"Maybe I do, but I ain"t clumsy at guessin" that of all the tight places I"ve ever be"n in, this is the tightest. How far can you swim?"
"Not a stroke."
"So can I."
"Anyway, it"s better than being lost in a dust storm--we won"t shrivel up and die of thirst."
"No, we won"t die of thirst, all right. But you an" me have sure stumbled into a fine mess. What"ll Win think, an" what"ll everyone else think? If we go under, they"ll never know any different, an" if we do happen to get across, it"ll be some several days before this river gets down to where we can get back, an" I can see from here what a lovely time we"re goin" to have explainin" things to the satisfaction of all parties concerned."
"You seem to be a born pessimist. We"re not going under, and what"s to prevent us from waiting out here until the men on the bank go away, and then going back where we started from?"
A flash of lightning illumined the horizon and the Texan"s voice blended with a low rumble of thunder. "With the force of water the way it is,"
he explained, "we can"t move this boat an inch. It"ll carry to the middle on the slack of the line, an" in the middle we"ll stay. It"ll be uphill both ways from there an" we can"t budge her an inch. Then, either the line"ll bust, or the river will keep on risin" till it just naturally pulls us under."
"Maybe the river will start to fall," ventured the girl.
"Maybe it won"t. We"ve had enough rain this spring for four summers already--an" more comin"."
"We"ll get out someway." The Texan knew that the words were forced. And his heart bounded with admiration for this girl who could thus thrust danger to the winds and calmly a.s.sert that there would be a way out. A nearer flash of lightning was followed by louder thunder. "Sure, we"ll get out," he agreed, heartily. "I didn"t mean we wouldn"t get out. I was just lookin" the facts square in the face. There ain"t any jackpot that folks can get into that they can"t get out of--somehow."
"Oh, does something awful always happen out here?" the girl asked almost plaintively. "Why can"t things be just--just normal, like they ought to be?"
"It ain"t the country, it"s the folks. Get the right combination of folks together, an" somethin"s bound to happen, no matter where you"re at."
Then the storm struck and the girl"s reply was lost in the rush of wind and the crash of thunder, as flash after blinding flash lighted the surface of the flood. They had reached midstream. The boat had lost its forward motion and lay tugging at the taut line as the water rushed and gurgled about it. The rain fell in blinding torrents causing the two horses to huddle against each other, trembling in mortal fear. The drift was thicker in the full sweep of the current, and the Texan had his hands full warding it off the boat with his pole. By the lightning flashes Alice could see his set, tense face as he worked to keep the debris from ma.s.sing against the craft. A heavy object jarred against the cable, and the next moment the two gazed wide eyed at a huge pine, branches and roots thrashing in the air, that had lodged against the line directly upstream. For a few moments it held as the water curled over it in white ma.s.ses of foam. Then the trunk rolled heavily, the roots and branches thrashing wildly in the air, and the whole ma.s.s slipped slowly beneath the cable. It struck the boat with a heavy jar that canted it at a dangerous angle and caused the terrified horses to struggle frantically to keep their feet.
"Quick!" roared the Texan, "get to the upper side, before they smash you!" In vain he was pushing against the trunk of the tree, exerting every atom of power in his body to dislodge its huge bulk that threatened each moment to capsize the clumsy craft. But he might as well have tried to dislodge a mountain. The frightened animals were plunging wildly, adding the menace of their thrashing hoofs to the menace of the river. Vainly the Texan sought to quiet them but the sound of his voice was drowned in the roar of thunder, the swishing splash of rain, and the gurgle of water that purled among the roots and branches of the pine.
Suddenly the lame horse reared high, pawed frantically for a moment and with an almost human scream of terror, plunged over the side. Alice reached swiftly for the flying bridle reins of her own animal and as her hand closed upon them he quieted almost instantly. Relieved of the weight of the other horse, the boat shifted its position for the worse, the bottom canting to a still steeper angle. A flash of lightning revealed the precariousness of the situation. A few inches more, and the water would rush over the side, and both realized that she would fill instantly.
It is a peculiar vagary of the human mind that in moments of greatest stress trivialities loom large. Thus it was that with almost certain destruction staring him in the face, the Texan"s glance took in the detail of the brand that stood out plainly upon the wet flank of the girl"s horse. "What you doin" with a Y Bar cayuse?" he cried. "With Powder Face?" and then, the boat tilted still higher, he felt a splash of water against his foot, and as he reached out to steady himself his hand came in contact with the handle of the ax. Seizing the tool, he sprang erect, poised for an instant upon the edge of the boat which was already awash, and with the next flash of lightning, brought its blade down upon the wire cable stretched taut as a fiddle gut. The rebound of the ax nearly wrenched it from his grasp, the boat shifted as the cable seemed to stretch ever so slightly, and the Texan noted with satisfaction that the edge was no longer awash. Another flash of lightning and he could see the frayed ends where the severed strands were slowly untwisting. Another blow, and the cable parted. With a jerk that nearly threw the occupants into the river the boat righted herself, the flat bottom striking the water with a loud splash. Before Alice realized what had happened she saw the high flung tree-roots thrash wildly as the released tree rolled in the water. She screamed a warning but too late. A root-stub, thick as a man"s arm struck the Texan squarely on top of the head, and without a sound he sank limp and lifeless to the bottom of the boat.
