Then we heard true stories of the old mad days, tales of grim burlesque and sordid tragedy, which have never been written, and would not be credited if they were, though their faint echoes may still be heard between the Willow River and Ashcroft on the Thompson. Long afterward when Harry and I discussed that experience he said, "Say little about Hector; one must know these mountains well to understand him. I never saw any one quite like him. He spoke like a Hebrew prophet, and we obeyed him as though he were an emperor."
I slept in a splendid dry blanket under a bearskin which Hector spread over me, and a dim light was in the eastern sky when the old man roused me, saying, "If ye are stout at the paddle we"ll try the river noo."
The others were growling drowsily as they rose to their feet, and I saw that Ormond"s gaze was fixed on me meaningly.
"You"ll take me over now won"t you, Lorimer?" he said as I bent over him.
"I feel that each hour is precious, and I"m longing above all things to see Miss Carrington before I go. It is for her own sake partly."
I had forgotten our rivalry, and my voice was thick as I promised, while Ormond sighed before he answered faintly:
"It might have been different, Lorimer. It"s a pity we didn"t know each other better three years ago."
CHAPTER XXV
ORMOND"S LAST JOURNEY
"Launch her down handy. Bring the sick man along!" called some one outside; and when we carried Ormond out I saw the others running a big Siwash canoe down over the shingle, and the dark pines rising spires of solid blackness against the coming day. It was bitterly cold, and white mist hung about them, while huge ma.s.ses of rock rose through the smoke of the river, whose clamor filled all the hollow. None of us quite liked the task before us, for man"s vigor is never at its highest in the chilly dawn; but I remembered Ormond"s eagerness to continue the journey. So we laid him gently on our blankets in the waist, and thrust out the long and beautifully modeled craft, which was of the type that the coastwise Siwash use when hunting the fur seals. I knelt grasping the forward paddle until Hector, who held the steering blade, said: "If ye"ll follow my bidding I"ll land ye safe across. Together! Lift her all!"
The light sh.e.l.l surged forward to the st.u.r.dy stroke, for several of those behind me were masters of the paddle, and as I plied my blade I felt with a thrill that it was good to fight the might of the river in such a company. Snowy wreaths boiled high about the shearing prow, I could hear the others catch their breath with a hiss, and once more after a heavy thud the cedar floor seemed to raise itself beneath me and leap to the impulse, while, with a hardening of every muscle, I swept the leaf-shaped blade outward ready for the dip. There was spray in my eyes, and bearing down on us through it a boulder, with dim trunks opening and closing beyond; then I saw only the bird"s head on the prow, for some one cried behind that my stroke was slow, and by the rush of foam and the shock of thudding blow I knew that the others" blades were whirling like flails.
The rock loomed nearer, the river piled against its battered feet, and I hazarded a glance over my shoulder, which showed me a row of set faces turned toward the bow, with stout arms and the flats of redwood blades swung out before them, until with a swing of shoulders the heads went down, and a white wave burst apart before the stern. Looking forward the next instant I saw that the rock lay right athwart our way; but the others had blind confidence in our pilot.
"Back ye on the up-stream; drive her yere hardest, down!" he called.
Then the current strove to wrest my dipped blade away, as with the paddles on one side held fast by sinewy wrists the craft turned as on a pivot, and lurching on the backwash whirled past the stone, after which the cry was: "Drive her all!" and we shot away on the eddy with our faces turned slantwise up-stream. This was well, for close below the whole weight of the current hurled itself in fury upon a ragged barrier, and I understood that Hector had calculated our impetus to a quarter fathom. There was a fight to reach the landing, and with any other than the crew behind me the river might have won; but four of the lean hard men had fought many such battles, and though the trunks raced up-stream we closed with the sh.o.r.e until the shock of the bows on shingle flung me backward.
Our next proceeding was to portage a smaller craft several hundred yards up the river, for Hector to make the return pa.s.sage, and then, as we thanked him for the food and the small comforts for Ormond that he forced on us, the old man said:
"Ye"re very welcome, an" I"m not wanting yere dollars. Will I take payment for a bit of dried venison, when the Almighty freely gives me all the good fish in the river an" the deer in the woods? Go, an" haste ye; yon man is needing the aid of science."
Then he turned away, and watched us from the shingle as we took up Ormond"s litter, and the last that we ever saw of him was a tall lonely figure which vanished into the gray smoke of the river as we plodded up the climbing trail. Still, even now, that lonely figure rises up before me.
"Old Hector tells strange things when the fit takes him. Used to speak our language--it"s curious, he talks like some of them emigrants from the old country now," a man beside me said. "But you can stake your last dollar he isn"t mad. No, sir, it"s quaint he is. I"ve had my voyageur training in the frozen country under the H. B. C, but when it"s dead knowledge of a rapid he"ll beat me easy. Some day the river will get him, and then we"ll miss him bad."
In due time we reached a shingle-roofed settlement, where a man who had some local reputation for skill in healing horses examined our companion.
"He"s pretty well played out," he said. "Ship him straight down to Vancouver in a sleeping-car, and don"t you let any of them bush-doctors get their claws on him. I know when a job"s too big for me, and this is one. You"ll fetch up in time for the Pacific mail if you start now in a wagon."
"What did that fellow say?" asked Ormond, and when I judiciously modified the horse-doctor"s verdict he smiled understandingly.
