Pa.s.sing Sully"s place, they found him and his partner ready and waiting, their packs on the saw-buck. Crowley glared at his enemy in silence while the other sneered wickedly back, and Big Knute laughed in his yellow beard.
Buck"s heart sank. Could he outlast these two? He was a boy; they were reckless giants with thews and legs of iron. Knute was a gaunt-framed Viking; Sully a violent, florid man with the quarters of an ox. Through the quixotism of Maynard this trip bade fair to combine the killing grind of a long, fierce stampede with the bitter struggle of man and man, and too well he knew the temper of his red-headed partner to doubt that before the last stake was driven either he or Sully would be down.
From the glare in their eyes at pa.s.sing it came over him that either he or Knute would recross the mountains partnerless. The trail was too narrow for these other men. He shrank from the toil and agony he felt was coming to him through this; then, with it, there came the burning gold-hunger; the l.u.s.t that drives starving, broken wrecks onward unremittingly, over misty hills, across the beds of lava and the forbidden tundra; on, into the new diggings.
It neared eight o"clock, and, although darkness was far distant, the chill that follows the sun fell sharply.
As they swung out on to the river their fatigue had dropped away and they moved with the steady, loose gait of the hardened "musher." Buck looked at his watch. They had been gone an hour.
"The race is on!" said he.
Though unhurried, their progress was likewise unhindered, and the miles slipped backward as the darkness thickened, hour by hour. Straight up the fifty-mile stream to its source, over the great backbone and into the unmapped country their course led. If they hurried they would have first choice of the good claims close about the discovery; if they lagged Sully and his ox-eyed partner would overtake them, and beyond that it was unpleasant to conjecture.
"We"ll hit water pretty soon!" Crowley"s voice broke hours of silence, for they were sparing of language. They neither whistled nor sang nor spoke, for Man is a potential body from which his store of energy wastes through tiny unheeded ways.
True to prophecy, in the darkness of midnight they walked out upon a thin skin of newly frozen ice.
"Look out for the overflow! She froze since dark," Crowley cautioned.
"We"re liable to go through."
On all sides it cracked alarmingly, while they felt it sag beneath their feet. It is bad in the dark to ride the ice of an overflow, for one may crash through ankle-deep to the solid body beneath or plunge to his armpits.
They skated over the yielding surface toward safety till, without warning, Crowley smashed in half-way to his hips. He fell forward bodily, and the ice let him through till he rolled in the water. Buck skimmed over more lightly, and, when they had reached the solid footing, helped him wring out his garments. Straightway the cloth whitened under the frost and crackled when they resumed their march, but there was no time for fires, and by vigorous action he could keep the cold from striking in.
They had threaded up into the region where spring was further advanced, and within half an hour encountered another overflow. Climbing the steep bank, they wallowed through thickets waist-deep in snow. Beneath the crust, which cut knifelike, it was wet and soggy, so they emerged saturated. Then debouching on to the glare ice the boy had a nasty fall, for he slipped, and his loose-hung pack flung him suddenly. Nothing is more wicked than a pack on smooth ice. The surface had frozen gla.s.s-smooth, and constant difficulty beset their progress. Their slick-soled footgear refused to grip it, so that often they fell, always awkwardly, occasionally crushing through into the icy water beneath.
Without warning Buck found that he was very tired. He also found that his pack had grown soggy and quadrupled in weight, tugging sullenly at his aching shoulders.
As daylight showed they slipped harness and, hurriedly gathering twigs, boiled a pot of tea. They took time to prepare nothing else, yet even though the kettle sang speedily, as they drank from around the bend below came voices. Crowley straightened with a curse and, s.n.a.t.c.hing his pack, fled up the stream, followed by his companion. They ran till Buck"s knees failed him. Thereupon the former removed a portion of the youngster"s burden, adding it to his own, and they hurried on for hours, till they fell exhausted upon a dry moss hummock. Here they exchanged footgear, as Buck now found his feet were paining him acutely, owing to the tightness of his rubber boots. They proved too small for Crowley as well, and in a few hours his feet were likewise ruined.
Noon found them limping among the bald hills of the river"s source. Here timber was spa.r.s.e and the snows, too, had thinned; so to avoid the convolutions of the stream they cut across points, floundering among "n.i.g.g.e.rheads"--quaint, wobbly hummocks of gra.s.s--being thrown repeatedly by their packs which had developed a malicious deviltry. This footing was infinitely worse than the reeking ice, but it saved time, so they took it.
Now, under their stiff mackinaws they perspired freely as the sun mounted, until their heavy garments chafed them beneath arms and legs.
Moreover, mosquitoes, which in this lat.i.tude breed within arm"s-length of snow-drifts, continually whined in a vicious cloud before their features.
Human nerves will weather great strains, but wearing, maddening, unending trivialities will break them down, and so, although their journey in miles had been inconsiderable, the dragging packs, the driving panic, the lack of food and firm footing, had trebled it.
