"I wonder that you cannot see the fallacy of your reasoning, Ritson,"
replied Charlie. "You ask, `What have I done?" The more appropriate question would be, `What have I _not_ done?" Have you not, according to your own confession, rebelled against your Maker and cast Him off; yet you expect Him to continue His supplies of food to you; to keep up your physical strength and powers of enjoying life, and, under the name of Luck, to furnish you with the opportunity of breaking His own commands by throwing people in your way to be robbed! Besides which, have you not yourself been guilty of gross injustice in leading poor weak Shank Leather into vicious courses--to his great, if not irreparable, damage?
I don"t profess to teach theology, Ralph Ritson, my old friend, but I do think that even an average cow-boy could understand that a rebel has no claim to forgiveness--much less to favour--until he lays down his arms and gives in."
"Had any other man but you, Charlie Brooke, said half as much as you have just said to me, I would have blown his brains out," returned the outlaw sternly.
"I"m very glad no other man did say it, then," returned Charlie, "for your hands must be sufficiently stained already. But don"t let anger blind you to the fact, Ralph, that you and I were once old friends; that I am your friend still, and that, what is of far greater importance, the Almighty is still your friend, and is proving His friendship by thwarting you."
"You preach a strange doctrine," said Buck Tom, laughing softly, "but you must end your sermon here in the meantime, for we have reached the entrance to Traitor"s Trap, and have not room to ride further abreast.
I will lead, and do you follow with care, for the path is none o" the safest. My asking you to follow me is a stronger proof than you may think that I believe in your friendship. Most strangers whom I escort up this gorge are usually requested to lead the way, and I keep my revolver handy lest they should stray from the track!"
The defile or gorge which they had reached was not inappropriately named, for, although the origin of the name was unknown, the appearance of the place was eminently suggestive of blackness and treachery. Two spurs of the mountain range formed a precipitous and rugged valley which, even in daylight, wore a forbidding aspect, and at night seemed the very portal to Erebus.
"Keep close to my horse"s tail," said Buck Tom, as they commenced the ascent. "If you stray here, ever so little, your horse will break his neck or legs."
Thus admonished, our hero kept a firm hand on the bridle, and closed up as much as possible on his guide. The moon was by this time clouded over, so that, with the precipitous cliffs on either side, and the great ma.s.s of the mountains further up, there was only that faint sombre appearance of things which is sometimes described as darkness visible.
The travellers proceeded slowly, for, besides the danger of straying off the path, the steepness of the ascent rendered rapid motion impossible.
After riding for about three miles thus in absolute silence, they came to a spot where the track became somewhat serpentine, and Charlie could perceive dimly that they were winding amongst great fragments of rock which were here and there over-canopied by foliage, but whether of trees or bushes he could not distinguish. At last they came to a halt in front of what appeared to be a cliff.
"Dismount here," said Buck in a low voice, setting the example.
"Is this the end of our ride?"
"It is. Give me the bridle. I will put up your horse. Stand where you are till I return."
The outlaw led the horses away, leaving his former friend and schoolfellow in a curious position, and a not very comfortable frame of mind. When a man is engaged in action--especially if it be exciting and slightly dangerous--he has not time to think much about his surroundings, at least about their details, but now, while standing there in the intense darkness, in the very heart--as he had reason to believe--of a robber"s stronghold, young Brooke could not help questioning his wisdom in having thus thrown himself into the power of one who had obviously deteriorated and fallen very low since the time when in England they had studied and romped together. It was too late, however, to question the wisdom of his conduct. There he _was_, and so he must make the best of it. He did not indeed fear treachery in his former friend, but he could not help reflecting that the reckless and perhaps desperate men with whom that friend was now a.s.sociated might not be easy to restrain, especially if they should become acquainted with the fact that he carried a considerable sum of money about him.
He was yet pondering his position when Buck Tom returned.
"Ralph Ritson," he said, laying his hand on the arm of the outlaw, "you"ll forgive my speaking plainly to you, I know. With regard to yourself I have not a shadow of doubt that you will act the part of an honourable host, though you follow a dishonourable calling. But I have no guarantee that those who a.s.sociate with you will respect my property.
Now, I have a considerable sum of money about me in gold and silver, which I brought here expressly for the benefit of our poor friend Shank Leather. What would you advise me to do in regard to it?"
"Intrust it to my care," said Buck promptly.
Charlie could not see the outlaw"s face very clearly, but he could easily detect the half-amused half-mocking tone in which the suggestion was made.
"My good fellow," said Charlie, in a hearty voice, "you evidently think I am afraid to trust you. That is a mistake. I do not indeed trust to any remnant of good that is in your poor human nature, but I have confidence in the good feeling which G.o.d is arousing in you just now. I will freely hand over the money if you can a.s.sure me that you can guard it from your comrades."
"_This_ will make it secure from _them_," returned Buck, with a short defiant laugh.
"Humph" exclaimed Charlie with a shrug. "I"ve not much confidence in _that_ safeguard. No doubt, in certain circ.u.mstances, and on certain occasions, the revolver is a most important and useful instrument, but, taking it all round, I would not put much store by it. When you met me at the Blue Fork to-night, for instance, of what use was my revolver to me? And, for the matter of that, after you had dropped it on the road of what use was yours to you? It only wants one of your fellows to have more pluck and a quicker eye and hand than yourself to dethrone you at once."
