"The snow and stones come down the middle and they"ll stop by and by.
Don"t talk. Start!"
Deering hesitated. He was big and muscular, but he admitted that on the rocks Stannard was the better man. Moreover, to know he was accountable for Jimmy"s plunge had shaken him, and he saw Stannard was very cool.
"Take the flask," he said and went off at a reckless speed.
VI
DEERING OWNS A DEBT
Jimmy saw a pale star, and veins of snow streaking high shadowy rocks.
He thought when he looked up not long before, the sun was on the mountain, but perhaps it was not. His brain was dull and he was numbed by cold. He shivered and shut his eyes, but after a few minutes he smelt cigar-smoke and looked about again. Although it was getting dark, he saw somebody sitting in the gloom at the bottom of the rocks.
"Where"s Deering?" he asked. "Did I let him go?"
"You did not. Take a drink," the other replied and pushed a flask into Jimmy"s hand.
Jimmy drank, gasped, and tried to get up, but found he could not move.
"Where is Deering?" he insisted.
"I expect he"s crossing the glacier with the guides from the hotel,"
said the man, who took the flask from him, and Jimmy knew Stannard"s voice.
"Then where am I?"
"You are in the gully. You held on to Deering until he got support for his foot. Then you slipped off the big stone. Something like that, anyhow. Do you feel pain at any particular spot?"
"I don"t know if one spot hurts worse than another. All hurt; I doubt if I can get up."
"You mustn"t try," said Stannard firmly. "When Deering arrives we"ll help you up."
Jimmy pondered. Since the evening was very cold, he thought it strange Stannard had pulled off his coat. Then he saw somebody had put over him a coat that was not his.
"Why have you given me your clothes?" he asked.
"For one thing, I didn"t fall about forty feet."
"If I had fallen forty feet, I"d have got smashed. It"s obvious!"
"Perhaps you hit the side of the gully and rolled down, but it"s not important. When one gets a jolt like yours the shock"s as bad as the local injury. Are you cold?"
"I"m horribly cold, but although I heard stones not long since I don"t think I got hit."
"The stones run down the middle and I pulled you against the rock."
"You"re a good sort," Jimmy remarked. "Deering"s a good sort. To know he"s not hurt is some relief."
Stannard said nothing and Jimmy asked for a cigarette. Stannard gave him a cigarette and a light, but after a few moments he let it drop.
"The tobacco"s not good," he said, dully, and began to muse.
He was strangely slack and his body was numb. Perhaps to feel no local pain was ominous; he knew a man who fell on the rocks and had not afterwards used his legs. To be wheeled about for all one"s life was horrible. When a doctor arrived he would know his luck, and in the meantime he dared not dwell on things like that. He studied the rocks.
Stannard had obviously come down by the slanting crack; Jimmy thought he himself could not have done so. Then Stannard, risking his getting hit by rebounding stones, had remained with him for some hours. When Jimmy helped Deering the sun shone, and now the stars were out. The gully was high on the mountain and after the sun went the cold was keen, but Stannard had given him his coat. Stannard was like that.
"I expect you sent Deering to the hotel?" Jimmy resumed after a time.
"Yes; I was firm. Deering wanted to go down to you; but I doubted if he could get down and the important thing was to fetch help. You must be moved as soon as possible."
Jimmy nodded; Deering was the man he had thought. All the same, Stannard"s was the finer type. Jimmy had long known his pluck, but he had other qualities. When one must front a crisis he was cool; he saw and carried out the proper plan. But Jimmy"s brain was very dull, and Stannard"s figure melted and the rocks got indistinct.
After a time, he heard a noise. A shout echoed in the gully, nailed boots rattled on stones and it looked as if men were coming up. Deering, breathless and gasping, arrived before the others and motioned to Stannard.
"Not much grounds to be disturbed, I think," said Stannard in a quiet voice. "He was talking sensibly not long since."
Deering came to Jimmy and touched his arm. "You"re not broke up, partner? You haven"t got it against me that I pulled you off the rocks?"
"Certainly not! I slipped off," Jimmy declared. "Anyhow, you"re my friend."
"Sure thing," said Deering quietly. "Take a drink of hot soup. We"ll soon pack you out." He put a vacuum flask in Jimmy"s hand and turned to the others. "Let"s get busy, boys."
Jimmy did not know much about their journey down the gully and across the glacier, but at length he was vaguely conscious of bright lights and the tramp of feet along an echoing pa.s.sage. People gently moved him about; he felt he was in a soft, warm bed, and with languid satisfaction he went to sleep.
When the others saw Jimmy was asleep they went off quietly, but at the end of the pa.s.sage Deering stopped Stannard.
"Let"s get a drink," he said. "For four or five hours I"ve hustled some and I need a pick-me-up."
Stannard gave him a keen glance. Deering had hustled. To carry Jimmy down the rocks and across the glacier, in the dark, was a strenuous undertaking, and where strength was needed the big man had n.o.bly used his. Yet Stannard imagined the strain that had bothered him was not physical.
"Oh, well," he said, "I"ll go to the bar with you. Waiting for you in the gully was not a soothing job."
"You knew I"d get back," Deering rejoined. "If I"d had to haul out the cook and bell-boys I"d have brought help."
"I didn"t know how long you"d be and speed was important."
"You"re a blamed cool fellow," Deering remarked. "If you had not taken control, I expect we"d have jolted Jimmy off the stretcher, and maybe have gone through the snow-bridge the guide didn"t spot. Then you stayed with him, pulled him out of the way of the snow-slides, and kept him warm. I expect you saved his life."
"To some extent, perhaps that is so," Stannard agreed. "That somebody must pull Jimmy against the rock was obvious. All the same, I knew the stones wouldn"t bother us after it got cold."
Deering was puzzled. Stannard"s habit was not to boast, but it looked as if he were willing to admit he had saved Jimmy"s life. Deering speculated about his object.
"Well," he said, "I own I was badly rattled. You see, if the kid had not held fast, I"d have gone right down the rock face and don"t know where I"d have stopped. Perhaps it"s strange, but I remembered I"d got five hundred dollars of his and the thing bothered me. To know I"d played a straight game didn"t comfort me much."
"You"re a sentimentalist," Stannard rejoined with a smile. "I don"t know that a crooked game was indicated. But let"s get our drinks."