"It"s Dixie," he said. For the first time he felt a surge of anger sweep through him, and his face was white as he turned back to the trail. "I"ve got more than one reason for getting that grizzly now, Bruce," he added.
"Wild horses can"t tear me away from these mountains until I kill him. I"ll stick until winter if I have to. I swear I"m going to kill him--if he doesn"t run away."
"He won"t do that," said Bruce tersely, as he once more swung down the trail with Muskwa.
Until now Muskwa had been stunned into submissiveness by what must have appeared to him to be an utterly hopeless situation. He had strained every muscle in his body to move a leg or a paw, but he was swathed as tightly as Rameses had ever been. But now, however, it slowly dawned upon him that as he dangled back and forth his face frequently brushed his enemy"s leg, and he still had the use of his teeth. He watched his opportunity, and this came when Bruce took a long step down from a rock, thus allowing Muskwa"s body to rest for the fraction of a second on the surface of the stone from which he was descending.
Quicker than a wink Muskwa took a bite. It was a good deep bite, and if Langdon"s howl had stirred the silences a mile away the yell which now came from Bruce beat him by at least a half. It was the wildest, most blood-curdling sound Muskwa had ever heard, even more terrible than the barking of the dogs, and it frightened him so that he released his hold at once.
Then, again, he was amazed. These queer bipeds made no effort to retaliate. The one he had bitten hopped up and down on one foot in a most unaccountable manner for a minute or so, while the other sat down on a boulder and rocked back and forth, with his hands on his stomach, and made a queer, uproarious noise with his mouth wide open. Then the other stopped his hopping and also made that queer noise.
It was anything but laughter to Muskwa. But it impinged upon him the truth of one of two things: either these grotesque looking monsters did not dare to fight him, or they were very peaceful and had no intention of harming him. But they were more cautious thereafter, and as soon as they reached the valley they carried him between them, strung on a rifle-barrel.
It was almost dark when they approached a clump of balsams red with the glow of a fire. It was Muskwa"s first fire. Also he saw his first horses, terrific looking monsters even larger than Thor.
A third man--Metoosin, the Indian--came out to meet the hunters, and into this creature"s hands Muskwa found himself transferred. He was laid on his side with the glare of the fire in his eyes, and while one of his captors held him by both ears, and so tightly that it hurt, another fastened a hobble-strap around his neck for a collar. A heavy halter rope was then tied to the ring on this strap, and the end of the rope was fastened to a tree.
During these operations Muskwa snarled and snapped as much as he could. In another half-minute he was free of the shirts, and as he staggered on four wobbly legs, from which all power of flight had temporarily gone, he bared his tiny fangs and snarled as fiercely as he could.
To his further amazement this had no effect upon his strange company at all, except that the three of them--even the Indian--opened their mouths and joined in that loud and incomprehensible din, to which one of them had given voice when he sank his teeth into his captor"s leg on the mountainside. It was all tremendously puzzling to Muskwa.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Greatly to Muskwa"s relief the three men soon turned away from him and began to busy themselves about the fire. This gave him a chance to escape, and he pulled and tugged at the end of the rope until he nearly choked himself to death. Finally he gave up in despair, and crumpling himself up against the foot of the balsam he began to watch the camp.
He was not more than thirty feet from the fire. Bruce was washing his hands in a canvas basin. Langdon was mopping his face with a towel. Close to the fire Metoosin was kneeling, and from the big black skittle he was holding over the coals came the hissing and sputtering of fat caribou steaks, and about the pleasantest smell that had ever come Muskwa"s way. The air all about him was heavy with the aroma of good things.
When Langdon had finished drying his face he opened a can of something. It was sweetened condensed milk. He poured the white fluid into a basin, and came with it toward Muskwa. The cub had unsuccessfully attempted flight on the ground until his neck was sore; now he climbed the tree. He went up so quickly that Langdon was astonished, and he snarled and spat at the man as the basin of milk was placed where he would almost fall into it when he came down.
Muskwa remained at the end of his rope up the tree, and for a long time the hunters paid no more attention to him. He could see them eating and he could hear them talking as they planned a new campaign against Thor.
"We"ve got to trick him after what happened to-day," declared Bruce. "No more tracking "im after this, Jimmy. We can track until doomsday an" he"ll always know where we are." He paused for a moment and listened. "Funny the dogs don"t come," he said. "I wonder--"
He looked at Langdon.
"Impossible!" exclaimed the latter, as he read the significance of his companion"s look. "Bruce, you don"t mean to say that bear might kill them all!"
