"Jim!" The new-comer recognized him. "What"s the matter?"
"Wot"s the matter? Oh, nothink at all. It jest "appens as I do little things like this for my "ealth. Wot"s the matter, you bloomin" idjit?
Wot"s the matter, eh? Cast me loose or I"ll show you wot! "Urry up, or I"ll "olystone the decks with you!"
"Huh!" he added, as the other went to work with his sheath-knife. "Wot"s the matter? I want to know. Jes" tell me that, will you, wot"s the matter? Hey?"
Kent was quite dead when they rolled him over. The gun, an old-fashioned, heavy-weighted muzzle-loader, lay near him. Steel and wood had parted company. Near the b.u.t.t of the right-hand barrel, with lips pressed outward, gaped a fissure several inches in length. The sailor picked it up, curiously. A glittering stream of yellow dust ran out through the crack. The facts of the case dawned upon Jim Cardegee.
"Strike me standin"!" he roared; ""ere"s a go! "Ere"s "is bloomin" dust!
Gawd blime me, an" you, too, Charley, if you don"t run an" get the dish- pan!"
JAN, THE UNREPENTANT
"For there"s never a law of G.o.d or man Runs north of Fifty-three."
Jan rolled over, clawing and kicking. He was fighting hand and foot now, and he fought grimly, silently. Two of the three men who hung upon him, shouted directions to each other, and strove to curb the short, hairy devil who would not curb. The third man howled. His finger was between Jan"s teeth.
"Quit yer tantrums, Jan, an" ease up!" panted Red Bill, getting a strangle-hold on Jan"s neck. "Why on earth can"t yeh hang decent and peaceable?"
But Jan kept his grip on the third man"s finger, and squirmed over the floor of the tent, into the pots and pans.
"Youah no gentleman, suh," reproved Mr. Taylor, his body following his finger, and endeavoring to accommodate itself to every jerk of Jan"s head. "You hev killed Mistah Gordon, as brave and honorable a gentleman as ever hit the trail aftah the dogs. Youah a murderah, suh, and without honah."
"An" yer no comrade," broke in Red Bill. "If you was, you"d hang "thout rampin" around an" roarin". Come on, Jan, there"s a good fellow. Don"t give us no more trouble. Jes" quit, an" we"ll hang yeh neat and handy, an" be done with it."
"Steady, all!" Lawson, the sailorman, bawled. "Jam his head into the bean pot and batten down."
"But my fingah, suh," Mr. Taylor protested.
"Leggo with y"r finger, then! Always in the way!"
"But I can"t, Mistah Lawson. It"s in the critter"s gullet, and nigh chewed off as "t is."
"Stand by for stays!" As Lawson gave the warning, Jan half lifted himself, and the struggling quartet floundered across the tent into a muddle of furs and blankets. In its pa.s.sage it cleared the body of a man, who lay motionless, bleeding from a bullet-wound in the neck.
All this was because of the madness which had come upon Jan--the madness which comes upon a man who has stripped off the raw skin of earth and grovelled long in primal nakedness, and before whose eyes rises the fat vales of the homeland, and into whose nostrils steals the whiff of bay, and gra.s.s, and flower, and new-turned soil. Through five frigid years Jan had sown the seed. Stuart River, Forty Mile, Circle City, Koyokuk, Kotzebue, had marked his bleak and strenuous agriculture, and now it was Nome that bore the harvest,--not the Nome of golden beaches and ruby sands, but the Nome of "97, before Anvil City was located, or Eldorado District organized. John Gordon was a Yankee, and should have known better. But he pa.s.sed the sharp word at a time when Jan"s blood-shot eyes blazed and his teeth gritted in torment. And because of this, there was a smell of saltpetre in the tent, and one lay quietly, while the other fought like a cornered rat, and refused to hang in the decent and peacable manner suggested by his comrades.
"If you will allow me, Mistah Lawson, befoah we go further in this rumpus, I would say it wah a good idea to pry this hyer varmint"s teeth apart. Neither will he bite off, nor will he let go. He has the wisdom of the sarpint, suh, the wisdom of the sarpint."
"Lemme get the hatchet to him!" vociferated the sailor. "Lemme get the hatchet!" He shoved the steel edge close to Mr. Taylor"s finger and used the man"s teeth as a fulcrum. Jan held on and breathed through his nose, snorting like a grampus. "Steady, all! Now she takes it!"
"Thank you, suh; it is a powerful relief." And Mr. Taylor proceeded to gather into his arms the victim"s wildly waving legs.
But Jan upreared in his Berserker rage; bleeding, frothing, cursing; five frozen years thawing into sudden h.e.l.l. They swayed backward and forward, panted, sweated, like some cyclopean, many-legged monster rising from the lower deeps. The slush-lamp went over, drowned in its own fat, while the midday twilight scarce percolated through the dirty canvas of the tent.
