And Ralph looked in time to see the ghostly form of the Hooded Man as it slowly pa.s.sed from view over the hill.
"The Hood!" exclaimed Ralph, in awestruck tones.
"Ay."
"What"s--what"s he doin" here?" Ralph asked, more of himself than of his brother. Then he added: "He"s on our trail."
There was a slight pause.
"It"s somethin" on her account," Nick said, at last, with uneasy conviction.
As if actuated by a common thought, both turned and looked back at the hut. Nor was their uneasiness lessened when they beheld Aim-sa standing directly behind them, gazing out across the woodland hollow with eyes distended with a great fear. So absorbed was she that she did not observe the men"s scrutiny, and only was her attention drawn to them when she heard Nick"s voice addressing her. Then her lids drooped in confusion and she hastily turned back to the house. But Nick was not to be denied.
"Ye"ve seen him," he said sharply; "him wi" the hood?" And he made a motion with his hand which described the stranger"s headgear.
Aim-sa nodded, and Nick went on.
"We seen him up north. On the trail to the Moosefoot."
The woman again nodded. She quite understood now, and her eyes brightened suddenly as she turned their dazzling depths of blue upon her questioner. She understood these men as they little thought she understood them.
"It is the Spirit--the Great Spirit," she said, in her broken speech.
"The Spirit of--Moosefoot Indian. Him watches Aim-sa--Queen of Moosefoot. She--White Squaw."
Ralph turned away uneasily. These mysterious allusions troubled him.
Nick could not withdraw his fascinated gaze. Her strange eyes held him captive.
They took her words without a doubt. They accepted all she said without question. They never doubted her ident.i.ty with the White Squaw.
Primitive superst.i.tion deeply moved them.
"You was scared when you see him just now?" said Ralph, questioningly.
Aim-sa nodded.
"He come to--take me," she said, halting over the words. "The Moosefoot--they angry--Aim-sa stay away."
"Hah!"
Nick thrust his rifle out towards her.
"Here take it. It shoots good. When "The Hood" comes, shoot--savvee?"
Aim-sa took the gun and turned back to the hut. And the men pa.s.sed out into the forest.
Aim-sa left the hut soon after the brothers had departed. For long she stood just beyond the door as though not sure of what she contemplated doing.
And as she stood her eyes travelled acutely over the silent valley. At last, however, she moved leisurely down the hill. Her easy gait lasted just so long as she was in the open; the moment she entered the forest her indifference vanished and she raced along in the dark shadow with all the speed she could summon. The silence, the heavy, depressing atmosphere, the labyrinth of trees so dark and confusing; these things were no deterrent to her. Her object was distinct in her mind and she gave heed to nothing else. She ran on over the snow with the silent movements of some ghostly spirit, and with a swiftness which told of the Indian blood in her veins. Her dilating eyes flashed about her with the searching gaze of one who expects to see something appear, while not knowing whence it will come. Her flowing hair trailed from under her cap with the speed of her going, and the biting air stung her face into a brilliant glow. Her direction was plainly in her mind, for, though dodging her way through trees, she never deviated from a certain course; all her thoughts, all her attention, were centred upon the object of her quest.
Nor did she pause till she came to the low hill which stood on the far side of the valley. As she came to the edge of the forest which skirted its base she drew up and stood for a moment hesitating. Once she raised a hand to her mouth as though about to give voice to a prolonged mountain call, but she desisted, and, instead, set out to round the hill, always keeping to the shadow of the forest edge.
At length she stopped. Her hand went up to her mouth and her head was thrown back, and out upon the still air rang a cry so mournful that even the forest gloom was rendered more cheerless by its sound. High it rose, soaring upwards through the trees until the valley rang with its plaintive wail. As if recognizing the distressful howl of their kind, the cry came back to her from the deep-toned throats of prowling timber-wolves. The chorus rang in her ears from many directions as she listened, but the sound? had little effect. As they died down she still waited in an att.i.tude of attention.