CHAPTER IX
ON THE RIVER
For a moment the girl sat paralysed with terror as her brain grasped the full gravity of her position. The wind had risen, and blowing up river, kicked up waves that struck the boat with sledgehammer force and broke over the gunwales. Overhead the thunder roared incessantly, while about her the thick, black dark burst momentarily into vivid blazes of light that revealed the long slash of the driving rain, and the heaving bosom of the river, with its tossing burden of uprooted trees--revealed, also her trembling horse, and the form of the unconscious Texan lying with face awash in the bottom of the boat. His hat, floating from side to side as the craft rocked in the waves, brushed the horse"s heels, and he lashed out viciously, his iron-shod hoofs striking the side of the boat with a force that threatened to tear the planking loose.
The incident galvanized her into action. If those hoofs had struck the Texan? And if he were not already dead, suppose he should drown in the filthy water in the bottom of the boat? Carefully, she worked the frightened animal to the farther end of the boat, and swiftly made her way to the limp form of the cowboy. She realized suddenly that she was numb with cold. Her hat, too, floated in the bottom of the boat, and her rain-soaked hair clung in wet straggling wisps to her neck and face.
Stooping over the injured man she twisted her fingers into the collar of his shirt and succeeded in raising his face clear of the water. Blood oozed from a long cut on his forehead at the roots of his hair, and on top of his head she noticed a welt the size of a door k.n.o.b. With much effort she finally succeeded in raising him to a sitting posture and propping him into a corner of the boat, where she held him with her body close against his while she bathed his wound and wiped his eyes and lips with her rain-soaked handkerchief. Opening her shirt, the girl succeeded in tearing a strip from her undergarments with which she proceeded to bandage the wound. This proved to be no small undertaking, and it was only after repeated failures that she finally succeeded in affixing the bandage smoothly and firmly in place. The storm continued with unabated fury and, shivering and drenched to the skin, she huddled miserably in the bottom of the boat against the unconscious form of the man.
Added to the physical discomfort came torturing thoughts of their plight. Each moment carried her farther and farther from Timber City--from Win. When the lightning flashed she caught glimpses of the sh.o.r.e, but always it appeared the same distance away. The boat was holding to the middle of the stream. She knew they must have drifted miles. "What would Win say?" over and over the same question repeated itself in her brain, and step by step, she reviewed the events of the night. "I did the right thing--I know I did!" she muttered, "they would have killed him!" And immediately she burst into tears.
Inaction became unbearable, and shifting the body of the Texan so that his head would remain clear of the ever deepening wash in the bottom of the boat, she seized the pole and worked frantically. But after a few moments she realized the futility of her puny efforts to deviate the heavy craft a hair"s breadth from its course. The tree-root that had knocked the Texan unconscious had descended upon the boat, and remained locked over the gunwale, holding the trunk with its high-flung tangle of roots and branches close alongside, the whole structure moving as one ma.s.s.
She discarded the pole and tried to arouse the unconscious man, shaking and pounding him vigorously. After a time his head moved slightly and redoubling her efforts, she soon had the satisfaction of seeing his eyes open slowly. His hand raised to his bandaged head, and dropped listlessly to his side. Placing her lips close to his ear to make herself heard above the roar of the storm, she begged and implored him to rouse himself. He evidently understood, for he moved his arms and legs and shifted his body into a more comfortable position.
"I--don"t--remember--" the words came in a low, faltering voice, "what--happened."
"When you cut the cable that root hit you on the head," she explained, pointing to the root-stub that held the boat firmly against the trunk of the tree.
He nodded his understanding, and in the illumination of the almost continuous flashes of lightning stared at the root, as if trying to collect his scattered wits. The boat jerked unsteadily, hesitated, jerked again and the branches and uplifted roots of the tree swayed and thrashed wildly. He struggled to his knees, and holding to the girl"s arm raised himself unsteadily to his feet where he stood swaying uncertainly, his eyes fixed on the thrashing branches. His vitality returned with a rush. His eyes narrowed as he pointed out the danger, and his voice rang strong above the storm: "Where"s the ax?"
Stooping, the girl recovered it from the water at her feet. Instantly, it was seized from her hand, and staggering to the root, the Texan chopped at it with blows that increased in vigour with each successive swing. A few moments sufficed to sever it, and springing to one side, the man drew the girl to the bottom of the boat, while above them the branches thrashed and tore at the gunwales. A moment later the craft floated free, and placing his lips to her ear, the Texan explained: "They stick down as far as they do up, an" when we pa.s.s over a shallow place they drag along the bottom. If we"d struck a snag that would have held the tree, it would have been "good-night" for us. That root would have ripped down through the bottom, and all there"d be"n left of us is two strings of bubbles. We"re lucky."
