Michaels half starved when we picked him up. He claimed to have some friends on the river who would help him, so we brought him along out of charity."
"May I toot a horn, Judge?" asked Mr. Skiff Bettens, rising as the prisoner concluded his remarks.
"Certainly you may, Marshal."
"Waal, I only wanted to say that I"ve knowed Mr. Jalap Coombs off and on for a good many years, and in all that time I"ve never knowed him to tell a lie nor yet do a mean thing. Moreover I"m willing to stake my life on his honesty agin that of any living man, for a better sailor, a squarer man, and a truer friend never trod a deck."
This sincere tribute so affected the simple-hearted sailor-man that he could only stare open-mouthed at the speaker as though he were talking in some mysterious language, though in after-years he often referred to this as the proudest moment of his life. The remainder of the audience greeted the Marshal"s little speech with an outburst of applause which the Judge was finally obliged to check.
"Letting charge number two rest with the testimony taken," said the Judge, when quiet was restored, "we will take up charge number three, which is the most serious of all. We have already learned that the accused, under the name of Strengel, pa.s.sed old Fort Adams about a month ago, bound for this place in company with a man named Goldollar, who appears to be a pretty tough character himself, though that of course has nothing to do with this case. The accused at that time had little, or nothing of his own, either in the way of money or outfit, while Goldollar appears to have been well fixed with both. Now this man turns up in this place alone under the name of Bradwick, telling a story about having come up the Porcupine, that he has since admitted to be false, and in possession of the outfit formerly owned by Mr. Coombs and Simon Goldollar. Of course, under the circ.u.mstances, the question naturally to be asked is what has become of Goldollar?"
"He got sick of the trip and turned back from Yukon," explained the prisoner, sulkily.
"Yes, we"ve heard he took sick," replied the Judge; "but whether he turned back, or was left to die in an Indian rancheria is another question. Mr. Coombs, will you please take the stand again?"
This time Jalap Coombs testified that he had carefully examined the outfit brought into camp the night before by the prisoner, and found it to contain the same number of sledges, the same number of dogs, and the identical articles, with the exception of a certain quant.i.ty of provisions that had composed it at old Fort Adams.
"We will now call on one other witness," announced the Judge, and the prisoner started as though he expected to see Simon Goldollar himself appear on the stand. What he did see was one of his native drivers from Fort Yukon, with Kurilla to act as interpreter.
"Do you admit Injun testimony in this court?" he asked.
"Certainly we do," replied the Judge.
"If I"d known that," he muttered, "I"d have bought a dozen or so to testify on my side."
The Indian"s testimony was to the effect that this white man had left another white man in a native hut at Fort Yukon so sick that all the Indians thought he would die.
"Of course I can"t buck agin Injun testimony," growled the prisoner; "but I say it"s a lie, all the same, and don"t prove nothing."
"There is one thing that we must not neglect," said the Judge. "Marshal, you may search the prisoner."
The latter struggled furiously, but was overpowered and held by strong hands while the Marshal searched his pockets. From these were produced a number of articles, including a wallet, which the Judge opened, spreading its contents on the table before him.
"Do you recognize anything here?" he asked of Jalap Coombs.
"I can identify this as having been in Goldollar"s possession," answered the mate, picking up one of the articles that had dropped from the wallet, and holding it so that all might see.
Both Phil and Serge uttered exclamations of amazement, for the object thus exhibited was nothing more nor less than the mysteriously carved and almost forgotten fur-seal"s tooth that had exerted so great an influence upon their fortunes.
CHAPTER XXIV.
REAPPEARANCE OF THE FUR-SEAL"S TOOTH.
"What do you know about this thing?" asked the Judge of Jalap Coombs, taking the fur-seal"s tooth from him and examining it curiously.
"I know that there were an old Eskimo at St. Michaels what were shipped by Goldollar to go with us to Nulato as dog-driver. He wore this bit of ivory hung about his neck, and seemed to set a heap by it. One time when he were looking at it I heerd Goldollar say that by rights it belonged to him, seeing as he got it from some natyve, and it were afterwards stole from him. He didn"t say nothing to the Husky about it, but when we got to Nulato he give him so much liquor that in the morning the old chap couldn"t be woke up. Goldollar fooled round him a while, and then saying he"d have to give up the job of waking him, left him, and ordered the teams to pull out. I afterwards seen Goldollar take that very identical tooth outen his pocket several times and look at it like it were a diamond or some sich, and heerd him tell Strengel that any man as owned it would surely have luck. It didn"t seem to bring him none, though. Leastways no good luck, for he hain"t had nothing but bad luck sence."
"Was it your impression that you could win good luck by stealing this tooth?" inquired the Judge of Strengel.
"I didn"t steal it," answered the prisoner, sullenly.
"How did you get it, then?"
"Goldollar give it to me."
"Where did you leave Goldollar?"
"At Fort Yukon."
"Was he in good health when you last saw him?"
"I refuse to answer any more questions," replied the prisoner, realizing how deeply he was committing himself.
"Very well," said the Judge. "I think you have already told enough to give us a pretty fair idea of the particular kind of a scoundrel you are. So, if you have nothing more to say, I declare this case closed and in the hands of the jury. Gentlemen, the court awaits your verdict."
