Alan was stunned. Speech failed him as he realized the monstrous a.s.surance with which Graham and Rossland were playing their game. And when he made no answer Rossland continued to drive home his arguments, believing that at last Alan was at the point of surrender.
Up in the dark attic the voices had come like ghost-land whispers to old Sokwenna. He lay huddled at the window, and the chill of death was creeping over him. But the voices roused him. They were not strange voices, but voices which came up out of a past of many years ago, calling upon him, urging him, persisting in his ears with cries of vengeance and of triumph, the call of familiar names, a moaning of women, a sobbing of children. Shadowy hands helped him, and a last time he raised himself to the window, and his eyes were filled with the glare of the burning cabin. He struggled to lift his rifle, and behind him he heard the exultation of his people as he rested it over the sill and with gasping breath leveled it at something which moved between him and the blazing light of that wonderful sun which was the burning cabin. And then, slowly and with difficulty, he pressed the trigger, and Sokwenna"s last shot sped on its mission.
At the sound of the shot Alan looked through the window. For a moment Rossland stood motionless. Then the pole in his hands wavered, drooped, and fell to the earth, and Rossland sank down after it making no sound, and lay a dark and huddled blot on the ground.
The appalling swiftness and ease with which Rossland had pa.s.sed from life into death shocked every nerve in Alan"s body. Horror for a brief s.p.a.ce stupefied him, and he continued to stare at the dark and motionless blot, forgetful of his own danger, while a grim and terrible silence followed the shot. And then what seemed to be a single cry broke that silence, though it was made up of many men"s voices. Deadly and thrilling, it was a message that set Alan into action. Rossland had been killed under a flag of truce, and even the men under Graham had something like respect for that symbol. He could expect no mercy--nothing now but the most terrible of vengeance at their hands, and as he dodged back from the window he cursed Sokwenna under his breath, even as he felt the relief of knowing he was not dead.
Before a shot had been fired from outside, he was up the ladder; in another moment he was bending over the huddled form of the old Eskimo.
"Come below!" he commanded. "We must be ready to leave through the cellar-pit."
His hand touched Sokwenna"s face; it hesitated, groped in the darkness, and then grew still over the old warrior"s heart. There was no tremor or beat of life in the aged beast. Sokwenna was dead.
The guns of Graham"s men opened fire again. Volley after volley crashed into the cabin as Alan descended the ladder. He could hear bullets tearing through the c.h.i.n.ks and windows as he turned quickly to the shelter of the pit.
He was amazed to find that Mary Standish had returned and was waiting for him there.
CHAPTER XXVI
In the astonishment with which Mary"s unexpected presence confused him for a moment, Alan stood at the edge of the trap, staring down at her pale face, heedless of the terrific gun-fire that was a.s.sailing the cabin. That she had not gone with Keok and Nawadlook, but had come back to him, filled him with instant dread, for the precious minutes he had fought for were lost, and the priceless time gained during the parley with Rossland counted for nothing.
She saw his disappointment and his danger, and sprang up to seize his hand and pull him down beside her.
"Of course you didn"t expect me to go," she said, in a voice that no longer trembled or betrayed excitement. "You didn"t want me to be a coward. My place is with you."
He could make no answer to that, with her beautiful eyes looking at him as they were, but he felt his heart grow warmer and something rise up chokingly in his throat.
"Sokwenna is dead, and Rossland lies out there--shot under a flag of truce," he said. "We can"t have many minutes left to us."
He was looking at the square of light where the tunnel from the cellar-pit opened into the ravine. He had planned to escape through it--alone--and keep up a fight in the open, but with Mary at his side it would be a desperate gantlet to run.
"Where are Keok and Nawadlook?" he asked.
"On the tundra, hurrying for the mountains. I told them it was your plan that I should return to you. When they doubted, I threatened to give myself up unless they did as I commanded them. And--Alan--the ravine is filled with the rain-mist, and dark--" She was holding his free hand closely to her breast.
"It is our one chance," he said.
"And aren"t you glad--a little glad--that I didn"t run away without you?"
Even then he saw the sweet and tremulous play of her lips as they smiled at him in the gloom, and heard the soft note in her voice that was almost playfully chiding; and the glory of her love as she had proved it to him there drew from him what he knew to be the truth.
"Yes--I am glad. It is strange that I should be so happy in a moment like this. If they will give us a quarter of an hour--"
He led the way quickly to the square of light and was first to creep forth into the thick mist. It was scarcely rain, yet he could feel the wet particles of it, and through this saturated gloom whining bullets cut like knives over his head. The blazing cabin illumined the open on each side of Sokwenna"s place, but deepened the shadows in the ravine, and a few seconds later they stood hand in hand in the blanket of fog that hid the coulee.
Suddenly the shots grew scattering above them, then ceased entirely.
This was not what Alan had hoped for. Graham"s men, enraged and made desperate by Rossland"s death, would rush the cabin immediately.
Scarcely had the thought leaped into his mind when he heard swiftly approaching shouts, the trampling of feet, and then the battering of some heavy object at the barricaded door of Sokwenna"s cabin. In another minute or two their escape would be discovered and a horde of men would pour down into the ravine.
Mary tugged at his hand. "Let us hurry," she pleaded.
What happened then seemed madness to the girl, for Alan turned and with her hand held tightly in his started up the side of the ravine, apparently in the face of their enemies. Her heart throbbed with sudden fear when their course came almost within the circle of light made by the burning cabin. Like shadows they sped into the deeper shelter of the corral buildings, and not until they paused there did she understand the significance of the hazardous chance they had taken. Already Graham"s men were pouring into the ravine.
