"_ Some_ night and _some_ game!" murmured Rainey, as they emerged from the tent.
When the men in native garb, who had stolen the submarine, lifted the hatch to take an observation, they were utterly unaware of the presence of two figures crouching behind the conning-tower. This, in spite of the fact that the men wore their long knives strapped to their waists, gave Dave and the engineer a decided advantage--an advantage they were not slow to make the most of.
Fortunately, the robbers crowded up the hatchway, all eager to catch a first view of the reputed gold valley, in which lay the treasure city.
As the third head peeped above the hatch, Jarvis sprang at them. Swinging his ice-anchor, an ugly cudgel of bent iron with a chilled steel point, he sent two of the villains sprawling at a single blow. Meanwhile, Dave, who had grappled with the third man, made a misstep and together they plunged down the hatchway. His opponent landed full on Dave"s stomach, and so crushed the breath from him that for a second the lad could not move. But instantly, he realized that he must act. The man was attempting to draw his long knife. Thrusting out a hand, Dave gripped the point of the blade in its soft leather sheath so tightly that it could not be withdrawn.
Struggling with every ounce of strength, the two men were rolling over and over on the deck. The stranger was heavier and evidently older than Dave, but the American had one advantage. He was dressed only in woolens.
The heavy skin clothing of his antagonist hampered his action. In spite of this, Dave felt himself losing out in the battle. The stranger"s hand was gripping closer and closer to his throat, and he felt his own hand losing its hold on the knife-blade, when he heard a welcome roar from the hatchway. It was Jarvis. With one leap he was at Dave"s side. For an old man, he was surprisingly quick. Yet, he was not too quick, for the murderous knife was swinging above Dave"s chest and a hand was at his throat, when Jarvis clove the a.s.sailant"s skull with his ice-anchor.
With a groan the man collapsed. The knife clattered to the deck. Jarvis dropped to the floor panting.
"Are you hurt?" he gasped.
"No! Are you?"
"Not a scratch. Some jolly little weapon, them ice-h"anchors. H"I"ll wear one of "em h"in me belt from now on! H"I "ates t" think "ow cold th"
water was when h"I pitched "em h"in, them other two."
"Kill "em?"
"Not that bad. But mebby they"ll drown. H"I"ll go see. H"I"d "ate t" see "em climbin" back."
He hurried up the hatchway, followed closely by Dave.
Not a sign of the two men was to be seen, either on the submarine, in the water or on the solid sh.o.r.e-ice, a few rods away.
"What d" y" think of that?" asked Jarvis, mopping his brow. "They"re gone!"
"Perhaps they drowned."
"Mebbe drowned--mebby they"re "id h"in th" h"ice."
"Well, anyway, we"re rid of them," said Dave. "We"ll sew the dead one up in a blanket and throw him overboard; then we"ll be going back. Think how all fussed up the Doctor will be." The boy chuckled.
"Going back?" Jarvis stared, as if unable to believe his ears. "Going back? And the treasure city within peep of h"our h"eyes. Going back, did y" say? H"I "ates t" think "ow rich we"ll be, you an" me."
The sun was setting behind the dark line of timber. Some object at a point where the timber ended and the tundra began cast back the sunlight with a golden glow.
"D" y" see it, lad?" exclaimed the excited old man. "D"y"see it?
H"it"s gold."
CHAPTER XII
THE RUSSIAN TIGER
When Rainey and Thompson, accompanied by the native, left the village to hunt the strange creature that was working havoc with the village reindeer herd, they walked directly away from the rows of deerskin houses toward the tundra at the foot of the hills where, some five miles away, the deer were herded.
The five miles were accomplished mostly in silence. Each man was busy with his own thoughts. As for the little native, he seemed quite without fear as long as he was with the powerful "spirits of dead whales."
When they approached the brown line of the herd that spread itself across the horizon, the boy led them around it to a point beyond where the beast attacked the young deer.