"For the love of Gawd, Jan, get yer senses back!" pleaded Red Bill. "We ain"t goin" to hurt yeh, "r kill yeh, "r anythin" of that sort. Jes"
want to hang yeh, that"s all, an" you a-messin" round an" rampagin"
somethin" terrible. To think of travellin" trail together an" then bein"
treated this-a way. Wouldn"t "bleeved it of yeh, Jan!"
"He"s got too much steerage-way. Grab holt his legs, Taylor, and heave"m over!"
"Yes, suh, Mistah Lawson. Do you press youah weight above, after I give the word." The Kentuckian groped about him in the murky darkness. "Now, suh, now is the accepted time!"
There was a great surge, and a quarter of a ton of human flesh tottered and crashed to its fall against the side-wall. Pegs drew and guy-ropes parted, and the tent, collapsing, wrapped the battle in its greasy folds.
"Yer only makin" it harder fer yerself," Red Bill continued, at the same time driving both his thumbs into a hairy throat, the possessor of which he had pinned down. "You"ve made nuisance enough a" ready, an" it"ll take half the day to get things straightened when we"ve strung yeh up."
"I"ll thank you to leave go, suh," spluttered Mr. Taylor.
Red Bill grunted and loosed his grip, and the twain crawled out into the open. At the same instant Jan kicked clear of the sailor, and took to his heels across the snow.
"Hi! you lazy devils! Buck! Bright! Sic"m! Pull "m down!" sang out Lawson, lunging through the snow after the fleeing man. Buck and Bright, followed by the rest of the dogs, outstripped him and rapidly overhauled the murderer.
There was no reason that these men should do this; no reason for Jan to run away; no reason for them to attempt to prevent him. On the one hand stretched the barren snow-land; on the other, the frozen sea. With neither food nor shelter, he could not run far. All they had to do was to wait till he wandered back to the tent, as he inevitably must, when the frost and hunger laid hold of him. But these men did not stop to think. There was a certain taint of madness running in the veins of all of them. Besides, blood had been spilled, and upon them was the blood- l.u.s.t, thick and hot. "Vengeance is mine," saith the Lord, and He saith it in temperate climes where the warm sun steals away the energies of men. But in the Northland they have discovered that prayer is only efficacious when backed by muscle, and they are accustomed to doing things for themselves. G.o.d is everywhere, they have heard, but he flings a shadow over the land for half the year that they may not find him; so they grope in darkness, and it is not to be wondered that they often doubt, and deem the Decalogue out of gear.
Jan ran blindly, reckoning not of the way of his feet, for he was mastered by the verb "to live." To live! To exist! Buck flashed gray through the air, but missed. The man struck madly at him, and stumbled.
Then the white teeth of Bright closed on his mackinaw jacket, and he pitched into the snow. _To live_! _To exist_! He fought wildly as ever, the centre of a tossing heap of men and dogs. His left hand gripped a wolf-dog by the scruff of the back, while the arm was pa.s.sed around the neck of Lawson. Every struggle of the dog helped to throttle the hapless sailor. Jan"s right hand was buried deep in the curling tendrils of Red Bill"s s.h.a.ggy head, and beneath all, Mr. Taylor lay pinned and helpless. It was a deadlock, for the strength of his madness was prodigious; but suddenly, without apparent reason, Jan loosed his various grips and rolled over quietly on his back. His adversaries drew away a little, dubious and disconcerted. Jan grinned viciously.
"Mine friends," he said, still grinning, "you haf asked me to be politeful, und now I am politeful. Vot piziness vood you do mit me?"
"That"s right, Jan. Be ca"m," soothed Red Bill. "I knowed you"d come to yer senses afore long. Jes" be ca"m now, an" we"ll do the trick with neatness and despatch."
"Vot piziness? Vot trick?"
"The hangin". An" yeh oughter thank yer lucky stars for havin" a man what knows his business. I"ve did it afore now, more"n once, down in the States, an" I can do it to a T."
"Hang who? Me?"
"Yep."
"Ha! ha! Shust hear der man speak foolishness! Gif me a hand, Bill, und I vill get up und be hung." He crawled stiffly to his feet and looked about him. "Herr Gott! listen to der man! He vood hang me! Ho! ho! ho!
I tank not! Yes, I tank not!"
"And I tank yes, you swab," Lawson spoke up mockingly, at the same time cutting a sled-lashing and coiling it up with ominous care. "Judge Lynch holds court this day."
"Von liddle while." Jan stepped back from the proffered noose. "I haf somedings to ask und to make der great proposition. Kentucky, you know about der Shudge Lynch?"
"Yes, suh. It is an inst.i.tution of free men and of gentlemen, and it is an ole one and time-honored. Corruption may wear the robe of magistracy, suh, but Judge Lynch can always be relied upon to give justice without court fees. I repeat, suh, without court fees. Law may be bought and sold, but in this enlightened land justice is free as the air we breathe, strong as the licker we drink, prompt as--"
"Cut it short! Find out what the beggar wants," interrupted Lawson, spoiling the peroration.
"Vell, Kentucky, tell me dis: von man kill von odder man, Shudge Lynch hang dot man?"