It need scarcely be said that this was the arrival of the rescue-party of which Daniel Davidson was in command. Before the starving pair had time to get fairly on their legs, Daniel strode into the camp and seized Elspie in his arms.
We need not repeat what he said, for it was not meant to be made public, but no such reticence need trouble us in regard to old Duncan.
"Hoot! Taniel," said he, somewhat peevishly, "keep your coortin" till efter breakfast, man! It iss a wolf that will be livin" inside o" me for the last few tays--a hungry wolf too--an" nothin" for him to eat.
That"s right, Okematan, on wi" the kettle; it iss yourself that knows what it iss to starve. Blow up the fire, Peter Tavidson. You"re a cliver boy for your age, an" hes goot lungs, I make no doubt."
"That I have, Mr McKay, else I should not be here," said the lad, laughing, as he knelt before the embers of the fire, and blew them into a blaze.
"Wow! Dan, hev ye not a pit pemmican handy?" asked McKay. "It iss little I care for cookin" just now."
"Here you are," said Dan, taking a lump of the desired article from his wallet and handing it to the impatient man; at the same time giving a morsel to Elspie. "I knew you would want it in a hurry, and kept it handy. Where is Duncan? I thought he was with you."
"So he wa.s.s, Taniel, when you left us to go to Rud Ruver, but my son Tuncan was never fond o" stickin" to his father. He left us, an" no wan knows where he iss now. Starvin", maybe, like the rest of us."
"I hope not," said Elspie, while her sire continued his breakfast with manifest satisfaction. "He went off to search for buffalo with Perrin and several others. They said they would return to us if they found anything. But, as they have not come back, we suppose they must have been unsuccessful. Did you meet any of the poor people on the way out, Dan?"
"Ay, we met some of them," replied the hunter, in a sad tone. "All struggling to make their way back to the Settlement, and all more or less starving. We helped them what we could, but some were past help; and we came upon two or three that had fallen in their tracks and died in the snow. But we have roused the Settlement, and there are many rescue-parties out in all directions now, scouring the plains."
"You hev stirred it enough, Okematan," said old McKay, referring to the kettle of food which was being prepared. "Here, fill my pannikin: I can wait no longer."
"Whenever you have finished breakfast we must start off home," said Davidson, helping Elspie to some of the much-needed and not yet warmed soup, which was quickly made by mixing pemmican with flour and water.
"I have brought two sleds, so that you and your father may ride, and we will carry the provisions. We never know when the gale may break out again."
"Or when heavy snow may come on," added Peter, who was by that time busy with his own breakfast.
Okematan occupied himself in stirring the contents of the large kettle, and occasionally devouring a mouthful of pemmican uncooked.
An hour later, and they were making for home almost as fast as the rescue-party had travelled out--the provisions transferred to the strong backs of their rescuers--old McKay and Elspie carefully wrapped up in furs, reposing on the two sledges.
CHAPTER SIX.
DISCORD AND DECEIT, ETCETERA.
It was found, on their arrival at the home of Duncan McKay senior, that Duncan junior had got there before them, he having been met and brought in by one of the settlers who had gone out with his cariole to do what he could for the hunters. The two women who discovered the body of Perrin, however, had not yet arrived, and nothing was known of the murder in the Settlement.
"It iss little troubled _you_ wa.s.s, what came over us," remarked old Duncan angrily, on entering his house, and finding his younger son engaged with a pipe beside the kitchen fire.
"An" how could _I_ know where you wa.s.s; efter I had been huntin" for nothin" for two days?" retorted his son. "Wa.s.s I to think you would be stoppin" in the lame camp till you died? Wa.s.s it not more likely that some wan would find you an" bring you in--as they did?"
"No thanks to you that they did, Tuncan, what_ever_. Where did you leave the other boys?"
"How should I know?" returned the son sharply; "they dropped off--wan here an" wan there--sayin" they would try for a buffalo in wan place or another, or, that they would rest awhile; an" so I wa.s.s left by myself.
I found it quite enough to look efter number wan."
