Behind him lay the mockery of a camping ground. It was a minute, isolated bluff of stunted, windswept trees, set in a white, wide wilderness of barren land. Perhaps there was some half a hundred of them. But that was all. They had served, but only by reason that their shelter had satisfied habit, which, even in the men of the long trail, will not be denied.
He turned away. Everything was to his satisfaction. So his tall, fur-clad figure pa.s.sed in amongst the dwarf trees.
The dogs remained crouching, their fierce eyes gazing out over the desolate expanse of winter"s playground. It lay at a great alt.i.tude, several thousands of feet above the level of the sea. The sky was drab.
It was bitter with threat. It was unrelieved by any break in the menacing winter cloud. It was a snow sky which only refrained from releasing its burden by reason of the high, top wind that drove the heavy ma.s.ses relentlessly. The earthly prospect was no more inviting. It was wide, and flat, and devoid of vegetation. There were no hills anywhere, and the skyline was just a vanishing point similar to the horizon of the open sea. One vast, wide field of snow and ice spread out in every direction, and made desolation complete.
When the man re-appeared he was armed with a st.u.r.dy "gee-pole," and at his belt was coiled a heavy-thonged, short-stocked driving whip.
Without a word he thrust the pole under the front of the sled runners, and a sharp command broke from his lips. The effect was instantaneous.
Each dog sprang at his "tug." The man heaved on his pole. There was a moment of straining, then the holding ice gave up its grip, and the sled shot forward.
The man stood for a moment beating his mitted hands. Then he took his place on the sled, buried his legs and feet under the heavy seal robes set ready, and so the long-waited command to "mush" was hurled at the waiting beasts.
The dogs leapt at their work and the sled swept forward with a rush. A blinding flurry of snow dust rose in its wake, enveloping it, and the dogs raced on, yelping with the joy of activity. Their great muscles were aquiver with the eager spirit which is bred of the wild. And so they would continue to run, for their load was light, and the heavy-thonged whip was playing in skilful hands, and they knew, and feared, and obeyed its constant threat.
The way lay across the frozen bosom of a great lake, no less than an inland sea, and a hundred miles must be travelled before night, or the snow, overtook them. It was a hard run. But it must be accomplished.
Failure? But failure must not be considered. No man could contemplate failure and face the winter trail in the barren desolation of the lofty interior of Labrador"s untracked wild.
The austerity of the country was well-nigh overwhelming. The nakedness of it all suggested a skeleton world robbed of everything that could make existence possible. It suggested a world that was sick, and aged, and too unfruitful to harbour aught but the fierce elemental storms of the northern winter. And the cold of it ate into the bones of the lonely figure pa.s.sing through the great silence like a ghost.
The night was deathly still. A thermometer would have registered something colder than sixty degrees below zero. Not a breath of wind stirred. The only sound that came was the doleful note of a prowling wolf in the forest belt near by, and the booming protest of the trees against the bitterness of winter.
The sky was ablaze with a myriad jewels in a velvet setting. And a cold wealth of aurora lit the northern heavens. Camp had been pitched well wide of the nearby forests, and three men sat crouching over the fire.
There was little enough to differentiate between them. They were white men, and all were clad, from their heads to the soles of their seal hide moccasins, in heavy furs. The dark outlines of two sleds showed up a few yards away, but the dogs, themselves, were not visible. Weary with their day"s run they had betaken themselves to their nightly snow burrows to dream over past battles, past labours.
The men were talking earnestly in the low, slow tones which the silence of the forests seems to inspire. Three pairs of bare hands were outheld to the welcome blaze of the fire. Three pairs of clear gazing eyes searched the heart of it. None were smoking. It would have been a burden to keep the pipe stem from freezing even in the vicinity of the fire, and none of them were in any mood to accept any added burden.
A blue-eyed, beardless youth shifted his gaze to the dark face directly opposite him beyond the fire.
"Oh, we got that guy--good," he said. There was laughter in his eyes but not in his tone. "We got him plumb at the game. He was chock full of kerosene and tinder, and he"d fired the patch in several places. We were on it quick. We beat the fire in seconds. As for him, why, I guess his Ma"s going to forget him right away. Leastways I hope so. He went out like the snuff of a lucifer, and his body"s likely handed plenty feed to any wolf straying around."
The dark man across the fire nodded.
"Did he hand a squeal before--he went?"
"Not a word. Hadn"t time. Peter here didn"t ast a thing either."
The youth laughed softly, and the man called Peter took up the story.
"Tain"t no use arguin" with a feller loaded with kerosene in these forests," he said, in a low grumbling way. Then he reached down and s.n.a.t.c.hed a brand from the fire and flung it out on the snow. His action was followed swiftly by a wolfish howl of dismay. Then he again turned his grizzled, whiskered face to the dark man beyond the fire. "You see, Father, it"s our job keeping these forests from fire, an" it ain"t easy.
It don"t much concern us who"s out to fire "em. That"s for other folks.
The feller with kerosene in these forests is goin" to get the stuff we ken hand him. That"s all. Bob an" me got our own way fer actin"."
Bob laughed
"We sure have," he said. "But we don"t allers pull it off. No. We"ve had ten fires on our range in two weeks. We"ve beat the fires, but we ain"t smashed the "bugs" that set "em."
"Would they be all one feller? The feller that got it?" The dark man"s eyes were serious. His tone was troubled.
Peter shook his head.
"No, sir. There"s more"n one, sure. An" from the things I"ve heerd tell from the boys on the neighbourin" ranges it"s happening all along through our limits. They tell me there"s queer things doin" an" no one seems to locate the meaning right."
"What sort of things?"
The dark man spoke sharply. Peter"s reply came after profound deliberation.
"Oh, things," he said. Then he thrust a gnarled brown hand up under his fur hood, and scratched his head. "There"s our forest "phones. They"re bein" cut. It"s the same everywhere. There"s most always things to break "em happenin", but a break aint a cut. No. They"re cut. Who"s cuttin"
"em, and why? Fire-bugs. It ain"t grouchy jacks. No. I"ve heerd the jacks are on the buck in parts, but that ain"t their play. There ain"t a jack who"d see these forests afire, or do a thing to help that way. You see, it"s their living, it"s their whole life. We got so we can"t depend a thing on the "phones. An" cut our forests "phones and we"re gropin"
like blind men."
"Yes."
The leaping flames were dropping, and Bob moved out to the store of fuel. He returned laden, and packed the wood carefully to give the maximum blaze. Then he squatted again, and again his hands were thrust out to the warmth which meant luxury.
Peter had no more to add. His grey eyes searched the heart of the fire as he reflected on the things which were agitating his mind.
"I want to get word down, but I can"t depend on the "phones," he said presently. "If they ain"t cut I can"t tell who"s gettin" the message anyway. Maybe the wires are bein" tapped."
The man across the fire nodded.
"I"m going down," he said.
"I"m glad." Peter"s acknowledgment came with an air of relief. "I"ll hand you a written report before you pull out."
"It"s best that way."
The fire was leaping again. Its beneficent warmth was very pleasant. Bob turned his eyes skyward.
"You"ll get a good trip, Father," he said. "That snow"s cleared out of the sky. It "ud ha" been h.e.l.l if it had caught you out on the lake."
"Yes. I wouldn"t have made here. I wouldn"t have made anywhere if that had happened." The dark man laughed.
Peter shook his head.
"No. You took a big chance."
"I had to."
"So?"
"Yes. I had to get through. There"s a big piece of trouble coming."
"To do with these fires?"
"I guess so."