"Now, gentlemen," he announced, "I think one more will do. Five should make a good number. Let me see," and he hesitated as he looked around the room.
"What about yourself, Bill?" spoke up several. "You"ll do."
Pritchen made a pretence at remonstrating, but the words were drowned in the noise of the miners, who stamped, clapped, and shouted until the clamour was deafening.
"All right, then," he replied, when the tumult had subsided. "If you are as determined as that, I suppose I must act. Let us now get to work," he concluded, stepping down from the bench.
Keith had been thinking very seriously during all this time, and when Pritchen ended he lifted up his voice.
"Gentlemen, you have placed upon us a hard and important task, and as one of the Committee I wish to ask a few questions."
The men giving him respectful attention, he proceeded:
"Suppose one of us on the Committee should be the guilty person, what are we to do?"
"Choose another," came the reply.
"Is that the will of all?"
"Ay, ay."
"And, if we find the thief, have you any suggestions to make? It may help us very much."
"Hang him," said one.
"Drive him from Kla.s.san," replied another.
"Let the Committee decide," spoke up a third, which remark was received with applause.
"Thank you, gentlemen, that is all," and with this Keith joined the men who were waiting for him at the door.
As they pa.s.sed out into the night, Caribou Sol dropped his head, and his long beard was pressed close against his breast.
"Fool, fool, that I am!" he said to himself. "Why did I refuse to act and thus leave "im alone with that devil an" his tools? I might have knowed it. I might have knowed it. Somethin" will happen. Somethin"s in the air. I don"t know what it is, but when that sarpent gits to wark thare"s bound to be trouble. G.o.d fergive me!"
CHAPTER XVII
THE SEARCH
A stiff breeze was swinging through the night as the Vigilance Committee left the saloon and started for the nearest cabin. The stars were hidden, and the weather had moderated, presaging a storm. The wind was soughing in the trees like a wandering spirit, while far in the distance the faint howl of a wolf was heard. The line of rough buildings stood indistinct in the darkness, unrelieved by one ray of light. They sent a chill to the hearts of several of the men by their gloomy silence. In one of these, perhaps, the stolen treasure was lying, the innocent cause of the disturbance.
It had been arranged that the rest of the men should remain in the saloon while the cabins were being searched. Then, if nothing came to light, a new line of action was to be entered upon. Only Tim Fleeters accompanied the searchers. He would be necessary, it was considered, to recognize the poke.
"Ugh!" exclaimed Mickie O"Toole, as they entered the first house, and lighted a candle. "This place makes me c.r.a.pe, it"s so still and death-loike." Every nook was examined; the small box, the blankets, while even the stove, from which the fire had died out, was not overlooked. One by one the cabins were entered, and the same monotonous work continued. Some of these Keith had never entered before, and their bareness appalled him. What was there, he wondered, in this golden lure, which could induce men to abandon every comfort, and undergo such hardships in that desolate land? Was the uncertain game worth it all? He could not believe it. At length the last house was searched, the one which stood by the trail leading to the Indian village. Nothing, so far, had been discovered, and the men peered at one another through the darkness.
"Well," said Perdue, "we"ve had all this work for nothing, and I"m sick of the job."
"But we"re not through yet," replied Pritchen sharply. "There are several more to visit, your own, the Radhurst cabin, and the mission house, to say nothing of the Indian shacks."
"But ye wouldn"t bother the old man and his daughter this time of the night, surely," responded the saloonkeeper.
"I"d as soon distarb me mither"s grave," said Mickie, "as to frighten the swate-faced lady up yon by our presence to-night."
"Umph! I guess she won"t mind," sneered Pritchen, "especially if the parson"s along."
The blood rushed into Keith"s face, as he listened to these remarks.
It was hard for him to stand quietly there and hear these men speak so lightly of one whose image was enshrined in his heart, and who was becoming dearer to him every day. Her pure face and large, wondering eyes rose before him, and when Pritchen uttered his coa.r.s.e sneer he turned suddenly upon him.
"What do you mean by those words?" he demanded.
"Anything you like," returned Pritchen.
"That"s not an answer to my question. You named me in connection with Miss Radhurst, and I want you to explain."
"You seem mighty interested."
"Yes, I am. And wouldn"t any man with the slightest spark of chivalry be interested if he heard insinuations about one, especially a woman, who is as innocent and pure as the flower of the field? Refer to her again as you did lately, and you"ll see how interested I am."
The tone in Keith"s voice warned Pritchen and the rest that the less said about the matter the better, so an awkward pause ensued. Perdue was the first to speak.
"Let"s search the mission house now," he suggested, "and leave the Radhurst cabin till the last."
This plan was at once agreed upon, and, in no agreeable frame of mind, Keith followed his companions up the narrow trail leading to the house.
How often he had traversed that very path during the long years of regular duty. Time and again had he looked up at the Indian village on the brow of the hill above him, and a spirit of joy always thrilled his being. The children who used to run to meet him were ever sure of a hearty greeting. How dear they had become to him--the lambs of his flock. Upon every one he had sprinkled the few drops of water, and sealed them with the sign of the cross in Holy Baptism. His flock he knew all by name, from the youngest to the oldest, and he was their spiritual father.
But on this night no such feelings possessed his soul. A heavy weight oppressed him in some mysterious manner. He tried to shake it off, but in vain. The gliding figures before him a.s.sumed the appearance of evil spirits luring him on to a doom over which he had no control. Why had Pritchen chosen him as one of the committee unless he had some hidden motive in view? Had a trap been laid by this wily serpent in which to entangle him? He was not superst.i.tious; yet as they drew near the cabin a chill pa.s.sed through his body. A feeble light was shining through the window, from the candle which was struggling bravely in the last throes of life.
They opened the door and entered. The room was cold, for the fire had gone out. As in the other cabins, they at once set to work and the place was thoroughly searched. Several tried the lid of the chest, but, finding it locked, desisted. At length Pritchen drew near, and seized the cover with both hands.
"h.e.l.lo! this is locked!" he exclaimed. "Let"s have the key."
Keith had thought of the chest, and the picture lying within. As Pritchen turned to him his face flushed in a confused manner, which Perdue, who was watching, observed.
"The key, I say!" repeated Pritchen in a sharp voice. "Let"s have the key to this chest.
"It must be in the lock," replied Keith. "I left it there when I went out, and did not turn it, either."
"Look for yourself, then," and Pritchen stepped back to make room for the missionary.
Keith stooped down and examined it carefully. He tried the lid, but it was fastened. He placed his hand to his forehead and tried to think.
"Maybe you locked it and put the key in your pocket," suggested one.
Keith ran his hands through every pocket, and into each corner, but all in vain; the key was nowhere to be found.