As there was no room to which the jury could retire they put their heads together and consulted in whispers, during which time Phil told the Judge what he knew about the fur-seal"s tooth, together with the legend of good and bad luck supposed to accompany its possession. The spectators of the trial buzzed like a swarm of angry hornets.
In a few minutes the jury ended their conference and resumed their places. Then, as order was restored, the foreman, standing up, announced that they were unanimous in finding the prisoner guilty on all three of the charges preferred against him, and recommended that he be so punished as to afford a warning to others of his kind who might be contemplating a visit to the Yukon diggings.
"Hang him!" cried some one in the crowd.
"Shoot him!" shouted another.
"Drive him out of camp, and set him adrift like he done to Jalap Coombs," suggested a third.
"Silence!" roared Judge Platt Riley, standing in his place and gazing sternly about him. "You forget, gentlemen, that this is a court of law, and though, maybe, it isn"t run with all the frills of some, it"s bound to be respected. Likewise, it proposes to p.r.o.nounce its own decisions.
In regard to the prisoner now awaiting sentence, he has been proved by the testimony of reputable witnesses, and by his own admissions, to be a liar, a traitor, a dog-stealer, which in this country is the same as a boss-thief in the States, and a robber of his travelling companion under circ.u.mstances that make him at the same time come pretty near to being a murderer. For such as he hanging would be none too severe. But we have never yet hanged a man in Forty Mile, and we don"t want to begin, if we can help it. The prisoner has expressed a desire to learn something of our methods of working these diggings, and we promised to teach him. He has also remarked that moss-stripping was a job well suited to convicts.
So be it. Prisoner at the bar, stand up and receive your sentence."
When the wretched man, who had fancied himself in a country where he could commit any crime without fear of punishment, had been a.s.sisted to his feet by Marshal Bettens and a volunteer deputy, the Judge said:
"By a fair trial, according to Yukon law, you are convicted of crimes such as this community does not allow to go unpunished. On account of them you are hereby sentenced to strip moss from the several claims of this camp during every working hour of every working day from now until such time as the first steamer reaches here from the lower river and is ready to return. Then you will be allowed to work your way on her to St.
Michaels, where may the Agent have mercy upon you.
"In the mean time, when not at work, you will be closely confined in the camp lock-up, under guard of the Marshal, who shall be ent.i.tled to your services for two days in every week for his trouble. On other days he will hire you out to any miner who has moss to be stripped, and who will pay for your keep during such time as you may work for him."
This unique but just sentence was greeted with a murmur of approval from the spectators; but this was quickly silenced by a frown from the Judge, who continued:
"All the property that you brought into this camp, including money and outfit, excepting your personal clothing, is hereby confiscated, to be disposed of as follows: One team of dogs, one sledge, and half the cash found in your possession shall be restored to Mr. Jalap Coombs, from whom you helped to steal them. The remainder of the money, after the Indian drivers who came with you have been paid, and one dog team shall be devoted to the relief of Simon Goldollar, who, though he seems to be a pretty bad lot, is still a white man, and so must not be allowed to perish if it can be helped. The third dog team shall become the property of Marshal Bettens in place of a fee for his services. The remainder of the property, provisions, and so forth shall be devoted to the support of the prisoner during such times as he is working for the Marshal. Mr.
Bettens will now remove his prisoner, and I hereby declare this court adjourned." This ended Mr. Strengel"s prospects in Forty Mile, and when, some months later, a boat arrived from the lower river, he thankfully departed from Camp Forty Mile mentally vowing never to return.
After consulting with Phil, Serge, and Jalap Coombs, Mr. Platt Riley, who objected to being called "Judge" outside of court, decided to entrust Simon Goldollar"s rescue from the Indian village in which he had been left to Kurilla and Chitsah, who were persuaded by a liberal payment to return home that way. Another Indian was hired to accompany them as far as Fort Yukon, and bring back word to Forty Mile of their success.
Phil wrote and sent him a letter, in which he apologized for having accused him of stealing his money or the fur-seal"s tooth, Jalap Coombs having told him the facts concerning these things, and hoped he would return to St. Michaels in safety. Long afterwards he learned that Simon Goldollar did make his way down the river, aided by Kurilla and Chitsah, and was sent on by Gerald Hamer from Anvik to St. Michaels. There he was discharged from the company"s employ on account of the failure of his expedition, and finally left Alaska in the same ship that bore ex-convict Strengel from its sh.o.r.es. An amusing feature of it all was that both these rascals attributed the ill success of their undertakings to the unlucky influence of the fur-seal"s tooth.
This industrious bit of ivory which exhibited such a fondness for interfering with the affairs of men and boys, as well as such activity in rapid travel and change of ownership reposed for several days in Mr.
Platt Riley"s vest pocket, where it had been unconsciously thrust and forgotten. Finally, tired of being thus neglected it worked a hole through the pocket and fell to the floor. From there it was snapped up by Mr. Riley"s favorite dog, who lay at his feet, and doubtless imagined it to be a choice morsel provided for him by his indulgent master. A moment later the Judge was aroused from a reverie by the frantic struggles of his dog, who seemed on the point of strangulation. When he succeeded, by prompt effort, in removing the obstruction from the animal"s throat, and, with a feeling of superst.i.tious amazement, discovered its nature, he started at once for the store of the Yukon Trading Company, determined to be rid of the uncanny object as quickly as possible.