Alice shuddered. "An" now," continued the cowboy, "we"ve got to bail out this old tub. What with the water that rolled in over the edge, and what"s rained in, we"ll have a boatful before long."
"Why, there"s barrels of it!" cried the girl. "And we haven"t anything to bail with!"
The Texan nodded: "There"s barrels of it all right. I saw a fellow empty a barrel with a thimble, once--on a bet. It took him a considerable spell, but he did it. My boots hold considerable more"n a thimble, an"
we can each take one an" go to it."
"But, wouldn"t it be better to try and reach sh.o.r.e?"
"Reach sh.o.r.e?" With a sweep of his arm the man indicated the surface of the turgid flood. Following the gesture, Alice realized the utter futility of any attempt to influence the course of the clumsy craft. The wind had risen to a gale, but the full fury of the electrical storm had pa.s.sed. Still continuous, the roar of the thunder had diminished to a low rumbling roll, and the lightning flashed pale, like ghost lightning, its wan luminescence foreshortening the range of vision to include only the nearer reaches of wild lashing water upon whose surface heaved and tossed the trunks and branches of trees over which the whitecapped waves broke with sodden hiss. The sh.o.r.e line with its fringe of timber had merged into the outer dark--an all-enveloping, heavy darkness that seemed in itself a _thing_--a thing of infinite horror whose evil touch was momentarily dispelled by the paling flashes of light. "Oh, where are we? Where are we going?" moaned the girl.
"Down river, somewhere," answered the Texan, with an attempt at cheerfulness. The man was industriously bailing with a boot. He tossed its mate to the girl. "Bail," he urged, "it gives you somethin" to think about, an" it"s good exercise. I was about froze till I got to heavin"
out this water. We ain"t so bad, now. We"re bound to get shoved ash.o.r.e at some bend, or the wind"ll blow us ash.o.r.e. Looks to me as if she was widenin" out. Must of overflowed some flat." Mechanically she took the boot and, following the example of the Texan, began to bail out. "Rain"s quit, an" this wind"ll dry us out when we get the boat emptied so we don"t have to sit in the water. My shirt"s most dry already."
"The wind has changed!" cried the girl. "It"s blowing crosswise of the river, now."
"More likely we"ve rounded a bend," opined the Texan. "I don"t know the river below Claggett."
"If we"re blown ash.o.r.e, now, it will be the wrong sh.o.r.e."
"Most any old sh.o.r.e"d look good to me. I ain"t what you might call aquatic by nature--I ain"t even amphibious." Alice laughed and the sound was music to the Texan"s ears. "That"s right, laugh," he hastened to say, and the girl noticed that the cheerfulness was not forced, "I"ve never heard you laugh much owin" to the fact that our acquaintance has been what you might call tribulations to an extent that has be"n plumb discouragin" to jocosity. But, what was so funny?"
"Oh, nothing. Only one would hardly expect a cowboy, adrift in the middle of a swollen river to be drawing distinctions between words."
"Bailin" water out of a boat with a boot don"t overtax the mental capacity of even a cowboy to absolute paralysis."
"You"re certainly the most astonishing cowboy I"ve ever known."
"You ain"t known many----"
"If I"d known a thousand--" The sentence was never finished. The boat came to a sudden stop. Both occupants were thrown violently to the bottom where they floundered helplessly in their efforts to regain their feet. "What happened?" asked the girl, as she struggled to her knees, holding fast to the gunwale. "Oh, maybe we"re ash.o.r.e!" Both glanced about them as a distant flash of lightning threw its pale radiance over the surface of the flood. On every side was water--water, and the tossing branches of floating trees. The Texan was quieting the terrified horse that crouched at the farther end of the boat, threatening momentarily to become a very real menace by plunging and lashing out blindly in the darkness.
"Struck a rock, I reckon," said the cowboy. "This cayuse"ll be all right in a minute, an" I"ll try to shove her off. Must be we"ve headed along some new channel. There hadn"t ought to be rocks in the main river."
The clumsy craft shifted position with an ugly grating sound as the current sucked and gurgled about it, and the whitecapped waves pounded its sides and broke in white foam over the gunwales. The Texan took soundings with the pole. "Deep water on three sides," he announced, "an"
about a foot down to solid rock on the other. Maybe I can climb out an"
shove her off."
"No! No!" cried the girl, in a sudden panic of fear. "You can"t swim, and suppose something should happen and the boat moved off before you could climb into it? You"d be washed off the rock in a minute, and I--I couldn"t stand it alone!"
"The way she"s millin" around on the rock, I"m afraid she"ll rip her bottom out. She"s leakin" already. There"s more water in here now, than when we started to bail."