There, though the ground had been much trampled by the maddened herd, they found many traces of the attack. Splotches of blood stained the snow and made a well-defined trail where the creature had carried off its prey. Soon they were beyond the patches of trampled snow and then the native left them to follow the trail alone.
Faintly, from the distance, came the rattle and clatter of reindeer antlers as the herd moved about. Above them, in all its silver glory, shone the moon. Now and again the hunters gave a start, as a ptarmigan, roused from its slumbers, went whirring away. To them every purple shadow of rock or bush or snow-pile might be the beast crouching over his kill.
"The Doctor"s right!" exclaimed Rainey, bending over the trail, which still showed a bloodspot here and there. "It"s no polar bear--here"s the scratch of his claws where he climbed this bank. Polar bears have no claws, only a sort of hard lump on the end of each toe."
"No wolf, either," said Thompson, examining the tracks carefully. "The scratches are too long and too far apart. But, for that matter, who would even dream of a wolf large enough to carry off a two hundred pound deer?"
The beast"s soft paws on the snow, hard-packed by Arctic winds, left a trail very difficult to follow. But, bit by bit, they traced it out.
At last the creature, having climbed a hill, had taken down a narrow ravine where scrub willows grew thick. And here they found unmistakable evidence that it had been some form of a great cat that had pa.s.sed this way.
"Just like a cat"s track," said Rainey. "And look at the size of "em; must measure five inches across!"
They paused at the edge of the willows. They were brave men, but not fools. Only fools would venture into that thicket, where every advantage would be on the side of the lurking monster.
"There"s a ridge up there running right along the side of this scrub,"
said Rainey. "We"ll climb up there and walk along it. May get a glimpse of him. Then, again, he may have come out on the other side and gone on."
They climbed the bank and started along the ridge. Every yellow bunch of dead willow leaves at once became for the moment a crouching tiger, but each, in turn, was pa.s.sed up. So they walked the ridge and had pa.s.sed the willow clump, when Rainey gripped his companion"s arm, whispering:
"What"s that down there to the right? I think I saw it move."
Thompson gazed down the narrow pa.s.s for a moment, then whispered:
"C"mon. It"s the very old chap. We can skirt the next bank of rocks and be right above him. We"re in luck. It will be an easy shot!"
Creeping on hands and knees, with bated breath and nerves a-tingle, the boys came presently to a point above the half-hidden beast. As they peered down at him they could barely suppress exclamations of surprise.
It was, indeed, a tiger. And such a tiger! Never, in any zoo or menagerie, had they seen his equal. He was a monster, with ma.s.sive head, deep chest and powerful limbs; and his thick fur--nature"s protection against the Arctic cold--seemed to emphasize both his size and his savageness.
"You"re the best shot," whispered Rainey. "Try him!"
Thompson lifted his rifle and with steady nerve aimed at a point back of the fore-leg.
The tiger, who up to this time had apparently neither heard nor scented them, but had been crouching half asleep beside his mangled prey, seemed suddenly to become aware of their presence. Just as the rifle cracked, he sprang up the bank. His deafening roar told that the bullet had found a mark, but it did not check his charge.
Then came a catastrophe. Rainey leaned too far forward, causing some rocks and loose snow to slide from beneath him, and, in another second he shot down a steep incline to what seemed certain death.
To his surprise, he found himself dropping straight down. A hidden cliff here jutted out over the drifted snow. To his much greater surprise, instead of being knocked senseless, he was immediately engulfed in what seemed an avalanche of snow leaping up to meet him. His alert mind told him what had happened. A blizzard of a few days previous had driven great quant.i.ties of snow against the cliff. This snow was not hard-packed, and he had been buried in it by the fall. The problem now was to avoid the tiger, who was sure to spring upon him at the first glimpse and tear him in pieces. Then, suddenly, there flashed through his mind a picture left over from his boyhood days. It was that of a cat endeavoring to catch a mole, which burrowed industriously beneath the snow, raising a ridge as he burrowed. Could he play the part of the mole, as the tiger was sure to play the part of the cat? It was his only chance. His companion would not dare to shoot until he knew where Rainey was.