"I"ve hunted a good many grizzlies," replied the mountaineer quietly, "but I ain"t never hunted a trickier one than this. Jimmy, he trapped them dogs on the ledge, an" he tricked the dog he killed up on the peak. He"s liable to get "em all into a corner, an" if that happens--"
He shrugged his shoulders suggestively.
Again Langdon listened.
"If there were any alive at dark they should be here pretty soon," he said.
"I"m sorry, now--sorry we didn"t leave the dogs at home."
Bruce laughed a little grimly.
"Fortunes o" war, Jimmy," he said. "You don"t go hunting grizzlies with a pack of lapdogs, an" you"ve got to expect to lose some of them sooner or later. We"ve tackled the wrong bear, that"s all. He"s beat us."
"Beat us?"
"I mean he"s beat us in a square game, an" we dealt a raw hand at that in using dogs at all. Do you want that bear bad enough to go after him my way?"
Langdon nodded.
"What"s your scheme?"
"You"ve got to drop pretty idees when you go grizzly hunting," began Bruce. "And especially when you run up against a "killer." There won"t be any hour between now an" denning-up time that this grizzly doesn"t get the wind from all directions. How? He"ll make detours. I"ll bet if there was snow on the ground you"d find him back-tracking two miles out of every six, so he can get the wind of anything that"s following him. An" he"ll travel mostly nights, layin" high up in the rocks an" shale during the day. If you want any more shootin", there"s just two things to do, an" the best of them two things is to move on and find other bears."
"Which I won"t do, Bruce. What"s your scheme for getting this one?"
Bruce was silent for several moments before he replied.
"We"ve got his range mapped out to a mile," he said then. "It begins up at the first break we crossed, an" it ends down here where we came into this valley. It"s about twenty-five miles up an" down. He don"t touch the mount"ins west of this valley nor the mount"ins east of the other valleys an" he"s dead certain to keep on makin" circles so long as we"re after him. He"s hikin" southward now on the other side of the range.
"We"ll lay here for a few days an" not move. Then we"ll start Metoosin through the valley over there with the dogs, if there"s any left, and we"ll start south through this valley at the same time. One of us will keep to the slopes an" the other to the bottom, an" we"ll travel slow. Get the idee?
"That grizzly won"t leave his country, an" Metoosin is pretty near bound to drive him around to us. We"ll let him do the open hunting an" we"ll skulk.
The bear can"t get past us both without giving one of us shooting."
"It sounds good," agreed Langdon. "And I"ve got a lame knee that I"m not unwilling to nurse for a few days."
Scarcely were the words out of Langdon"s mouth when a sudden rattle of hobble-chains and the startled snort of a grazing horse out in the meadow brought them both to their feet.
"Utim!" whispered Metoosin, his dark face aglow in the firelight.
"You"re right--the dogs," said Bruce, and he whistled softly.
They heard a movement in the brush near them, and a moment later two of the dogs came into the firelight. They slunk in, half on their bellies, and as they prostrated themselves at the hunters" feet a third and a fourth joined them.
They were not like the pack that had gone out that morning. There were deep hollows in their sides; their wiry crests were flat; they were hard run, and they knew that they were beaten. Their aggressiveness was gone, and they had the appearance of whipped curs.
A fifth came in out of the night. He was limping, and dragging a torn foreleg. The head and throat of one of the others was red with blood. They all lay flat on their bellies, as if expecting condemnation.
"We have failed," their att.i.tude said; "we are beaten, and this is all of us that are left."
Mutely Bruce and Langdon stared at them. They listened--waited. No other came. And then they looked at each other.
"Two more of them gone," said Langdon.
Bruce turned to a pile of panniers and canvases and pulled out the dog-leashes. Up in his tree Muskwa was all atremble. Within a few yards of him he saw again the white-fanged horde that had chased Thor and had driven him into the rock-crevice. Of the men he was no longer greatly afraid. They had attempted him no harm, and he had ceased to quake and snarl when one of them pa.s.sed near. But the dogs were monsters. They had given battle to Thor. They must have beaten him, for Thor had run away.
The tree to which Muskwa was fastened was not much more than a sapling, and he lay in the saddle of a crotch five feet from the ground when Metoosin led one of the dogs past him. The Airedale saw him and made a sudden spring that tore the leash from the Indian"s hand. His leap carried him almost up to Muskwa. He was about to make another spring when Langdon rushed forward with a fierce cry, caught the dog by his collar, and with the end of the leash gave him a sound beating. Then he led him away.