"We"ve got to. I"m as willin" to lay down my life for that young gal as anybody on earth, but in this yere mist an" as black a night as it"s goin" to be, we couldn"t go ten rod without killin" ourselves an" we couldn"t see nothin" noways."
"But she may be in the canon."
"If she"s in the canon "twon"t make no difference to her w"ether we finds her to-morrer or next day or next year, Bob."
Maitland groaned in anguish.
"I can"t stay here inactive," he persisted stubbornly.
"It"s a hard thing, but we got to wait till mornin". Ef she got out of the canon and climbed up on the hogback she"ll be all right; she"ll soon find out she can"t make no progress in this mist and darkness. No, old friend, we"re up agin it hard; we jest got to stay the night w"ere we are an" as long as we got to wait we might as well make ourselves as comfortable as possible. For the wimmen an" children anyway. I fetched up some ham and some canned goods and other eatin"s in these yere canvas sacks, we might kindle a fire--"
"It"s hardly possible," said Maitland, "we shall have to eat it cold."
"Oh, Robert," pleaded his wife, "isn"t it possible that she may have escaped?"
"Possible, yes, but--"
"We won"t give up hope, ma"am," said Kirkby, "until to-morrer w"en we"ve had a look at the canon."
By this time the others joined the party. Phillips and Bradshaw showed the stuff that was in them; they immediately volunteered to go down the canon at once, knowing little or nothing of its dangers and indifferent to what they did know, but as Kirkby had pointed out the attempt was clearly impossible. Maitland bitterly reproached himself for having allowed the girl to go alone, and in those self reproaches old Kirkby joined.
They were too wet and cold to sleep, there was no shelter and it was not until early in the morning they succeeded in kindling a fire. Meanwhile the men talked the situation over very carefully. They were two days"
journey from the wagons. It was necessary that the woman and children should be taken back at once. Kirkby hadn"t been able to save much more than enough to eat to get them back to a ranch or settlement, and on very short rations at best. It was finally decided that George and Pete with Mrs. Maitland, the two girls and the youngster should go back to the wagon, drive to the nearest settlement, leave the women and then return on horseback with all speed to meet Maitland and Kirkby who would meanwhile search the canon.
The two men from the east had to go back with the others although they pleaded gallantly to be allowed to remain with the two who were to take up the hunt for Enid. Maitland might have kept them with him, but that meant retaining a larger portion of the scanty supplies that had been saved, and he was compelled against his will to refuse their requests.
Leaving barely enough to subsist Maitland and Kirkby for three or four days, or until the return of the relief party, the groups separated at daybreak.
"Oh, Robert," pleaded his wife, as he kissed her good-by, "take care of yourself, but find Enid."
"Yes," answered her husband, "I shall, never fear, but I must find the dear girl or discover what has become of her."
There was not time for further leave taking. A few hand clasps from man to man and then Robert Maitland standing in the midst of the group bowed his head in the sunny morning, for the sky again was clear, and poured out a brief prayer that G.o.d would prosper them, that they would find the child and that they would all be together again in health and happiness.
And without another word, he and Kirkby plunged down the side of the canon, the others taking up their weary march homeward with sad hearts and in great dismay.
CHAPTER X
A TELEGRAM AND A CALLER
"You say," asked Maitland, as they surveyed the canon, "that she went down the stream?"
"She said she was goin" down. I showed her how to cut across the mountains an" avoid the big bend, I"ve got no reason to suspicion that she didn"t go w"ere she said."
"Nevertheless," said Maitland, "it is barely possible that she may have changed her mind and gone up the canon."
"Yep, the female mind does often change unexpected like," returned the other, "but w"ether she went up or down, the only place for us to look, I take it, is down, for if she"s alive, if she got out of the canon and is above us, nacherly she"d follow it down yere an" we"d a seed her by this time. If she didn"t git out of the canon, why, all that"s left of her is bound to be down stream."
Maitland nodded, he understood.
"We"d better go down then," continued Kirkby, whose reasoning was flawless except that it made no allowance for the human-divine interposition that had been Enid Maitland"s salvation. "An" if we don"t find no traces of her down stream, we kin come back here an" go up."
