"We can give Dan a note to "Happy Tom" in the morning and have whatever you want sent up. Tom will be there, and perhaps if you ask him he"ll despatch a man on foot at once."
Seizing pen and paper from the table, Eliza wrote a note, which she read aloud:
"DEAR UNCLE TOM,--There is a sick Indian here. Won"t you please send up an opiate by special messenger, and receive the blessing of, Your affectionate, ELIZA."
"Better change the word "opiate,"" O"Neil advised. "I don"t think Tom is equal to that; he might send overalls!" So Eliza subst.i.tuted "something to put him to sleep." This message Dan promised faithfully to deliver.
Murray had expected to begin the return journey within twenty-four hours after his arrival; but his injury mended slowly, and when the time came he was still unable to stand. This interval the girls spent in watching the glaciers, of which they never seemed to tire, and in spoiling many films.
It was late on the second day when a tired and sodden messenger bearing the marks of heavy travel appeared at O"Neil"s tent and inquired for Miss Appleton. To her he handed a three-foot bundle and a note from Tom Slater which read:
DEAR MADAM,--Here is the best thing I know of to put an Indian to sleep. THOS. SLATER.
"There"s some mistake, surely," said the girl, as she unrolled the odd-looking package; then she cried out angrily, and O"Neil burst into laughter. For inside the many wrappings was a pick-handle.
Eliza"s resentment at "Happy Tom"s" unsympathetic sense of humor was tempered in a measure by the fact that the patient had taken a turn for the better and really needed no further medical attention. But she was not accustomed to practical jokes, and she vowed to make Tom"s life miserable if ever the occasion offered.
As the days wore on and Murray remained helpless his impatience became acute, and on the fourth morning he determined to leave, at whatever cost in pain or danger to the injury. He gave orders, therefore, to have a boat prepared, and allowed himself to be carried to it. The foreman of the bridge crew he delegated to guide the girls down across the moraine, where he promised to pick them up. The men who had come with him he sent on to the cataract where Dan had been.
"Aren"t you coming with us?" asked Natalie, when they found him seated in the skiff with an oarsman.
"It"s rough going. I"d have to be carried, so I prefer this," he told them.
"Then we"ll go with you," Eliza promptly declared.
Natalie paled and shook her dark head. "Is it safe?" she ventured.
"No, it isn"t! Run along now! I"ll be down there waiting, when you arrive."
"If it"s safe enough for you, it"s safe enough for us," said Eliza.
Climbing into the boat, she plumped herself down with a look which seemed to defy any power to remove her. Her blue eyes met O"Neil"s gray ones with an expression he had never seen in them until this moment.
"Nonsense, child!" he said. "Don"t be silly."
"Don"t you try to put me out. I"ll hang on and--kick. Don"t you say "please," either," she warned him.
"I must," he protested. "Please don"t insist."
She scowled like an angry boy, and seized the gunwales firmly. Her expression made him smile despite his annoyance, and this provoked her the more.
"I"m going!" she a.s.serted, darkly.
This outing had done wonders for both girls. The wind and the sunshine had tanned them, the coa.r.s.e fare had lent them a hearty vigor, and they made charming pictures in their trim short skirts and sweaters and leather-banded hats.
"Very well! If you"re going, take off your boots," commanded O"Neil.
"What for?"
"We may be swamped and have to swim for it. You see the man has taken his off." Murray pointed to the raw-boned Norwegian oarsman, who had stripped down as if for a foot-race.
Eliza obeyed.
"Now your sweater."
Natalie had watched this scene with evident concern. She now seated herself upon a boulder and began to tug at her rubber boots.
"Here! Here! You"re not going, too!" O"Neil exclaimed.
"Yes, I am. I"m frightened to death, but I won"t be a coward." Her shaking hands and strained voice left no doubt of her seriousness.
"She can"t swim," said Eliza; and O"Neil put an end to this display of heroism with a firm refusal.
"You"ll think I"m afraid," Natalie expostulated.
"Bless you, of course we will, because you are! So am I, and so is Eliza, for that matter. If you can"t swim you"d only be taking a foolish risk and adding to our danger. Besides, Eliza doesn"t know the feel of cold water as we do."
Natalie smiled a little tremulously at recollection of the shipwreck.
"I"d much rather walk, of course," she said; and then to Eliza, "It--it will be a lovely ramble for us."
But Eliza shook her head. "This is material for my book, and I"ll make enough out of it to--to--"
"Buy another orchard," Murray suggested.
Feeling more resigned now that the adventure had taken on a purely financial color, Natalie at length allowed herself to be dissuaded, and Eliza settled herself in her seat with the disturbing consciousness that she had made herself appear selfish and rude in O"Neil"s eyes.
Nevertheless, she had no notion of changing her mind.
When the other girl had gone the oarsman completed his preparations by lashing fast the contents of the skiff--a proceeding which Eliza watched with some uneasiness. O"Neil showed his resentment by a pointed silence, which nettled her, and she resolved to hold her seat though the boat turned somersaults.
Word was finally given, and they swung out into the flood. O"Neil stood as best he could on his firm leg, and steered by means of a sculling-oar, while the Norwegian rowed l.u.s.tily.
Bits of drift, patches of froth, fragments of ice accompanied them, bobbing alongside so persistently that Eliza fancied the boat must be stationary until, glancing at the river-banks, she saw them racing past like the panoramic scenery in a melodrama. The same glance showed her that they were rushing directly toward the upper ramparts of Jackson Glacier, as if for an a.s.sault. Out here in the current there were waves, and these increased in size as the bed of the Salmon grew steeper, until the poling-boat began to rear and leap like a frightened horse. The gleaming wall ahead rose higher with every instant: it overhung, a giant, crumbling cliff, imposing, treacherous. Then the stream turned at right angles; they were swept along parallel with the ice face, and ahead of them for three miles stretched the gauntlet. The tottering wall seemed almost within reaching distance; its breath was cold and damp and clammy. O"Neil stood erect and powerful in the stern, swaying to the antics of the craft, his weight upon the sweep, his eyes fixed upon the Thing overhead. The Norwegian strained at his oars while the sweat ran down into his open shirt. The boat lunged and wallowed desperately, rising on end, falling with prodigious slaps, drenching the occupants with spray. It was splendid, terrifying! Eliza clung to her seat and felt her heartbeats smothering her. Occasionally the oarsman turned, staring past her with round, frightened eyes, and affording her a glimpse of a face working with mingled fear and exultation.
Thus far the glacier had not disputed their pa.s.sage; it maintained the silence and the immobility of marble; nothing but the snarl of the surging flood re-echoed from its face. But with the suddenness of a rifle-shot there came a detonation, louder, sharper than any blast of powder. The Norwegian cursed; the helmsman dropped his eyes to the white face in the bow and smiled.
Half a mile ahead of them a ma.s.s of ice came rumbling down, and the whole valley rocked with the sound. Onward the little craft fled, a dancing speck beneath the majesty of that frozen giant, an atom threatened by the weight of mountains. At last through the opening of the gorge below came a glimpse of the flats that led to the sea. A moment later the boat swung into an eddy and came to rest, b.u.mping against the boulders.
O"Neil sat down, wiping his wet face.
"Well, was it worth your trouble, Miss Kick-over the-traces?" he asked.
"Oh, it was glorious! I"ll never forget it."
Eliza"s cheeks were burning now, her aching hands relaxed their hold, and she drew a deep breath--the first of which she had been conscious since the start, fifteen minutes before.
"Now, on with your boots and your sweater. We"ll have an hour"s wait for Natalie."
She gave a cry of surprise and offered him a glimpse of a trim ankle and a dripping foot.