."
"Hmm-we"ll put that down as point three. Four-our host says that his name is Ambrose Bierce. Does he mean that he is the Ambrose Bierce? You know who Ambrose Bierce was, Joan?"
"Of course I do-I got eddication. He disappeared sometime before I was born."
"That"s right-at the time of the outbreak of the first World War. If this is the same man, he must be over a hundred years old."
"He didn"t look that old by forty years."
"Well, we"ll put it down for what it"s worth. Point five;-We"ll make this one an omnibus point-why does our host live up here? How come this strange mixture of luxury hotel and cliff dwellers cave anyhow? How can one old man run such a joint? Say, have either of you seen anyone else around the place?"
"I haven"t," said Ben. "Someone woke me, but I think it was Ambrose."
"I have," offered Joan. "It was a woman who woke me. She offered me this dress."
"Mrs. Bierce, maybe?"
"I don"t think so-she wasn"t more than thirty-five. I didn"t really get acquainted-she was gone before I was wide awake."
Phil looked from Joan to Ben. "Well, what have we got? Add it up and give us an answer."
"Good morning, young friends!" It was Bierce, standing in the doorway, his rich, virile voice resounding around the many-sided room. The three started as if caught doing something improper.
Coburn recovered first. He stood up and bowed. "Good morning, sir. I believe that you saved my life. I hope to be able to show my grat.i.tude."
Bierce bowed formally. "What service I did I enjoyed doing, sir. I hope that you are all rested?"
"Yes, thank you, and pleasantly filled from your table."
"That is good. Now, if I may join you, we can discuss what you wish to do next. Is it your pleasure to leave, or may we hope to have your company for a while longer?""
"I suppose, said Joan, rather nervously, that we should get started down as soon as possible. How is the weather?"
"The weather is fair, but you are welcome to remain here as long as you like. Perhaps you would like to see the rest of our home and meet the other members of our household?"
"Oh, I think that would be lovely!"
"It will be my pleasure, ma"am."
"As a matter of fact, Mr. Bierce-" Phil leaned forward a little, his face and manner serious. "-we are quite anxious to see more of your place here and to know more about you. We were speaking of it when you came in."
"Curiosity is natural and healthy. Please ask any question you wish."
"Well-" Phil plunged in. "Ben had a broken leg last night. Or didn"t he? It"s well this morning."
"He did indeed have a broken leg. It was healed in the night."
Coburn cleared his throat. "Mr. Bierce, my name is Coburn I am a physician and surgeon, but my knowledge does not extend to such healing as that. Will you tell me more about it?"
"Certainly. You are familiar with regeneration as practiced by the lower life forms. The principle used is the same, but it is consciously controlled by the will and the rate of healing is accelerated. I placed you in hypnosis last night, then surrendered control to one of our surgeons who directed your mind in exerting its own powers to heal its body."