"How do you know where he went?"
"Saw him start."
"And that"s all you know of what became of him?"
"No, it ain"t, young man. I know, we all know, he had four days" grub an" no gun to shoot meat with. If he didn"t make the settlement on the Yukon he"d croaked long before this."
"I suppose you"ve got all the guns in this part of the country accounted for, too," Smoke observed pointedly.
Shunk Wilson was angry. "You"d think I was the prisoner the way you slam questions into me. Now then, come on with the next witness. Where"s French Louis?"
While French Louis was shoving forward, Lucy opened the door.
"Where you goin"?" Shunk Wilson shouted.
"I reckon I don"t have to stay," she answered defiantly. "I ain"t got no vote, an" besides, my cabin"s so jammed up I can"t breathe."
In a few minutes her husband followed. The closing of the door was the first warning the judge received of it.
"Who was that?" he interrupted Pierre"s narrative to ask.
"Bill Peabody," somebody spoke up. "Said he wanted to ask his wife something and was coming right back."
Instead of Bill, it was Lucy who re-entered, took off her furs, and resumed her place by the stove.
"I reckon we don"t need to hear the rest of the witnesses," was Shunk Wilson"s decision, when Pierre had finished. "We already know they only can testify to the same facts we"ve already heard. Say, Sorensen, you go an" bring Bill Peabody back. We"ll be votin" a verdict pretty short.
Now, stranger, you can get up an" say your say concernin" what happened.
In the meantime, we"ll just be savin" delay by pa.s.sin" around the two rifles, the ammunition, an" the bullet that done the killin"."
Midway in his story of how he had arrived in that part of the country, and at the point in his narrative where he described his own ambush and how he had fled to the bank, Smoke was interrupted by the indignant Shunk Wilson.
"Young man, what sense is there in you testifyin" that way? You"re just takin" up valuable time. Of course you got the right to lie to save your neck, but we ain"t goin" to stand for such foolishness. The rifle, the ammunition, an" the bullet that killed Joe Kinade is against you. What"s that? Open the door, somebody!"
The frost rushed in, taking form and substance in the heat of the room, while through the open door came the whining of dogs that decreased rapidly with distance.
"It"s Sorensen an" Peabody," some one cried, "a-throwin" the whip into the dawgs an" headin" down river!"
"Now, what the h.e.l.l--!" Shunk Wilson paused, with dropped jaw, and glared at Lucy. "I reckon you can explain, Mrs. Peabody."
She tossed her head and compressed her lips, and Shunk Wilson"s wrathful and suspicious gaze pa.s.sed on and rested on Breck.
"An" I reckon that newcomer you"ve been chinning with could explain if HE had a mind to."
Breck, now very uncomfortable, found all eyes centered on him.
"Sam was chewing the rag with him, too, before he hit out," some one said.
"Look here, Mr. Breck," Shunk Wilson continued. "You"ve been interruptin" proceedings, and you got to explain the meanin" of it. What was you chinnin" about?"
Breck cleared his throat timidly and replied. "I was just trying to buy some grub."
"What with?"
"Dust, of course."
"Where"d you get it?"
Breck did not answer.
"He"s been snoopin" around up the Stewart," a man volunteered. "I run across his camp a week ago when I was huntin". An" I want to tell you he was almighty secretious about it."
"The dust didn"t come from there," Breck said. "That"s only a low-grade hydraulic proposition."
"Bring your poke here an" let"s see your dust," Wilson commanded.
"I tell you it didn"t come from there."
"Let"s see it, just the same."
Breck made as if to refuse, but all about him were menacing faces.
Reluctantly, he fumbled in his coat pocket. In the act of drawing forth a pepper-can, it rattled against what was evidently a hard object.
"Fetch it all out!" Shunk Wilson thundered.
And out came the big nugget, fist-size, yellow as no gold any onlooker had ever seen. Shunk Wilson gasped. Half a dozen, catching one glimpse, made a break for the door. They reached it at the same moment, and, with cursing and scuffling, jammed and pivoted through. The judge emptied the contents of the pepper-can on the table, and the sight of the rough lump-gold sent half a dozen more toward the door.
"Where are you goin"?" Eli Harding asked, as Shunk started to follow.
"For my dogs, of course."
"Ain"t you goin" to hang him?"
"It"d take too much time right now. He"ll keep till we get back, so I reckon this court is adjourned. This ain"t no place for lingerin"."
Harding hesitated. He glanced savagely at Smoke, saw Pierre beckoning to Louis from the doorway, took one last look at the lump-gold on the table, and decided.
"No use you tryin" to get away," he flung back over his shoulder.
"Besides, I"m goin" to borrow your dogs."
"What is it?--another one of them blamed stampedes?" the old blind trapper asked in a queer and petulant falsetto, as the cries of men and dogs and the grind of the sleds swept the silence of the room.
"It sure is," Lucy answered. "An" I never seen gold like it. Feel that, old man."
She put the big nugget in his hand. He was but slightly interested.
"It was a good fur-country," he complained, "before them danged miners come in an" scared back the game."
The door opened, and Breck entered. "Well," he said, "we four are all that are left in camp. It"s forty miles to the Stewart by the cut-off I broke, and the fastest of them can"t make the round trip in less than five or six days. But it"s time you pulled out, Smoke, just the same."