"They won"t suspect we"ve doubled on them until it is too late," said Alan exultantly. "We"ll make for the kloof. Stampede and the herdsmen should arrive within a few hours, and when that happens--"
A stifled moan interrupted him. Half a dozen paces away a crumpled figure lay huddled against one of the corral gates.
"He is hurt," whispered Mary, after a moment of silence.
"I hope so," replied Alan pitilessly. "It will be unfortunate for us if he lives to tell his comrades we have pa.s.sed this way."
Something in his voice made the girl shiver. It was as if the vanishing point of mercy had been reached, and savages were at their backs. She heard the wounded man moan again as they stole through the deeper shadows of the corrals toward the n.i.g.g.e.r-head bottom. And then she noticed that the mist was no longer in her face. The sky was clearing.
She could see Alan more clearly, and when they came to the narrow trail over which they had fled once before that night it reached out ahead of them like a thin, dark ribbon. Scarcely had they reached this point when a rifle shot sounded not far behind. It was followed by a second and a third, and after that came a shout. It was not a loud shout. There was something strained and ghastly about it, and yet it came distinctly to them.
"The wounded man," said Alan, in a voice of dismay. "He is calling the others. I should have killed him!"
He traveled at a half-trot, and the girl ran lightly at his side. All her courage and endurance had returned. She breathed easily and quickened her steps, so that she was setting the pace for Alan. They pa.s.sed along the crest of the ridge under which lay the willows and the pool, and at the end of this they paused to rest and listen. Trained to the varied night whisperings of the tundras Alan"s ears caught faint sounds which his companion did not hear. The wounded man had succeeded in giving his message, and pursuers were scattering over the plain behind them.
"Can you run a little farther?" he asked.
"Where?"
He pointed, and she darted ahead of him, her dark hair streaming in a cloud that began to catch a faint l.u.s.ter of increasing light. Alan ran a little behind her. He was afraid of the light. Only gloom had saved them this night, and if the darkness of mist and fog and cloud gave way to clear twilight and the sun-glow of approaching day before they reached the kloof he would have to fight in the open. With Stampede at his side he would have welcomed such an opportunity of matching rifles with their enemies, for there were many vantage points in the open tundra from which they might have defied a.s.sault. But the nearness of the girl frightened him. She, after all, was the hunted thing. He was only an incident. From him could be exacted nothing more than the price of death; he would be made to pay that, as Sokwenna had paid. For her remained the unspeakable horror of Graham"s l.u.s.t and pa.s.sion. But if they could reach the kloof, and the hiding-place in the face of the cliff, they could laugh at Graham"s pack of beasts while they waited for the swift vengeance that would come with Stampede and the herdsmen.
He watched the sky. It was clearing steadily. Even the mists in the hollows were beginning to melt away, and in place of their dissolution came faintly rose-tinted lights. It was the hour of dawn; the sun sent a golden glow over the disintegrating curtain of gloom that still lay between it and the tundras, and objects a hundred paces away no longer held shadow or illusionment.
The girl did not pause, but continued to run lightly and with surprising speed, heeding only the direction which he gave her. Her endurance amazed him. And he knew that without questioning him she had guessed the truth of what lay behind them. Then, all at once, she stopped, swayed like a reed, and would have fallen if his arms had not caught her.
"Splendid!" he cried.
She lay gasping for breath, her face against his breast. Her heart was a swiftly beating little dynamo.
They had gained the edge of a shallow ravine that reached within half a mile of the kloof. It was this shelter he had hoped for, and Mary"s splendid courage had won it for them.
He picked her up in his arms and carried her again, as he had carried her through the n.i.g.g.e.r-head bottom. Every minute, every foot of progress, counted now. Range of vision was widening. Pools of sunlight were flecking the plains. In another quarter of an hour moving objects would be distinctly visible a mile away.
With his precious burden in his arms, her lips so near that he could feel their breath, her heart throbbing, he became suddenly conscious of the incongruity of the bird-song that was wakening all about them. It seemed inconceivable that this day, glorious in its freshness, and welcomed by the glad voice of all living things, should be a day of tragedy, of horror, and of impending doom for him. He wanted to shout out his protest and say that it was all a lie, and it seemed absurd that he should handicap himself with the weight and inconvenient bulk of his rifle when his arms wanted to hold only that softer treasure which they bore.
In a little while Mary was traveling at his side again. And from then on he climbed at intervals to the higher swellings of the gully edge and scanned the tundra. Twice he saw men, and from their movements he concluded their enemies believed they were hidden somewhere on the tundra not far from the range-houses.
Three-quarters of an hour later they came to the end of the shallow ravine, and half a mile of level plain lay between them and the kloof.
For a s.p.a.ce they rested, and in this interval Mary smoothed her long hair and plaited it in two braids. In these moments Alan encouraged her, but he did not lie. He told her the half-mile of tundra was their greatest hazard, and described the risks they would run. Carefully he explained what she was to do under certain circ.u.mstances. There was scarcely a chance they could cross it un.o.bserved, but they might be so far ahead of the searchers that they could beat them out to the kloof.
If enemies appeared between them and the kloof, it would be necessary to find a dip or shelter of rock, and fight; and if pursuers from behind succeeded in out-stripping them in the race, she was to continue in the direction of the kloof as fast as she could go, while he followed more slowly, holding Graham"s men back with his rifle until she reached the edge of the gorge. After that he would come to her as swiftly as he could run.
They started. Within five minutes they were on the floor of the tundra.
About them in all directions stretched the sunlit plains. Half a mile back toward the range were moving figures; farther west were others, and eastward, almost at the edge of the ravine, were two men who would have discovered them in another moment if they had not descended into the hollow. Alan could see them kneeling to drink at the little coulee which ran through it.