They went back to work by and by; and a few days later Weston and Devine and a grizzled freighter breakfasted in haste beside a sputtering fire. A row of loaded pack-horses stood close by in the rain, and a cl.u.s.ter of dripping men gathered round when at length Weston rose to his feet. The freighter waved his hand to them with a little, dry smile.
"We"re going to blaze you out a new road, boys, and it will save me some in horses if it can be done," He said. "Guess you"ll be sorry when you see what the next man strikes you for, if we don"t come back again."
There was some laughter; and rude good wishes followed the three wet men as they plodded away beside the loaded beasts into the rain.
CHAPTER x.x.xII
GRENFELL"S GIFT
It was snowing hard, and, though it was still two hours before sunset, the light was growing dim when Weston pulled the foremost pack-horse up on the edge of the gully. He and Devine had each a beast in his charge, and the freighter had started with two, but one of these had been left behind with a broken leg and a merciful bullet in its brain.
That country is a difficult one, even to the Cayuse horses, which are used to its forest-choked valleys and perilous defiles.
In front of them a rugged peak rose above the high white ridge of Dead Pine. They could see the latter cutting against a lowering sky some twelve hundred feet above, though the peak showed only a ghostly shape through its wrappings of drifting mist. In alt.i.tude alone the ridge was difficult to reach, but, while that would not have troubled any of the men greatly, the ascent was made more arduous by the fact that the unmarked trail followed the slope of an awful gully. The latter fell almost sheer from close beside their feet, running down into the creeping obscurity out of which the hoa.r.s.e thunder of a torrent rose.
Here and there they could catch a glimpse of a ragged pine clinging far down among the stones, and that seemed only to emphasize the depth of the gloomy pit. On the other hand, the hillside rose like a slightly slanted wall, and the sharp stones of the talus lay thinly covered with snow between it and the gully.
The freighter glanced dubiously up the hollow.
"I"ve struck places that looked nicer; but we can"t stop here and freeze," he said. "We"ll either have to take the back trail and camp among that last clump of pines or get on a hustle and get up."
"I"m certainly not going back," said Weston. "We have come out to see in just what time we can make the journey to the railroad over the new trail. When we have done it, we"ll try to spread the information to everybody likely to find it interesting."
"You"re not going to worry about how many horses you leave behind, I suppose?"
"That," said Devine, with a little laugh, "is one of the facts they never do mention in a report of the kind. We"ve lost only one so far, and two bags of rather high-grade ore."
"If you"ve one altogether when you fetch the head of this gully you"ll be blame lucky," said the freighter. "Give that beast a whack to start him. Get up there!"
They went on, with the snow in their faces, and the stones they could not see slipping beneath their feet; and the light grew dimmer as they proceeded. A bitter wind swept down the gully and drove their wet clothing against their chilled bodies, while the hillside, growing steeper, pushed them nearer the brink of the awful hollow. The slope of the latter, as far down as they could see, was apparently too steep to afford a foothold, and every now and then there was a roar and a rattle as the stones they dislodged plunged into the depths of it.
Weston, plodding along behind the freighter, however, kept his eyes fixed for the most part on the face of the hill, for it seemed to him that the cost of changing that perilous pa.s.sage into a reasonably safe trail would not be excessive.
When they had climbed for an hour, the snow grew thicker, and it became evident that the light was dying out rapidly. The freighter announced that he could scarcely see a dozen yards ahead, and Weston could discern no more than the blurred shape of the horse that floundered over the slippery stones a few paces in front of him. He could, however, hear Devine encouraging the one he led, and occasionally breaking out into hoa.r.s.e expletives.
"It"s gluey feet they want," said the latter, when they stopped for a minute or two. "You can"t expect horses to crawl up a wall."
"They"ve managed about half of it," Weston declared. "We could make this quite an easy trail with a little grading. It"s the only really difficult spot."
"Well," said Devine, dryly, "I guess you could. In this country they call any trail easy that you can crawl up on your hands and knees.
Still, that little grading"s going to cost you about two thousand dollars a mile."
They could scarcely see one another when they went on again, and the sound of their footsteps was m.u.f.fled by the sliding snow. Weston could dimly make out something that moved on in front of him, but it had no certain shape, and he stumbled heavily every now and then as the stones rolled round beneath him. He gripped the pack-horse"s bridle in a half-numbed hand, but, as he admitted afterward, he made no attempt to lead the beast. He said he rather clung to it for company, for the others vanished now and then for minutes amidst the whirling snow.
