Strangeways closed his lips tightly together, refusing to take notice, pretending that he had not heard. Granger spoke again. "Mordaunt was not a man," he said.
"In that case," answered Strangeways, "you know what the man suffers who is following behind. I will tell you no more than that."
"You"ve told me enough and I will help you; only pledge me once more on your sacred word that this body was found in a woman"s dress."
Strangeways hesitated; then his eyes caught again the bleakness of the land and his imagination pictured the awful loneliness of life up there. Looking full on Granger he said, "On my most sacred word as a brother-gentleman, the body that was found was clothed in a woman"s dress."
"Then, thank G.o.d, she was not Mordaunt!" said Granger; "but because he knew her to be a woman at the time when he killed her, I will help you none the less."
Having called together Spurling"s huskies, they found them to be too weak for travel, with the exception of the leader, therefore they harnessed in the corporal"s remaining four dogs, putting the yellow-faced stranger at their head. No sooner had they turned their backs and gone inside the store to bring out the necessary provisions, than the four old dogs, jealous of their new leader, hurled themselves upon him, burying their fangs in his s.h.a.ggy hair, intent on tearing him to death--an old-timer husky can stand a good deal of that. He strained on the traces, exposing to them only his hindquarters, running well ahead, and keeping his throat safe. Not until the two men had clubbed them nearly senseless did they subside into sullen quietness; and then only so long as they were watched. Once a back was turned, the four hind dogs piled on to their leader and the fight recommenced.
"You won"t go far with them," said Granger. He did not notice the look of reawakened suspicion which flickered in Strangeways" eyes. "You won"t go far with them; the moment you camp and that yellow-faced beast gets his chance, he"ll chew your four dogs to pieces. That"s what he"s there for, it"s my belief--he"s playing Spurling"s game.
He"ll take you fifty or a hundred miles from Murder Point, and there leave you stranded."
"What would you advise?" This was spoken in a quiet voice.
"I would advise you to wait here till the summer has come, and then to proceed by water."
"But on snow I can follow his trail, whereas travel by water leaves no traces."
"What does that matter? Instead of following him, let him return to you, as he did to-night. You"ve driven him up a blind alley on this Last Chance River; he can only go to the blank wall of the Bay, and then come back."
"He can reach the House of the Crooked Creek."
"And if he does, what of that? He"ll be touching the blank wall then.
They won"t want him. The first question that they"ll ask him will be, "And what have you come here for?" If he can"t give a satisfactory account of himself, they"ll place him under arrest. When you get news of that, you can go up there and fetch him."
"And if he doesn"t get so far as that?"
"You can set out by canoe and drive him back, and back, till you come to the Bay, and he can go no further."
"He might hide, and I might pa.s.s him on the way--what then?"
"In that case he"d double back and come past Murder Point, trying to get out."
"In the meanwhile I should be a hundred, two hundred miles to the northwards, travelling towards the Bay on my fool"s errand, and who would be here to capture him?"
"Why, I should."
"Precisely."
Granger started; the way in which that last word had been spoken had made Strangeways" meaning manifest. He blushed like a girl at the shame of it. "Surely you don"t still distrust me? You don"t think me such a sneak that, having got you out of the way, I"d let him slip by and out?"
"It looks like it."
"But, man, don"t you realise that our interests are the same?"
"Since when?"
"Since you told me of a woman who was done to death on a Yukon river, and lay unburied all winter till the thaw came, and her body was washed down to a creek near Forty-Mile, where it lay through the summer naked, gazed upon, uncovered, and defiled."
"I fancy you knew all that when you helped Spurling to escape."
"Yes, but I didn"t know that it was a woman, and I didn"t know her name."
"And you don"t know her name now."
"I do; it was Jervis Mordaunt who wore a man"s disguise."
"I told you that she wore a woman"s dress."
"I know. I know."
"Then do you mean to tell me that I lied?"
"Perhaps, but not to accuse you. You said it out of kindness, and that was partly true which you said. You meant that the body was naked when it was found."
"If you dare to speak of her like that again, I"ll choke you, and run the risk of getting hanged myself. The land has debased you, as the Yukon debased your friend. I can read you; you"re still half-minded to play his game, and that"s why you want to turn me back."
