"That"s what he done," answered old Kirkby.

"Poor man," murmured Enid.

"But why?" asked Phillips.

"They were five days away from a settlement, there wasn"t a human being within a hundred and fifty miles of them, not even an Indian," continued Maitland. "She was so frightfully broken and mangled that he couldn"t carry her away."

"But why couldn"t he leave her and go for help?" asked Bradshaw.

"The wolves, the bears, or the vultures would have got her. These woods and mountains were full of them then and there are some of them, left now, I guess."

The two little girls crept closer to their grown up cousin, each casting anxious glances beyond the fire light.

"Oh, you"re all right, little gals," said Kirkby, rea.s.suringly, "they wouldn"t come nigh us while this fire is burnin" an" they"re pretty well hunted out I guess; "sides, there"s men yere who"d like nothin" better"n drawin" a bead on a big b"ar."

"And so," continued Maitland, "when she begged him to shoot her, to put her out of her misery, he did so and then he started back to the settlement to tell his story and stumbled on us looking after him."

"What happened then?"

"I went back to the camp," said Maitland. "We loaded Newbold on a mule and took him with us. He was so crazy he didn"t know what was happening, he went over the shooting again and again in his delirium. It was awful."

"Did he die?"

"I don"t think so," was the answer, "but really I know nothing further about him. There were some good women in that camp, and we put him in their hands, and I left shortly afterwards."

"I kin tell the rest," said old Kirkby. "Knowin" more about the mountains than most people hereabouts I led the men that didn"t go back with Bob an" Newbold to the place w"ere he said his woman fell, an"

there we found her, her body, leastways."

"But the wolves?" queried the girl.

"He"d drug her into a kind of a holler and piled rocks over her. He"d gone down into the canon, w"ich was somethin" frightful, an" then climbed up to w"ere she"d lodged. We had plenty of rope, havin" brought it along a purpose, an" we let ourselves down to the shelf where she was a lyin". We wrapped her body up in blankets an" roped it an" finally drug her up on the old Injun trail, leastways I suppose it was made afore there was any Injuns, an" brought her back to Evergreen camp, w"ich the only thing about it that was green was the swing doors on the saloon. We got a parson out from Denver an" give her a Christian burial."

"It that all?" asked Enid as the old man paused again.

"Nope."

"Oh, the man?" exclaimed the woman with quick intuition.

"He recovered his senses so they told us, an" w"en we got back he"d gone."

"Where?" was the instant question.

Old Kirkby stretched out his hands.

"Don"t ax me," he said. "He"d jest gone. I ain"t never seed or heerd of him sence. Poor little Louise Rosser, she did have a hard time."

"Yes," said Enid, "but I think the man had a harder time than she. He loved her?"

"It looked like it," answered Kirkby.

"If you had seen him, his remorse, his anguish, his horror," said Maitland, "you wouldn"t have had any doubt about it. But it is getting late. In the mountains everybody gets up at daybreak. Your sleeping bags are in the tents, ladies, time to go to bed."

As the party broke up, old Kirkby rose slowly to his feet. He looked meaningly toward the young woman, upon whom the spell of the tragedy still lingered, he nodded toward the brook, and then repeated his speaking glance at her. His meaning was patent, although no one else had seen the covert invitation.

"Come, Kirkby," said the girl in quick response, "you shall be my escort. I want a drink before I turn in. No, never mind," she said, as Bradshaw and Phillips both volunteered, "not this time."

The old frontiersman and the young girl strolled off together. They stopped by the brink of the rushing torrent a few yards away. The noise that it made drowned the low tones of their voices and kept the others, busy preparing to retire, from hearing what they said.

"That ain"t quite all the story, Miss Enid," said the old trapper meaningly. "There was another man."

"What!" exclaimed the girl.

"Oh, there wasn"t nothin" wrong with Louise Rosser, w"ich she was Louise Newbold, but there was another man. I suspected it afore, that"s why she was sad. W"en we found her body I knowed it."

"I don"t understand."

"These"ll explain," said Kirkby. He drew out from his rough hunting coat a package of soiled letters; they were carefully enclosed in an oil skin and tied with a faded ribbon. "You see," he continued, holding them in his hand, yet carefully concealing them from the people at the fire.

"W"en she fell off the cliff--somehow the mule lost his footin", n.o.body never knowed how, leastways the mule was dead an" couldn"t tell--she struck on a spur or shelf about a hundred feet below the brink.

Evidently she was carryin" the letters in her dress. Her bosom was frightfully tore open an" the letters was lying there. Newbold didn"t see "em, because he went down into the canon an" came up to the shelf, or b.u.t.te head, w"ere the body was lyin", but we dropped down. I was the first man down an" I got "em. n.o.body else seein" me, an" there ain"t no human eyes, not even my wife"s, that"s ever looked on them letters, except mine and now yourn."

"You are going to give them to me?"

"I am," said Kirkby.

"But why?"

"I want you to know the hull story."

"But why, again?"

"I rather guess them letters"ll tell," answered the old man evasively, "an" I like you, and I don"t want to see you throwed away."

[Ill.u.s.tration: "Read the letters," he said. "They"ll tell the story.

Good night."]

"What do you mean?" asked the girl, curiously, thrilling to the solemnity of the moment, the seriousness, the kind affection of the old frontiersman, the weird scene, the fire light, the tents gleaming ghost-like, the black wall of the canon and the tops of the mountain range broadening out beneath the stars in the clear sky where they twinkled above her head. The strange and terrible story, and now the letters in her hand which somehow seemed to be imbued with human feeling, greatly affected her! Kirkby patted her on the shoulder.

"Read the letters," he said. "They"ll tell the story. Good-night."

CHAPTER VI

THE POOL AND THE WATER SPRITE

Long after the others in the camp had sunk into the profound slumber of weary bodies and good consciences, a solitary candle in the small tent occupied by Enid Maitland alone, gave evidence that she was busy over the letters which Kirkby had handed to her.

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