"We got about twenty-five martin traps out. They"re acrost the river up the first crick--strung along about three or four mile."
"Twenty-fi" trap! Three or four mile!" exclaimed "Merican Joe. "How long you be"n here?"
"Just a month. What"s the matter with that? We"ve got eight martin an" a wolverine an" a link!"
The Indian gave a snort of contempt. "Me--if I ain" set mor" trap as dat every day I ain" t"ink I done nuttin"." He followed Connie to the door.
"You might"s well move yer junk in here if you got your own grub. You kin keep the fire goin" nights in case Tom don"t show up, an" besides I ain"t had no one to talk to fer goin" on two months except Tom, an" we don"t git on none too good."
"Thanks," said Connie. "But we"ll put up the tent when we come back--we"re a little particular, ourselves."
"They ain"t no use of both of you goin" out to hunt him. One of you stay here and tend the fire, an" cook supper in case the other one don"t git back in time."
Connie glared at the man for a moment, and burst out laughing. "If you had a little more nerve and a whole lot less _bra.s.s_, there might be some hope for you yet," he opined. "Did your partner have any dogs with him?"
"Naw, we had six when we come in, but they was worked down skin pore when we got here, an" some of "em died, an" the rest run off. They wasn"t no good, nohow."
Connie banged the door in disgust and, taking Leloo with them, the two struck across the river. They found the creek without difficulty and had proceeded scarcely a mile when Leloo halted in his tracks and began sniffing the air. This time the hair of his neck and spine did not bristle, and the two watched him as he stood, facing a spruce-covered hill, his head moving slightly from side to side, as his delicate pointed nostrils quivered as if to pick up some elusive scent. "Go on, Leloo. Go git um!" urged "Merican Joe, and the wolf-dog trotted into the spruce, followed by Connie and the Indian. Halfway up the slope the dog quickened his pace, and coming suddenly upon a mound in the new-fallen snow circled it several times and squatted upon his haunches. It took Connie and the Indian but a few moments to sc.r.a.pe away the snow and disclose the skinned carca.s.s of a moose.
"Merican Joe pointed to the carca.s.s. "It be"n snowin" quite a w"ile w"en he skin de moose. He ain" goin" carry dat hide far. She heavy. He ain"
know nuttin" "bout skinnin", an" lef" lot of meat stick to de hide. He start hom" an" git los"."
"Lost!" exclaimed Connie. "Surely he wouldn"t get lost within a mile of his cabin!"
"Merican Joe nodded. "Him _chechako_--git los" anywheres. Git los"
somtam w"en she snowin" bad, hondre steps from cabin. Me--I know. One git los" an" froze dead, wan tam, he go for water not so far you kin t"row de stone."
"Well, he"s probably home by this time. If he was lost he"d camp, and he"s had plenty of time since it stopped snowing."
The Indian was not so hopeful. "No, I"m t"ink he ain" got sense "nough to camp. He walk an" git scare, an" den he mebbe-so run till he fall down."
"He won"t do much running with that hide," grinned Connie. "Let"s separate and hunt for him. Come, Leloo--go find him!"
The two continued to the top of the timbered slope. "I don"t see how anyone could possibly get lost here. Surely he would know enough to go down hill to the creek, and follow it to the river, wouldn"t he?"
"No, w"en dey git scairt dey don"t know up an" down an" crossways."
As the two were about to separate both suddenly paused to listen.
Faintly upon the air, seemingly from miles away, came the call of a human voice. Leloo heard it too, and with ears stiffly erect stood looking far out over the ridges. Raising his rifle, Connie fired into the air, and almost immediately the sound of the shot was answered by the faint call for help.
"That"s funny," cried the boy. "Sound don"t travel very fast. How could he possibly have answered as soon as that?"
Placing his hands to his mouth, "Merican Joe launched a yell that seemed fairly to tear through the s.p.a.ces, echoing and re-echoing across, the valley.
Again came the answering call, faintly, as from a great distance.
Locating the direction of the sound which seemed to come from somewhere near the head of a parallel valley, they plunged straight down the opposite slope. At the bottom they paused again, and again the Indian sent his peculiar penetrating yell hurtling through the air. Again it was answered, but this time it came from up the slope. Faintly it reached their ears, seemingly farther away than before. The sound was repeated as the two stood looking at each other in bewilderment.
"Merican Joe"s eyes seemed bulging from his head. "_Tamahnawus_," he whispered. "W"at you call, de ghos". He git froze, an" hees ghos" run "roun" de hills an" yell "bout dat! Me--I"m gon"!" Abruptly the Indian turned and started as fast as his webs would let him in the direction of the river.