"Yes, I want to turn you back. Spurling"s a hard-pressed man and he"s dangerous. You can judge of what he is capable by what has just happened. He"s cunning and, in his way, he"s brave; he wouldn"t scruple to take your life. Your best policy is to wait--either here or at G.o.d"s Voice, as you think best. The ice will soon be unsafe to travel; already a mile from here, where the river flows rapidly round from the south-west, the part on the inside bend is rotten. I had to guide Spurling round that. At first, before I saw you and knew who you were, I was tempted not to warn you, to let you take your own chance and go on by yourself, and, perhaps, get drowned; but now, after I have seen you and after what you have told me, I can"t do that."
"So you were tempted to let me drown myself, and now you are repentant?"
Granger bowed his head.
"Then I tell you that if the ice were as rotten as your soul or Spurling"s, I would still follow him, though I had to follow him to h.e.l.l. If I"ve got to die, I"ll die game--and you shan"t turn me back."
Granger ran out after him, calling him to stay, offering to guide him round the danger spot in his trail. But suspicion and untruthfulness had done their work. Only once did he turn his head, when at the crack of the whip the yellow-faced leader leapt forward in his traces. Then he answered him and cried, "He killed the woman I loved, and he shall pay the price though I follow him to h.e.l.l."
So far as is known, these were the last words which Strangeways ever said.
CHAPTER VIII
THE LAST OF STRANGEWAYS
Granger returned to his shack and, closing the door, sat down beside the stove in his accustomed place. He commenced to fill his pipe slowly, stretching out his legs as if he were preparing for a long night of late hours and thoughtfulness. But he could not rest, his whole sensitiveness was listening and alert; the muscles of his body twitched, as if rebuking him for the delay which he imposed on them.
He was expecting to hear a cry; whose cry, and called forth by what agony, he did not dare to surmise, only he must get there before it was too late. Somewhere between his shack and the Forbidden River he must get before the agony began. He rose up, and putting on his capote and snowshoes hurriedly, went out following Strangeways" trail. He had no time to realise the folly of his action--this leaving of his store unguarded and setting forth without an outfit at a season of the year when, perhaps, within a week the ice would break. He did not consider how far he might have to follow before he could hope to come up with Strangeways; nor what Strangeways would think of and do with him if, turning on a sudden his head, he should see the man who had lied to him coming swiftly up behind. He would probably shoot him; but Granger in his frenzy to save Strangeways" life did not think of that. His brain was throbbing with this one thought, that if he did not catch him up before he reached the Forbidden River, he would have seen the last of him alive which any man would ever see in this world, unless that man were Spurling.
So now there were three men spread out across the ice, two of whom followed in the other"s steps. The first man was racing to preserve his own life, the second was pursuing to take it, and the third was following with all his strength that he might save the pursuer"s life from danger. Of these three the last man alone had no fear of death.
The other two were so eager to live, and one of them took such delight in life! Yet, Strangeways was rushing to his destruction as fast as that evil yellow-faced beast, tugging at the traces with might and main, could take him--to where beneath the ice, or in some forest ambush, lay crouched the hidden death. And if he should die, whose fault would that be? Granger was man enough to answer, "The fault would be mine. I told him untruth till he could not believe me when I spoke the truth which would save his life."
Now that he was left solitary again, he resumed that old habit of lonely men of arguing with himself. Between each hurrying stride, he panted out within his brain his unspoken words, his thoughts gasping one behind the other as if his very mind was out of breath. Why had Spurling come back? Why hadn"t he killed all ten huskies outright, and so prevented Strangeways from pursuing farther until the break-up of the ice? He would have gained a month by that. His deed bore about it signs of the ineffectual cunning of the maniac; it had been only worth the doing if carried out bitterly to the end. Yet Spurling had not gone mad; he was too careful of his life and future happiness to permit himself to do that. Then he must have done it for a threat, hoping by the daring and grim humour of his brutality to strike terror into Strangeways and warn him back. Perhaps this was only one of many such experiences which had occurred all along the trail from Selkirk, and the pursuer had recognised both the motive and the challenge.
Well, if you"re compelled to play the game of life-taking, you may as well keep your temper, and set about it sportsmanly with a jest. Even in this horrid revelation of character there was some of the old Spurling left.
Then his thoughts turned to Strangeways. He wondered, had he lied or told the truth when he a.s.serted that the body was not Mordaunt"s which was found at Forty-Mile? He hoped for the best, but he doubted. His manner had been against it, and so had Spurling"s; they had both been keeping something back. Perhaps he had lied out of jealousy, because he could not endure to think that this girl, for whom he had been searching, who now was dead, had been loved by another man--and not a worthy man either, but one whom he despised.