For two days they were storm bound, venturing out only to feed the dogs and from time to time to relieve the tarp roof of its burden of snow.
The third day dawned cold and clear, and daylight found the outfit on the move. They were following a creek bed, and the depth of the snow, together with the easing of the slope, permitted the use of both teams.
No halt was made at noon and when they camped at dark they estimated they had made fifteen miles. Five days of fair cold weather followed and each night found them from fifteen to eighteen miles from the camp of the night before. No game had been sighted, but on two of the nights Leloo had left camp, and once, from some ridge far to the northward, they had heard his long-drawn howl of the kill.
On the sixth day another storm broke. They were following the snow-covered bed of a fair-sized river which Connie hoped would prove to be the head-waters of the Gravel, which empties into the Mackenzie some forty-five miles above Fort Norman. They had left the highest mountains behind, and patches of timber appeared at frequent intervals along the banks of the stream. As the storm thickened they camped, setting up their tent in the shelter of a thicket, and in the morning they pushed on despite the storm. It was nearly noon when Connie called to "Merican Joe, and when the Indian made his way back, the boy pointed to Leloo.
The great wolf-dog had halted in the traces and stood with nose up sniffing the air, while the huge ruff seemed to swell to twice its size, and the hair along its spine bristled menacingly.
They had stopped opposite a patch of timber taller than any they had pa.s.sed, the tops of the trees being visible between the gusts of whirling snow. "Moose or a bear in there," ventured Connie. "Let"s go get him."
"Merican Joe shook his head. "No. Leloo, he ketch de man scent. He ain"
ac" lak dat for moose an" bear."
"Man scent! What would any men be doing up here?"
The Indian shrugged. "Hunt, trap, mebbe-so prospeck. Com" on, le"s go.
It ain" no good we go in dere." He paused and pointed to the dog. "Bad mans in dere--Leloo, he know. Bad mans smells one way--good mans smells anudder way. Leloo ain" git mad for good mans."
"We can"t go away and leave them," Connie answered. "They may be out of luck--may need help."
Again "Merican Joe shrugged, but offered no further objection, and releasing Leloo from his harness the two followed him into the timber. A short distance back from the edge they came upon a rude log cabin, glaringly the work of inexperienced builders. No tracks were seen about the door, and no smoke rose from the stovepipe that served as a chimney.
"Merican Joe pushed open the door.
"It"s "bout time you was comin"--an" me crippled," came a petulant voice from the bed. "But what do you care--" The voice ceased suddenly, and "Merican Joe sprang back from the doorway so swiftly that he knocked Connie into the snow. As the boy picked up himself he again heard the voice. "Git out of here, you thievin" Injun or I"ll blow yer head off!"
Ignoring the protest of "Merican Joe, Connie thrust his head in at the doorway. "What"s the matter with you?" he asked, sharply. "Are you crazy?"
The man in the bed stared a moment and with seeming reluctance lowered his rifle. "Who"re you?" he asked, sullenly. "If you want grub y"re out of luck. We ain"t got none to spare--an" I got a rifle here that says you don"t git none of it." Involuntarily, Connie"s glance swept the supplies piled along the walls and upon the shelves, and estimated a four-man outfit.
"How many of you are there?" he asked. "And why haven"t you got a fire?"
"They"s two of us, an" I ain"t got no fire "cause my partner ain"t showed up to build none. I"m crippled--sunk an ax in my foot a couple days back."
"Where is your partner?"
"I dunno. He went to look at the traps yesterday an" he ain"t got back yet." He noticed the snow clinging to Connie"s garments. "Is it snowin"?" he asked, in sudden alarm.
"Snowing!" exclaimed the boy. "Of course it"s snowing--it"s been snowing since yesterday noon."
The man"s voice dropped into a whine. "The winders is frosted so you can"t see out. I bet he"s lost. Go find him, can"t you? What"re you standin" there fer?"
Righteous indignation succeeded the flash of disgust engendered by the man"s first words. And Connie stepped closer. "Look here, who do you think you"re talking to? I don"t know who you are, and I don"t want to.
What I can"t figure is how you ever got this far. If n.o.body else had bothered to knock some common sense and decency into you it"s a wonder your partner hasn"t. But I guess he don"t know the difference between you and a man or he wouldn"t be your partner." Connie turned on his heel and started for the door.
"Hey, where you goin"?" wailed the man on the bunk.
"I"m going out and tend to my dogs," answered the boy.
"Build a fire first, an" cook me some grub! I ain"t had nothin" since yesterday."
"After the dogs," said Connie as he banged the door behind him.
"Le"s mush," said "Merican Joe, when they returned to the dogs.
Connie grinned. "No, we can"t do that. I"ve seen some pretty raw _chechakos_, but never one like him. If we pulled out they"d probably both die."
"Merican Joe gave an expressive shrug. "_S"pose_ we ain"t got no grub.
He ain" care _we_ die."
"No, but we"re men, and he----"
"He ain" so good lak Injun dog," interrupted "Merican Joe.
"Just about--but we can"t go off and leave him, at that."
Twenty minutes later Connie and the Indian entered the cabin.
"You took yer time about it," complained the man. "Hustle around now an"
cook me up a meal of vittles."
"Where"s your firewood?" asked the boy, smothering his wrath.
"Go out an" cut it, same as we do."
"Don"t you keep any ahead, nor any kindlings?"
"Naw, it"s bad enough to cut a little at a time."
Connie"s glance sought the room. "Where"s the ax?"
"Out in the brush, I guess. My partner cut the wood last. I don"t know where he left it."
"Well, it"s under about two feet of snow now," answered the boy dryly, as "Merican Joe departed to get their own ax and cut some wood.
By the time the cabin was warmed and the man fed, the storm had ceased.
"Let me have a look at your foot," said Connie. "I expect it had better be tended to." The man a.s.sented, and the boy turned back the covers and, despite much groaning and whining complaint, removed the bandage and replaced it with a clean one.
"Pretty bad gash," opined Connie. "How did it happen?"
"Cuttin" firewood--holdin" the stick with my foot an" the ax struck a knot."
"You"ve got to learn a lot, haven"t you?"
"What d"you mean--learn? How you goin" to cut firewood without you hold it with yer foot?"
"Nex" tam dat better you hol" de chunk wit" you neck," advised "Merican Joe.
"Is that so! Well, believe me, I ain"t takin" no advise offen no Siwash, nor no kid, neither!"
Connie pulled his cap down over his ears and drew on his mackinaw and mittens. "We"re wasting time here, the days are short and if we"re going to find your partner we"ve got to get at it. How long is your trap line, and where does it run?"