"It hes _always_ been as much, that, as ye could manitch, Tuncan, even when things wa.s.s goin" easy," said the old man with a sarcastic laugh, that induced the young man to rise and quit the room.
He went towards a small shop, or store, as such places were styled in the Nor"-West. It fell to his lot in the family arrangements to look after and manage this store. Indeed the youth"s anxiety for the ease and comfort of "number wan" had induced him to select the post as being a part of the family duties that was peculiarly suited to himself.
On reaching the store he went straight to a large roll of Canadian twist tobacco, cut off a piece, refilled his pipe, and, sitting down on a bale began or, rather, continued to smoke. He had not been seated long when the door opened, and the head of a half-breed peeped cautiously in with an uncommonly sly look.
"That you, Francois La Certe?" said McKay rather sternly, for he knew the man well. "What iss it you will be wantin" now?"
Francois wanted many things--things almost too numerous to mention; but, first, he would pay his debts to Cloudbrow.
"Come, that"s something new," said McKay with a cynical laugh. "You must have come by a fortune, or committed a robbery before ye would be so honest. How much are you goin" to pay?"
"The sledge that you lent me, I have brought back," said the half-breed with a deprecatory air.
"So, you call returning a loan paying your debts?" said Duncan.
La Certe did not quite say that, but he thought it bore some resemblance to a payment to account, and at all events was proof of his good intentions.
"And on the strength of that you"ll want plenty more credit, I hev no doubt."
"No--not plenty," said La Certe, with the earnest air of a man who is exposing his whole soul to inspection, and who means to act this time with the strictest sincerity, to say nothing of honesty. "It is only a little that I want. Not much. Just enough to keep body and soul from sayin" good-bye."
"But you have not paid a fraction of your old debt. How will you be expectin" to meet the new one?"
Oh! La Certe could easily explain that. He was going off immediately to hunt and trap, and would soon return with a heavy load, for there were plenty of animals about. Then in the spring, which was near at hand, he meant to fish, or go to the plains with the hunters, and return laden with bags of pemmican, bales of dried meat, and buffalo-robes enough to pay off all his debts, and leave something over to enable him to spend the winter in luxurious idleness.
"And you expect me to believe all that nonsense?" said McKay, sternly.
La Certe was hurt. Of course he expected to be believed! His feelings were injured, but he was of a forgiving disposition and would say no more about it. He had expected better treatment, however, from one who had known him so long.
"A trip to the plains requires more than powder and shot," said the store-keeper; "where will you be goin" to get a horse an" cart? for you can hev mine no longer."
"Dechamp, he promise to sole me a horse, an" Mrs Davis"n will loan me a cart," returned the half-breed, with lofty independence.
"Hm! an" you will be returnin" the cart an" payin" for the horse when the hunt is over, I suppose?"
Yes, that was exactly the idea that was in La Certe"s brain, and which, he hoped and fully expected, to reduce to practice in course of time--if Duncan McKay would only a.s.sist him by making him a few advances at that present time.
"Well, what do you want?" asked McKay, getting off the bath.
The half-breed wanted a good many things. As he was going off in the course of a few days, and might not be able to return for a long time, he might as well take with him even a few things that he did not absolutely need at the moment. Of course he wanted a good supply of powder, shot, and ball. Without that little or nothing could be done.
Then a new axe, as his old one was much worn--the steel almost gone--and it was well-known that a trapper without an axe was a very helpless creature. A tin kettle was, of course, an absolute necessity; and the only one he possessed had a small hole in it. A few awls to enable him to mend his bark canoe when open water came, and a couple of steel traps, some gun-flints, and, O yes, he had almost forgotten a most essential thing--twine to make a net, and some fish-hooks.
"It iss a regular outfit you will be wanting," remarked the store-keeper, as he handed over the various articles.
O no--not a regular one--only a very little one, considering the length of time he should be away, and the wealth with which he would return.
But again he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten something else.
"Well, what iss it?"
Some glover"s needles and sinews for making leather coats and moccasins.
Needles and thread and scissors, for it was quite clear that people could not live without suitable clothing. A new capote, also, and-- and--a yard or two of scarlet cloth with a few beads.