"Well, if you"re going to be a Western girl you"d better have s.p.u.n.k enough to move."
"A-huh!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Bo. Then she rolled over, not without groans, and, once upon her face, she raised herself on her hands and turned to a sitting posture. "Where"s everybody?... Oh, Nell, it"s perfectly lovely here. Paradise!"
Helen looked around. A fire was smoldering. No one was in sight.
Wonderful distant colors seemed to strike her glance as she tried to fix it upon near-by objects. A beautiful little green tent or shack had been erected out of spruce boughs. It had a slanting roof that sloped all the way from a ridge-pole to the ground; half of the opening in front was closed, as were the sides. The spruce boughs appeared all to be laid in the same direction, giving it a smooth, compact appearance, actually as if it had grown there.
"That lean-to wasn"t there last night?" inquired Bo.
"I didn"t see it. Lean-to? Where"d you get that name?"
"It"s Western, my dear. I"ll bet they put it up for us.... Sure, I see our bags inside. Let"s get up. It must be late."
The girls had considerable fun as well as pain in getting up and keeping each other erect until their limbs would hold them firmly. They were delighted with the spruce lean-to. It faced the open and stood just under the wide-spreading shelf of rock. The tiny outlet from the spring flowed beside it and spilled its clear water over a stone, to fall into a little pool. The floor of this woodland habitation consisted of tips of spruce boughs to about a foot in depth, all laid one way, smooth and springy, and so sweetly odorous that the air seemed intoxicating. Helen and Bo opened their baggage, and what with use of the cold water, brush and comb, and clean blouses, they made themselves feel as comfortable as possible, considering the excruciating aches. Then they went out to the campfire.
Helen"s eye was attracted by moving objects near at hand. Then simultaneously with Bo"s cry of delight Helen saw a beautiful doe approaching under the trees. Dale walked beside it.
"You sure had a long sleep," was the hunter"s greeting. "I reckon you both look better."
"Good morning. Or is it afternoon? We"re just able to move about," said Helen.
"I could ride," declared Bo, stoutly. "Oh, Nell, look at the deer! It"s coming to me."
The doe had hung back a little as Dale reached the camp-fire. It was a gray, slender creature, smooth as silk, with great dark eyes. It stood a moment, long ears erect, and then with a graceful little trot came up to Bo and reached a slim nose for her outstretched hand. All about it, except the beautiful soft eyes, seemed wild, and yet it was as tame as a kitten. Then, suddenly, as Bo fondled the long ears, it gave a start and, breaking away, ran back out of sight under the pines.
"What frightened it?" asked Bo.
Dale pointed up at the wall under the shelving roof of rock. There, twenty feet from the ground, curled up on a ledge, lay a huge tawny animal with a face like that of a cat.
"She"s afraid of Tom," replied Dale. "Recognizes him as a hereditary foe, I guess. I can"t make friends of them."
"Oh! So that"s Tom--the pet lion!" exclaimed Bo. "Ugh! No wonder that deer ran off!"
"How long has he been up there?" queried Helen, gazing fascinated at Dale"s famous pet.
"I couldn"t say. Tom comes an" goes," replied Dale. "But I sent him up there last night."
"And he was there--perfectly free--right over us--while we slept!" burst out Bo.
"Yes. An" I reckon you slept the safer for that."
"Of all things! Nell, isn"t he a monster? But he doesn"t look like a lion--an African lion. He"s a panther. I saw his like at the circus once."
"He"s a cougar," said Dale. "The panther is long and slim. Tom is not only long, but thick an" round. I"ve had him four years. An" he was a kitten no bigger "n my fist when I got him."
"Is he perfectly tame--safe?" asked Helen, anxiously.
"I"ve never told anybody that Tom was safe, but he is," replied Dale.
"You can absolutely believe it. A wild cougar wouldn"t attack a man unless cornered or starved. An" Tom is like a big kitten."
The beast raised his great catlike face, with its sleepy, half-shut eyes, and looked down upon them.