The moments slipped by. Presently she again sent the call hurtling through the trees. Again came the chorus; again she waited. And the sounds of the chorus were nearer at hand, and a crackling of undergrowth warned her of the presence of the savage creatures she had summoned. The deep blue eyes were alert and watchful, but she showed no signs of fear; nor did she move. Suddenly a less stealthy and more certain crackling of the bush made itself heard; and the roving eyes became fixed in one direction. Beneath the shadow of the laden boughs a tall grey figure appeared moving towards her. But this was not all, for several slinking, stealing forms were moving about amongst the barren tree-trunks; hungry-looking creatures these, with fierce burning eyes and small p.r.i.c.ked ears, with ribs almost bursting through the coa.r.s.e hides which covered their low, lank bodies.
But all the woman"s attention was centred upon the form of the other--the hooded figure she had seen in the morning. He came with long, regular strides, a figure truly calculated to inspire awe. Even now, near as he was to her, there was no sign of his face to be seen. He was clad in the folds of grey wolfskin, and a cowl-like hood utterly concealed his face, while leaving him free to see from within.
As the man came up Aim-sa plunged into voluble speech.
They talked together long and earnestly; their tones were of dictation on the part of the woman and subservience on the part of the man. Then the Spirit of the Moosefoot Indians moved away, and the White Squaw retraced her steps to the dugout.
A look of triumph was in Aim-sa"s blue eyes as she returned through the forest. She gave no heed to the slinking forms that dogged her steps.
She saw nothing of the forest about her; all her interest was in the dugout and those who lived there.
When she came to the house she received a shock. Nick had returned during her absence. He had come for the dog sled, and had since brought the vast carca.s.s of a grizzly into camp. Now he was stripping the rich fur from the forest king"s body. The five huskies, with shivering bodies and jowls dripping saliva, were squatting around upon their haunches waiting for the meal they hoped would soon be theirs.
The man, still kneeling over his prize, greeted Aim-sa without pausing in his work.
"Wher"?" he asked, sparing his words lest he should confuse her.
The unconcern of the query rea.s.sured her.
"The forest," replied Aim-sa easily, pointing away down the hill.
There was a long pause while the woodsman plied his knife with rough but perfect skill. The thick fur rolled under his hands. The snick, snick of his knife alternated with the sound of tearing as he pulled the pelt from the under-flesh. Aim-sa watched, interested, then, as Nick made no further remark, she went on. She pointed back at the forest.
"The wolves--they very thick. Many, many--an" hungry."
"They"ve left the open. Guess it"s goin" to storm, sure," observed the man indifferently. He wrenched the fur loose from the fore paws.
"Yes--it storm--sure." And Aim-sa gazed critically up at the sky. The usual storm sentries hung glittering upon either side of the sun, and the blue vault was particularly steely.
Nick rose from his gory task. He drew the fur away and spread it out on the roof of the dugout to freeze. Then he cut some fresh meat from the carca.s.s, and afterwards dragged the remainder down the hill and left it for the dogs. The squabble began as soon as he returned to Aim-sa. A babel of fierce snarling and yapping proceeded as the ruthless beasts tore at the still warm flesh. And in less than a minute other voices came up from the woods, heralding the approach of some of the famished forest creatures. Nick gave no heed. The dogs must defend their own.
Such is the law of the wild. He had Aim-sa to himself, and he knew not how long it would be before his brother returned.
And Aim-sa was in no way loth to linger by this great trapper"s side. It pleased her to talk in her halting fashion to him. He had more to say than his brother; he was a grand specimen of manhood. Besides, his temperament was wilder, more fierce, more like the world in which he lived.
She hearkened to the sounds of the snarling wolves and her blue eyes darkened with the latent savagery that was in her nature.
"The dogs--they fight. Hah!" she said. And a smile of delight was in her eyes.
"Let "em fight," said Nick, carelessly. Then he turned upon her with a look there was no mistaking. His whole att.i.tude was expressive of pa.s.sionate earnestness as he looked down into the blue worlds which confronted him.
She taunted him with a glance of intense meaning. And, in an instant, the fire in his soul blazed into an overwhelming conflagration.
"You"re that beautiful, Aim-sa," he cried. Then he paused as though his feelings choked him. "Them blue eyes o" yours goes right clear through me, I guess. Makes me mad. By Gar! you"re the finest crittur in the world."
He looked as though he would devour the fair form which had raised such a storm within his simple heart. She returned his look with a fearlessness which still had some power to check his untutored pa.s.sion.
Her smile, too, was not wholly devoid of derision; but that was lost upon him.