Suddenly there was a crash and a cry behind him. For a moment he stood half-dazed, with his hand on the bridle, while the jaded horse plunged. Then he let it go as the freighter appeared, and together they stumbled back to where Devine was clinging to the bridle of another horse which lay close at his feet amidst a wreath of snow. He staggered back just as they reached him; there was a frantic scrambling in the snow, and then the half-seen horse rolled over and slid away down the white slope of the gully.
They watched it, horrified, for a moment or two; and said nothing for a brief s.p.a.ce when it vanished altogether into the obscurity. The sight was more unpleasant because they knew that they had seen only the commencement of that awful journey. Then Devine, who was white and gasping, made a deprecatory gesture.
"I don"t know whether it was my fault," he said. "The beast stumbled and almost jerked me over. Then I guess the bridle either broke or pulled out."
"Two horses and four bags of ore, and we"re not through yet,"
commented the freighter. "Guess it"s going to cost you something if you pack much pay-dirt out over Dead Pine trail. Anyway, you"ll have to get that grading done before I come back here again."
"Get on," said Weston, quietly.
They struggled on; and in another half-hour the gully died out and lost itself in the hillside, after which they made a rather faster pace over the thinning talus. Still, it was snowing hard, and none of them was capable of much further exertion when, soaked through and white all over, they limped into the lee of a ridge of rock on the crest of the divide. A bitter wind wailed above them, but there was a little shelter beneath the wall of ragged stone, and, picketing the jaded horses, they lay down in their wet blankets, packed close together in a hollow, when their frugal meal was over. There was nothing they might make a fire with on that empty wind-swept plateau.
Any one unused to the gold trail would have lain awake shivering that night, and in all probability would have found it very difficult to set out again the next morning, for a horrible ache in the hip is, as a rule, not the least unpleasant result of such experiences; but these men slept, and took up the trail almost fresh with the first of the daylight. It was by no means the first time they had slept out in the open in the frost or rain, and fed on wet, unwarmed food.
In due time they reached the settlement on the railroad; and, after delivering the remaining bags of ore to the station-agent and leaving the freighter with his horses, Weston went back along the trail with Devine. Descending the gully in clear daylight, they reached the Grenfell camp without misadventure.
It was some time later when the freighter, coming up by the other route, with provisions, brought them a letter. It was from the manager of the reducing plant, who stated that the yield of the ore sent him for treatment was eminently satisfactory, and he enclosed a certificate with particulars, as they had requested. Probably with a view to further business he also offered to purchase any of the Grenfell shares they might have to dispose of.
Saunders" eyes gleamed as he handed the certificate around.
"I guess that"s going to send our stock up with a bang," he said.
"We"ll put it right into Wannop"s hands, so he can get a notice of the new mineral field into the papers. The smelter man doesn"t seem to know that the last news we had was that the Grenfell stock was tumbling down, but when he"s open to buy it"s a sure thing that he figures it will soon stand at a big premium."
Then he waved his hand impressively.
"After what Weston has told us, boys, you want to get hold of the significance of that. People have been selling our stock way down, on the notion that before they had to deliver they could cover at a still lower figure. Now, they can"t buy it. We"re going to smash them flat."
They celebrated the occasion that night with the most elaborate meal Devine could prepare, and invited as many as possible of their neighbors, who also had struck what promised to be payable milling ore. As it happened, their satisfaction was fully warranted, for a few days after Weston"s letter arrived in Montreal two gentlemen connected with western mines called on Wannop. Stirling was sitting in the latter"s office at the time, and he made no sign of retiring when they entered.
"We should like a few minutes" conversation with you about the Grenfell stock," said one of the strangers. "Naturally, we"d prefer to have it alone."
Wannop looked at Stirling, who smiled and answered the man.
"I"m afraid you"ll have to put up with my presence," he said. "In fact, this is a pleasure that I"ve been expecting for the last few days."
"What standing has Mr. Stirling in this matter?" the stranger asked.
"I hold most of the Grenfell stock that"s likely to be salable," said Stirling, dryly. "You can"t pick up much on the market, which is presumably why you have come to Wannop. Seems to me you have been selling rather heavily."
"If we"d known you were in it, we might have let the thing alone," one of the men admitted.
"You"re going to realize that it"s quite a pity you didn"t."
The men looked at each other, and one of them turned to Stirling.
"I"ll get to the point," he said. "We have certainly been selling, and now that settling day is almost on us we find that we can"t buy in.
Now, of course, if you hold most of the available stock you have the whip hand of us. We"ll admit that right away, and we"re quite prepared to face any reasonable tax you and Wannop may think fit to exact.
Still, it might be wiser to be reasonable."
"How much do you want?" Stirling asked.
They told him how many shares, and Stirling appeared to consider.