"Shall I call him down?" inquired Dale.
For once Bo did not find her voice.
"Let us--get a little more used to him--at a distance," replied Helen, with a little laugh.
"If he comes to you, just rub his head an" you"ll see how tame he is,"
said Dale. "Reckon you"re both hungry?"
"Not so very," returned Helen, aware of his penetrating gray gaze upon her.
"Well, I am," vouchsafed Bo.
"Soon as the turkey"s done we"ll eat. My camp is round between the rocks. I"ll call you."
Not until his broad back was turned did Helen notice that the hunter looked different. Then she saw he wore a lighter, cleaner suit of buckskin, with no coat, and instead of the high-heeled horseman"s boots he wore moccasins and leggings. The change made him appear more lithe.
"Nell, I don"t know what you think, but _I_ call him handsome," declared Bo.
Helen had no idea what she thought.
"Let"s try to walk some," she suggested.
So they essayed that painful task and got as far as a pine log some few rods from their camp. This point was close to the edge of the park, from which there was an un.o.bstructed view.
"My! What a place!" exclaimed Bo, with eyes wide and round.
"Oh, beautiful!" breathed Helen.
An unexpected blaze of color drew her gaze first. Out of the black spruce slopes shone patches of aspens, gloriously red and gold, and low down along the edge of timber troops of aspens ran out into the park, not yet so blazing as those above, but purple and yellow and white in the sunshine. Ma.s.ses of silver spruce, like trees in moonlight, bordered the park, sending out here and there an isolated tree, sharp as a spear, with under-branches close to the ground. Long golden-green gra.s.s, resembling half-ripe wheat, covered the entire floor of the park, gently waving to the wind. Above sheered the black, gold-patched slopes, steep and unscalable, rising to b.u.t.tresses of dark, iron-hued rock. And to the east circled the rows of cliff-bench, gray and old and fringed, splitting at the top in the notch where the lacy, slumberous waterfall, like white smoke, fell and vanished, to reappear in wider sheet of lace, only to fall and vanish again in the green depths.
It was a verdant valley, deep-set in the mountain walls, wild and sad and lonesome. The waterfall dominated the spirit of the place, dreamy and sleepy and tranquil; it murmured sweetly on one breath of wind, and lulled with another, and sometimes died out altogether, only to come again in soft, strange roar.
"Paradise Park!" whispered Bo to herself.
A call from Dale disturbed their raptures. Turning, they hobbled with eager but painful steps in the direction of a larger camp-fire, situated to the right of the great rock that sheltered their lean-to. No hut or house showed there and none was needed. Hiding-places and homes for a hundred hunters were there in the sections of caverned cliffs, split off in bygone ages from the mountain wall above. A few stately pines stood out from the rocks, and a clump of silver spruce ran down to a brown brook. This camp was only a step from the lean-to, round the corner of a huge rock, yet it had been out of sight. Here indeed was evidence of a hunter"s home--pelts and skins and antlers, a neat pile of split fire-wood, a long ledge of rock, well sheltered, and loaded with bags like a huge pantry-shelf, packs and ropes and saddles, tools and weapons, and a platform of dry brush as shelter for a fire around which hung on poles a various a.s.sortment of utensils for camp.
"Hyar--you git!" shouted Dale, and he threw a stick at something. A bear cub scampered away in haste. He was small and woolly and brown, and he grunted as he ran. Soon he halted.
"That"s Bud," said Dale, as the girls came up. "Guess he near starved in my absence. An" now he wants everythin", especially the sugar. We don"t have sugar often up here."
"Isn"t he dear? Oh, I love him!" cried Bo. "Come back, Bud. Come, Buddie."
The cub, however, kept his distance, watching Dale with bright little eyes.
"Where"s Mr. Roy?" asked Helen.
"Roy"s gone. He was sorry not to say good-by. But it"s important he gets down in the pines on Anson"s trail. He"ll hang to Anson, an" in case they get near Pine he"ll ride in to see where your uncle is."