"That"s a wise man," he said, "and I can guess what he told you. Lorimer, I know I"m sinking fast, and if you leave me here I"ll die before you can send a doctor up. Probably I"ll also die in Vancouver, but every man is justified in making a fight for his life--and there"s another reason why I should get there first."
We hired a light wagon, for a pa.s.sable trail led to the railroad, and perhaps because time was scanty, or the jolting of the wagon was more trying than the swing of the litter, our patient grew worse, and I was thankful at last to see him safe in a berth of the sleeper on the Pacific express. I had grown almost as impatient as Ormond, and I recollect nothing of the journey except that when the lights of Port Moody glittered across the forest-shrouded inlet he said: "Lorimer, I"ve a stupid prejudice against a hospital. Please take me to Wilson"s instead. He lives alone, and I did him several services--you can tell him that it will not be for long."
So when we reached the station Harry volunteered to find the best doctor in the timber city--for hewn stone had only begun to replace sawn lumber then--and arrange for transit to Wilson"s house; because he said that it was my particular duty to tell Colonel Carrington and Grace. An hour pa.s.sed before I traced them, and then I found them at a function given to celebrate the starting of some new public enterprise, and it was with hesitation that, followed by Calvert, I entered the vestibule of the brilliantly lighted hall. We gave a message to a bland Chinese attendant, and waited until returning he beckoned us through a crimson curtain, which swung to behind, and I found myself standing bewildered under a blaze of light in a ball-room.
There was a crash of music, a swishing of colored dresses, and then, as the orchestra ceased, we stood before the astonished a.s.sembly just as we had left the bush, in tattered fur wrappings and torn deerskin, with the stains of leagues of travel on our leggings, while I recollect that a creeper-spike on my heel made holes in the polished marquetry. All eyes were turned toward us.
"This is considerably more than I bargained for," growled Calvert. "I feel guiltily like the man who brought the news to Edinburgh after Flodden.
What did you play this confounded trick upon us for, John?"
"John savvy Miss Callington," said the unblushing Mongolian; and Calvert added savagely:
"Then hide us somewhere, and tell her, before I twist your heathen neck for you."
I noticed Martin Lorimer moving toward me; but before he reached us Grace came up, a dazzling vision of beauty.
"I am thankful to see you back safe, Ralph, and hear you have news for me," she said. "Lawrence Calvert, the same applies to you."
It was bravely done, for few women would have cared to link themselves publicly with such a gaunt and tattered scarecrow as I undoubtedly was then; but Grace was born with high courage and a manner which made all she did appear right. When Calvert said that he would send for Colonel Carrington, she calmly placed her hand within my arm, and added:
"We will find quietness yonder in the empty supper-room. You have made me anxious."
Then, doubtless to the wonder of many citizens" daughters and wives, we pa.s.sed together, a sufficiently striking couple, across the hall; and when at length we escaped the curious eyes, Grace held me back at arm"s length.
"You look thin and haggard, Ralph," she said. "Something has happened. Now begin, and tell me clearly all about it."
I did not know how to commence, and I proceeded awkwardly to temporize, though I really meant what I said.
"It was the fault of that stupid Chinaman, Grace, and I am sorry. It was so courageous of you to come to me before them all."
She looked at me with a curious mingling of pride and humor. "Am I, then, so little as to fear a few inquisitive women? And do you fancy that I loved you for your prepossessing exterior? Now, sir, before you offend me further, at once begin."
I placed a lounge for her, and leaned over it as I said, "It is about Geoffrey. We went up prospecting, and found his party in difficulties.
Geoffrey is--"
"Not dead!" she said with a shudder, clutching the arms of the chair. And I laid my hand soothingly on one of hers as I answered:
"No, but he is hurt, and he is longing to see you. He is in Vancouver now.
Listen, I will tell you about it."
"Poor Geoffrey!" she said when I had finished, while a tear glistened on her long lashes. "Geoffrey, my old playmate! I can hardly believe it.
Ralph, there are very few like him. He is in all things a true-hearted gentleman. He stood between us; but how many others would have played their part so chivalrously when he had the power through my father to force me to his will. And--may I be forgiven for it--more than once I had hard thoughts of him. And now he is dying! Take me at once to see him."
Shortly afterward a voice reached us through an open door. It was Calvert"s, saying, "I want you to understand, sir, that if we had not struck Lorimer"s camp we should have starved to death. I saw the accident from a distance, and again it"s my firm opinion that he ran the utmost risk to extricate Ormond. If the latter were my own brother I should consider myself indebted to him for life."
"I am glad to hear it," answered an unseen person, whom it was easy to recognize as the footsteps drew nearer. "Still, one must take precautions; and, as I observed, in the circ.u.mstances some people might have suspicions. I may say that, indirectly, Lorimer knew that he would profit by my partner"s death."
I started, and would have risen, burning with wrath, but Grace"s clasp held me fast. The next moment her father and Calvert entered the room. The former glanced toward us in cold surprise; and then, in a hard, ringing tone, Grace said:
"There is still, I hope, a little charity left in the world. The reference is hardly becoming. There are others beside Mr. Lorimer who would benefit, directly, by Geoffrey Ormond"s death."
I would have spoken, but she prevented me; and her father stood for a moment speechless with astonishment. Grace was a dutiful daughter, and, though he must have tried her patience hardly now and then, I fancied that this was the first time she had ever openly defied him; while I saw that the shaft had gone home. Colonel Carrington was not, however, to be shaken into any exhibition of feeling, for he turned to me with his usual chilliness:
"I congratulate you on your lucky escape," he said. "Calvert has told me.