It was a hard desperate journey the two men took. One of them followed the stream at its level, the other tramped along in the mountains high above the high water mark of the day before. If they had needed any evidence of the power of that cloud burst and storm, they found it in the canon. In some places where it was narrow and rocky, the pa.s.s had been fearfully scoured; at other places the whole aspect of it was changed. The place was a welter of up-rooted trees, logs jammed together in fantastic shapes; it was as if some wanton besom of destruction had swept the narrow rift.
Ever as they went they called and called. The broken obstructions of the way made their progress slow; what they would have pa.s.sed over ordinarily in half a day, they had not traversed by nightfall and they had seen nothing. They camped that night far down the canon and in the morning with hearts growing heavier every hour they resumed their search.
About noon of the second day they came to an immense log jam where the stream now broadened and made a sudden turn before it plunged over a fall of perhaps two hundred feet into the lake. It was the end of their quest. If they did not find her there, they would never find her anywhere, they thought. With still hearts and bated breath they climbed out over the log jam and scrutinized it. A brownish gray patch concealed beneath the great pines caught their eyes. They made their way to it.
"It"s a b"ar, a big grizzly," exclaimed Kirkby.
The huge brute was battered out of all semblance of life, but that it was a grizzly bear was clearly evident. Further on the two men caught sight suddenly of a dash of blue. Kirkby stepped over to it, lifted it in his hand and silently extended it to Maitland. It was a sweater, a woman"s sweater. They recognized it at once. The old man shook his head.
Maitland groaned aloud.
"See yere," said Kirkby, pointing to the ragged and torn garment where evidences of discoloration still remained, "looks like there"d bin blood on it."
"Heavens!" cried Maitland, "not that bear, I"d rather anything than that."
"W"atever it is, she"s gone," said the old man with solemn finality.
"Her body may be in these logs here--"
"Or in the lake," answered Kirkby gloomily; "but w"erever she is we can"t git to her now."
"We must come back with dynamite to break up this jam and--"
"Yep," nodded the old man, "we"ll do all that, of course, but now, arter we search this jam o" logs I guess there"s nothin" to do but go back, an" the quicker we git back to the settlement, the quicker we can git back here. I think we kin strike acrost the mountains an" save a day an"
a half. There"s no need of us goin" back up the canon now, I take it."
"No," answered the other. "The quicker the better, as you say, and we can head off George and the others that way."
They searched the pile eagerly, prying under it, peering into it, upsetting it, so far as they could with their naked hands, but with little result, for they found nothing else. They had to camp another day and next morning they hurried straight over the mountains, reaching the settlement almost as soon as the others. Maitland with furious energy at once organized a relief party. They hurried back to the logs, tore the jam to pieces, searched it carefully and found nothing. To drag the lake was impossible; it was hundreds of feet deep and while they worked it froze. The weather had changed some days before, heavy snows had already fallen, they had to get out of the mountains without further delay or else be frozen up to die. Then and not till then did Maitland give up hope. He had refrained from wiring to Philadelphia, but when he reached a telegraph line some ten days after the cloud burst, he sent a long message east, breaking to his brother the awful tidings.
And in all that they did he and Kirkby, two of the shrewdest and most experienced of men, showed with singular exact.i.tude how easy it is for the wisest and most capable of men to make mistakes, to leave the plain trail, to fail to deduce the truth from the facts presented. Yet it is difficult to point to a fault in their reasoning, or to find anything left undone in the search.
Enid had started down the canon, near the end of it they had discovered one of her garments which they could not conceive any reason for her taking off. It was near the battered body of one of the biggest grizzlies that either man had ever seen, it held evidence of blood stains upon it still, they had found no body, but they were as profoundly sure that the mangled remains of the poor girl lay within the depths of that mountain lake as if they had actually seen her there. The logic was all flawless.
It so happened that on that November morning, when the telegram was approaching him, Mr. Stephen Maitland had a caller. He came at an unusually early hour. Mr. Stephen Maitland, who was no longer an early riser, had indeed just finished his breakfast when the card of Mr. James Armstrong of Colorado was handed to him.
"This, I suppose," he thought testily, "is one of the results of Enid"s wanderings into that G.o.d-forsaken land. Did you ask the man his business, James?" he said aloud to the footman.
"Yes, sir; he said he wanted to see you on important business, and when I made bold to ask him what business, he said it was none of mine, and for me to take the message to you, sir."
"Impudent," growled Mr. Maitland.
"Yes, sir; but he is the kind of a gentleman you don"t talk back to, sir."