Scaling the moss-capped saddle, they labored painfully, a hundred yards at a time. Back of them the valley unrolled, its stream winding away like a gleaming ribbon, stretching, through dark banks of fir, down to the Yukon. After incredible effort they reached the crest and gazed dully out to the southward over a limitless jangle of peaks, on, on, to a blue-veiled valley leagues and leagues across. Many square miles lay under them in the black of unbroken forests. It was their first glimpse of the Tanana. Far beyond, from a groveling group of foot-hills, a solitary, giant peak soared grandly, standing aloof, serene, terrible in its proportions. Even in their fatigue they exclaimed aloud:
"It"s Mount McKinley!"
"Yep! Tallest wart on the face of the continent. There"s the creek we go down--see!" Crowley indicated a watercourse which meandered away through canons and broad reaches. "We foller it to yonder cross valley; then east to there."
To Buck"s mind, his gesture included a tinted realm as far-reaching as a state.
Stretched upon the bare schist, commanding the back stretch, they munched slices of raw bacon.
Directly, out toward the mountain"s foot two figures crawled.
"There they come!" and Crowley led, stumbling, sliding, into the strange valley.
As this was the south and early side of the range, they found the hills more barren of snow. Water seeped into the gulches till the creek ice was worn and rotted.
"This "ll be fierce," the Irishman remarked. "If she breaks on us we"ll be hung up in the hills and starve before the creeks lower enough to get home."
Small streams freeze solidly to the bottom and the spring waters wear downward from the surface. Thus they found the creek awash, and, following farther, it became necessary to wade in many places. They came to a box canon where the winter snow had packed, forming a dam, and, as there was no way of avoiding it without retreating a mile and climbing the ragged bluff, they floundered through, their packs aloft, the slushy water armpit-deep.
"We"d ought "a" took the ridges," Buck chattered. Language slips forth phonetically with fatigue.
"No! Feller"s apt to get lost. Drop into the wrong creek--come out fifty mile away."
"I bet the others do, anyhow," Buck held, stubbornly. "It"s lots easier going."
"Wish Sully would, but he"s too wise. No such luck for me." A long pause. "I reckon I"ll have to kill him before he gets back!" Again they relapsed into miles of silence.
Crowley"s fancy fed on vengeance, hatred livening his work-worn faculties. He nursed carefully the memory of their quarrel, for it helped him travel and took his mind from the agony of movement and this aching sleep-hunger.
The feet of both men felt like fearful, shapeless ma.s.ses; their packs leaned backward sullenly, chafing raw shoulder sores; and always the ravenous mosquitoes stung and stung, and whined and whined.
At an exclamation the leader turned. Miles back, silhouetted far above on the comb of the ridge, they descried two tiny figures.
"That"s what we"d ought "a" done. They"ll beat us in."
"No, they won"t. They"ll have to camp to-night or get lost, while we can keep goin". We can"t go wrong down here; can"t do no more than drownd."
Buck groaned at the thought of the night hours. He couldn"t stand it, that was all! Enough is enough of anything and he had gone the limit.
Just one more mile and he would quit; yet he did not.
All through that endless phantom night they floundered, incased in freezing garments, numb and heavy with sleep, but morning found them at the banks of the main stream.
"You look like h.e.l.l," said Buck, laughing weakly. His mirth relaxed his nerves suddenly, till he giggled and hiccoughed hysterically. Nor could he stop for many minutes, the while Crowley stared at him apathetically from a lined and shrunken countenance, his features standing out skeleton-like. The younger man evidenced the strain even more severely, for his flesh was tender, and he had traveled the last hours on pure nerve. His jaws were locked and corded, however, while his drooping eyes shone unquenchably.
Eventually they rounded a bluff on to a cabin nestling at the mouth of a dark valley. Near it men were working with a windla.s.s, so, stumbling to them, they spoke huskily.
"Sorry we "ain"t got room inside," the stranger replied, "but three of the boys is down with scurvy, and we"re all cramped up. Plenty more folks coming, I s"pose, eh?"
The two had sunk on to the wet ground and did not answer. Buck fell with his pack still on, utterly lost, and the miner was forced to drag the bundle from his shoulders. As he rolled him up he was sleeping heavily.
Crowley awakened while the sun was still golden; his joints aching excruciatingly. They had slept four hours. He boiled tea on the miners"
stove and fried a pan of salt pork, but was too tired to prepare anything else, so they drank the warm bacon-grease clear with their tea.
As Buck strove to arise, his limbs gave way weakly, so that he fell, and it took him many moments to recover their use.
"Where"s the best chance, pardner?" they inquired of the men on the dump.
"Well, there ain"t none very close by. We"ve got things pretty well covered."
"How"s that? There"s only six of you; you can"t hold but six claims, besides discovery."
"Oh yes, we can! We"ve got powers of attorney; got "em last fall in St.