"Well, none of my fellows," returned Buck Tom good-humouredly, "happen to have the advantage of me at present, so you may trust me and count this as one o" the `certain occasions" on which a revolver is a most important instrument."
"I dare say you are right," responded Charlie, smiling, as he drew from the breast of his coat a small bag and handed it to his companion.
"You know exactly, of course, how much is here?" asked Buck Tom.
"Yes, exactly."
"That"s all right," continued Buck, thrusting the bag into the bosom of his hunting coat; "now I"ll see if any o" the boys are at home.
Doubtless they are out--else they"d have heard us by this time. Just wait a minute."
He seemed to melt into the darkness as he spoke. Another minute and he re-appeared.
"Here, give me your hand," he said; "the pa.s.sage is darkish at first."
Charlie Brooke felt rather than saw that they had pa.s.sed under a portal of some sort, and were advancing along a narrow pa.s.sage. Soon they turned to the left, and a faint red light--as of fire--became visible in the distance. Buck Tom stopped.
"There"s no one in the cave but _him_, and he"s asleep. Follow me."
The pa.s.sage in which they stood led to a third and shorter one, where the light at its extremity was intense, lighting up the whole of the place so as to reveal its character. It was a corridor about seven feet high and four feet wide cut out of the solid earth; arched in the roof and supported here and there by rough posts to make it still more secure. Charlie at once concluded that it led to one of those concealed caverns, of which he had heard more than once while crossing the country, the entrances of which are made in zig-zag form in order to prevent the possibility of a ray of light issuing from the outside opening.
On reaching the end of the third pa.s.sage he found that his conjecture was right, for the doorway or opening on his left hand conducted into a s.p.a.cious cave, also hollowed out of the earth, but apparently against a perpendicular cliff, for the inner end of it was of unhewn rock. The roof of the cave was supported by pillars which were merely sections of pine-trees with the bark left on. These pillars and the earthen walls were adorned with antlers, skulls, and horns of the Rocky mountain sheep, necklaces of grizzly-bear"s claws, Indian bows and arrows, rifles, short swords, and various other weapons and trophies of the chase, besides sundry articles of clothing. At the inner end of the cave a large fireplace and chimney had been rudely built, and in this was roaring the pine-wood fire which had lighted them in, and which caused the whole interior to glow with a vivid glare that seemed to surpa.s.s that of noon-day.
A number of couches of pine-brush were spread round the walls, and on one of these lay a sleeping figure. The face was turned towards the visitor, who saw at a glance that it was that of his former friend and playmate--but it was terribly changed. Hard toil, suffering, sickness, dissipation, had set indelible marks on it, and there was a slight curve about the eyebrows which gave the idea of habitual pain. Yet strange to say, worn and lined though it was, the face seemed far more attractive and refined than it had ever been in the days of robust health.
Buck Tom went to the fire and began to stir the contents of a big pot that hung over it, while Charlie advanced and stood for some minutes gazing at the countenance of his friend, unwilling to disturb his slumbers, yet longing to cheer him with the glad news that he had come to succour him. He chanced, however, to touch a twig of the pine branches on which the sleeper lay, and Shank awoke instantly, raised himself on one elbow, and returned his friend"s gaze earnestly, but without the slightest symptom of surprise.
"O Charlie," he said at last in a quiet voice, "I wish you hadn"t come to me to-night."
He stopped, and Charlie felt quite unable to speak, owing to intense pity, mingled with astonishment, at such a reception.
"It"s too bad of you," Shank went on, "worrying me so in my dreams. I"m weary of it; and if you only knew what a _terrible_ disappointment it is to me when I awake and don"t find you there, you wouldn"t tantalise me so. You always look so terribly real too! Man, I could almost pledge my life that you are no deception this time, but--but I"m so used to it now that--"
"Shank, my dear boy," said Charlie, finding words at last, "it _is_ no deception--"
He stopped abruptly; for the intense look of eager anxiety, doubt, and hope in the thin expressive face alarmed him.
"Charlie!" gasped, rather than said, the invalid, "you--you never _spoke_ to me before in my dreams, and--you never _touched_--the grip of your strong h--O G.o.d! _can_ it be true?"
At this point Buck Tom suddenly left off his occupation at the fire and went out of the cave.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN.
LOST AND FOUND.
"Try to be calm, Shank," said Charlie, in a soothing tone, as he kneeled beside the shadow that had once been his st.u.r.dy chum, and put an arm on his shoulder. "It is indeed myself _this_ time. I have come all the way from England to seek you, for we heard, through Ritson, that you were ill and lost in these wilds, and now, through G.o.d"s mercy, I have found you."
While Charlie Brooke was speaking, the poor invalid was breathing hard and gazing at him, as if to make quite sure it was all true.
"Yes," he said at last, unable to raise his voice above a hoa.r.s.e whisper, "lost--and--and--found! Charlie, my friend--my chum--my--"
He could say no more, but, laying his head like a little child on the broad bosom of his rescuer, he burst into a pa.s.sionate flood of tears.
Albeit strong of will, and not by any means given to the melting mood, our hero was unable for a minute or two to make free use of his voice.