"Come back here!" cried Connie. "Don"t be a fool! There ain"t any _tamahnawuses_--and if there are, I"ve got the medicine that will lick "em! I brought one in once that had run a whole tribe of Injuns off their hunting ground."
"Merican Joe, who had halted at the boy"s command, looked dubious. "I ain" huntin" no _tamahnawus_--I ain" los" none!"
"You come with me," laughed the boy, "and I"ll show you your _tamahnawus_. I"ve got a hunch that fellow has dropped into a cave or something and can"t get out. And he can"t be so very far off either."
With Connie in the lead they ascended the slope in the direction of the sound which came now from a point upstream from where they had descended. Once more Leloo paused and sniffed, the hair of his back bristling. Whatever the object of his attention, it seemed to lie beneath the outspreading branches of a large spruce. Connie peered beneath the branches where an oblong of snow appeared to have been disturbed from under the surface. Even as he looked the sound of a voice, plain enough now to distinguish the words, reached his ears.
"Git me out of here! Ain"t you never comin"? Or be you goin" to leave me here "cause I burnt them pancakes?"
"Come on out," called Connie. "What"s the matter with you?"
"Come on out! How kin I? Who be you?"
Connie reached the man"s side and proceeded to sc.r.a.pe away the snow, while "Merican Joe stood at a respectful distance, his rifle at full c.o.c.k. "Come on Joe!" the boy called, at length. "Here"s your _tamahnawus_--and it"s going to take two of us to get him out."
When the snow had been removed both Connie and the Indian stared in surprise. There lay the man closely wrapped in his moose skin, fur side in, and the heavy hide frozen to the hardness of iron!
"I"m all cramped up," wailed the man. "I can"t move."
The man was wrapped, head and all, in the frozen hide. Fortunately, he had left an air s.p.a.ce but this had nearly sealed shut by the continued freezing of his breath about its edges.
Rolling him over the two grasped the edge of the heavy hide and endeavoured to unroll it, but they might as well have tried to unroll the iron sheathing of a boiler.
"We"ve got to build a fire and thaw him out," said Connie.
"Tak" um to de cabin," suggested the Indian. "Kin drag um all same toboggan."
The plan looked reasonable but they had no rope for a trace line. Connie overcame the difficulty by making a hole with his hand ax in a flap of the hide near the man"s feet, and cutting a light spruce sapling which he hooked by means of a limb stub into the hole.
By using the sapling in the manner of a wagon tongue, they started for the cabin, keeping to the top of the ridge where the snow was shallow and wind-packed.
All went well until they reached the end of the ridge. A mile back, where they had ascended the slope, the pitch had not been great, but as they neared the river the sides grew steeper, until they were confronted by a three hundred foot slope with an extremely steep pitch. This slope was spa.r.s.ely timbered, and great rocks protruded from the snow. Connie was for retracing the ridge to a point where the ascent was not so steep, but "Merican Joe demurred.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "The third day dawned cold and clear, and daylight found the outfit on the move."
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"It git dark queek, now. We git um down all right. Turn um roun" an"
mak de pole lak de tail rope on de toboggan--we hol" um back easy." The early darkness was blurring distant outlines and the descent at that point meant the saving of an hour, so Connie agreed and for the first twenty yards all went well. Then suddenly the human toboggan struck the ice of a hillside spring and shot forward. The pole slipped from the snowy mittens of the two and, enveloped in a cloud of flying snow, the man in the frozen moose hide went shooting down the slope! Connie and "Merican Joe barely saved themselves from following him, and, squatting low on their webs they watched in a fascination of horror as the flying body struck a tree trunk, shot sidewise, ploughed through the snow, struck a rock, bounded high into the air, struck another rock and, gaining momentum with every foot, shot diagonally downward--rolling, whirling, sliding--straight for the brink of a rock ledge with a sheer drop of twenty-five or thirty feet. Over the edge it shot and landed with a loud thud among the broken rock fragments of the valley floor.
"We ought to have gone back!" shuddered the boy. "He"s dead by this time."
"Merican Joe shrugged. "Anyhow, dat com" queek. Dat better as if he lay back onder de tree an" froze an" starve, an" git choke to deat" w"en his air hole git froze shut. He got good strong coffin anyhow."
Relieved of their burden it was but the work of a few moments to gain the floor of the valley and hasten to the form wedged tightly between two upstanding boulders, where they were greeted by the voice of the man raised in whining complaint.
"Are you hurt?" eagerly asked Connie, kneeling at the man"s side and looking at him closely.