The evergreen wall with the big stone chimney shouldering itself up to look out upon the frozen highway, became a conspicuous feature in the landscape, welcome as the weeks went on to many an eye wearied with long looking for shelter, and blinded by the snow-whitened waste.
An exception to what became a rule was, of all men, Nicholas. When the stockade was half done, the Prince and an equerry appeared on the horizon, with the second team the camp had seen, the driver much concerned to steer clear of the softened snow and keep to that part of the river ice windswept and firm, if roughest of all. Nicholas regarded the stockade with a cold and beady eye.
No, he hadn"t time to look at it. He had promised to "mush." He wasn"t even hungry.
It did little credit to his heart, but he seemed more in haste to leave his new friends than the least friendly of them would have expected.
"Oh, wait a sec.," urged the deeply disappointed Boy. "I wanted awf"ly to see how your sled is made. It"s better "n Father Wills"."
"Humph!" grunted Nicholas scornfully; "him no got Innuit sled."
"Mac and I are goin" to try soon"s the stockade"s done--"
"Goo"-bye," interrupted Nicholas.
But the Boy paid no attention to the word of farewell. He knelt down in the snow and examined the sled carefully.
"Spruce runners," he called out to Mac, "and--jee! they"re shod with ivory! _Jee!_ fastened with sinew and wooden pegs. Hey?"--looking up incredulously at Nicholas--"not a nail in the whole shebang, eh?"
"Nail?" says Nicholas. "Huh, no _nail!_" as contemptuously as though the Boy had said "bread-crumbs."
"Well, she"s a daisy! When you comin" back?"
"Comin" pretty quick; goin" pretty quick. Goo"-bye! _Mush!_" shouted Nicholas to his companion, and the dogs got up off their haunches.
But the Boy only laughed at Nicholas"s struggles to get started. He hung on to the loaded sled, examining, praising, while the dogs, after the merest affectation of trying to make a start, looked round at him over their loose collars and grinned contentedly.
"Me got to mush. Show nex" time. Mush!"
"What"s here?" the Boy shouted through the "mushing"; and he tugged at the goodly load, so neatly disposed under an old reindeer-skin sleeping-bag, and lashed down with raw hide.
That? Oh, that was fish. _"Fish!_ Got so much fish at starving Pymeut you can go hauling it down river? Well, sir, _we_ want fish. We _must_ have fish. Hey?" The Boy appealed to the others.
"Yes."
"R-right y"arre!"
"I reckon we just do!"
But Nicholas had other views.
"No, me take him--" He hitched his body in the direction of Ikogimeut.
"Bless my soul! you"ve got enough there for a regiment. You goin" to sell him? Hey?"
Nicholas shook his head.
"Oh, come off the roof!" advised the Boy genially.
"You ain"t carryin" it about for your health, I suppose?" said Potts.
"The people down at Ikogimeut don"t need it like us. We"re white duffers, and can"t get fish through the ice. You sell _some_ of it to us." But Nicholas shook his head and shuffled along on his snow-shoes, beckoning the dog-driver to follow.
"Or trade some fur--fur tay," suggested O"Flynn.
"Or for sugar," said Mac.
"Or for tobacco," tempted the Colonel.
And before that last word Nicholas"s resolve went down. Up at the cabin he unlashed the load, and it quickly became manifest that Nicholas was a dandy at driving a bargain. He kept on saying shamelessly:
"More--more shuhg. Hey? Oh yes, me give heap fish. No nuff shuhg."
If it hadn"t been for Mac (his own clear-headed self again, and by no means to be humbugged by any Prince alive) the purchase of a portion of that load of frozen fish, corded up like so much wood, would have laid waste the commissariat.
But if the white men after this pa.s.sage did not feel an absolute confidence in Nicholas"s fairness of mind, no such unworthy suspicion of them found lodgment in the bosom of the Prince. With the exception of some tobacco, he left all his ill-gotten store to be kept for him by his new friends till he should return. When was that to be? In five sleeps he would be back.
"Good! We"ll have the stockade done by then. What do you say to our big chimney, Nicholas?"
He emitted a scornful "Peeluck!"
"What! Our chimney no good?"
He shrugged: "Why you have so tall hole your house? How you cover him up?"
"We don"t want to cover him up."
"Humph! winter fin" you tall hole. Winter come down--bring in snow--drive fire out." He shivered in antic.i.p.ation of what was to happen. "Peeluck!"
The white men laughed.
"What you up to now? Where you going?"
Well, the fact was, Nicholas had been sent by his great ally, the Father Superior of Holy Cross, on a mission, very important, demanding despatch.
"Father Brachet--him know him heap better send Nicholas when him want man go G.o.d-d.a.m.n quick. Me no stop--no--no stop."
He drew on his mittens proudly, unjarred by remembrance of how his good resolution had come to grief.
"Where you off to now?"
"Me ketchum Father Wills--me give letter." He tapped his deerskin-covered chest. "Ketchum _sure_ "fore him leave Ikogimeut."
"You come back with Father Wills?"
Nicholas nodded.
"Hooray! we"ll all work like sixty!" shouted the Boy, "and by Sat.u.r.day (that"s five sleeps) we"ll have the wall done and the house warm, and you and"--he caught himself up; not thus in public would he break the news to Mac--"you"ll be back in time for the big Blow-Out." To clinch matters, he accompanied Nicholas from the cabin to the river trail, explaining: "You savvy? Big feast--all same Indian. Heap good grub. No prayer-meetin"--you savvy?--no church this time. Big fire, big feed.