She looked up at the grouse still in the tree.
"It does look a little silly still staring down," she said.
"This time of year the Indians call them fool hens. After they"ve been hunted they get smart. They"re not the real fool hens. Those never get smart. They"re willow grouse. These are ruffed grouse."
"I hope we"ll get smart," his sister said. "Tell him to go away, Nickie."
"You tell him."
"Go away, partridge."
The grouse did not move.
Nick raised the rifle and the grouse looked at him. Nick knew he could not shoot the bird without making his sister sad and he made a noise blowing out so his tongue rattled and lips shook like a grouse bursting from cover and the bird looked at him fascinated.
"We better not annoy him," Nick said.
"I"m sorry, Nickie," his sister said. "He is stupid."
"Wait till we eat them," Nick told her. "You"ll see why we hunt them."
"Are they out of season, too?"
"Sure. But they are full grown and n.o.body but us would ever hunt them. I kill plenty of great horned owls and a great horned owl will kill a partridge every day if he can. They hunt all the time and they kill all the good birds."
"He certainly could kill that one easy," his sister said. "I don"t feel bad any more. Do you want a bag to carry them in?"
"I"ll draw them and then pack them in the bag with some ferns. It isn"t so far to the berries now."
They sat against one of the cedars and Nick opened the birds and took out their warm entrails and feeling the inside of the birds hot on his right hand he found the edible parts of the giblets and cleaned them and then washed them in the stream. When the birds were cleaned he smoothed their feathers and wrapped them in ferns and put them in the flour sack. He tied the mouth of the flour sack and two corners with a piece of fish line and slung it over his shoulder and then went back to the stream and dropped the entrails in and tossed some bright pieces of lung in to see the trout rise in the rapid heavy flow of the water.
"They"d make good bait but we don"t need bait now," he said. "Our trout are all in the stream and we"ll take them when we need them."
"This stream would make us rich if it was near home," his sister said.
"It would be fished out then. This is the last really wild stream there is except in another awful country to get to beyond the foot of the lake. I never brought anybody here to fish."
"Who ever fishes it?"
"n.o.body I know."
"Is it a virgin stream?"
"No. Indians fish it. But they"re gone now since they quit cutting hemlock bark and the camps closed down."
"Does the Evans boy know?"
"Not him," Nick said. But then he thought about it and it made him feel sick. He could see the Evans boy.
"What"re you thinking, Nickie?"
"I wasn"t thinking."
"You were thinking. You tell me. We"re partners."
"He might know," Nick said. "G.o.ddam it. He might know."
"But you don"t know that he knows?"
"No. That"s the trouble. If I did I"d get out."
"Maybe he"s back at camp now," his sister said.
"Don"t talk that way. Do you want to bring him?"
"No," she said. "Please, Nickie, I"m sorry I brought it up."
"I"m not," Nick said. "I"m grateful. I knew it anyway. Only I"d stopped thinking about it. I have to think about things now the rest of my life."
"You always thought about things."
"Not like this."
"Let"s go down and get the berries anyway," Littless said. "There isn"t anything we can do now to help is there?"
"No," Nick said. "We"ll pick the berries and get back to camp."
But Nick was trying to accept it now and think his way all the way through it. He must not get in a panic about it. Nothing had changed. Things were just as they were when he had decided to come here and let things blow over. The Evans boy could have followed him here before. But it was very unlikely. He could have followed him one time when he had gone in from the road through the Hodges" place, but it was doubtful. n.o.body had been fishing the stream. He could be sure of that. But the Evans boy did not care about fishing.
"All that b.a.s.t.a.r.d cares about is trailing me," he said.
"I know it, Nickie."
"This is three times he"s made us trouble."
"I know it, Nickie. But don"t you kill him."
That"s why she came along, Nick thought. That"s why she"s here. I can"t do it while she"s along.
"I know I mustn"t kill him," he said. "There"s nothing we can do now. Let"s not talk about it."
"As long as you don"t kill him," his sister said. "There"s nothing we can"t get out of and nothing that won"t blow over."
"Let"s get back to camp," Nick said.
"Without the berries?"
"We"ll get the berries another day."
"Are you nervous, Nickie?"
"Yes. I"m sorry."
"But what good will we be back at camp?"
"We"ll know quicker."
"Can"t we just go along the way we were going?"
"Not now. I"m not scared, Littless. And don"t you be scared. But something"s made me nervous."
Nick had cut up away from the stream into the edge of the timber and they were walking in the shade of the trees. They would come onto the camp now from above.
From the timber they approached the camp carefully. Nick went ahead with the rifle. The camp had not been visited.
"You stay here," Nick told his sister. "I"m going to have a look beyond." He left the sack with the birds and the berry pails with Littless and went well up stream. As soon as he was out of sight of his sister he changed the .22 shorts in the rifle for the long rifles. I won"t kill him, he thought, but anyway it"s the right thing to do. He made a careful search of the country. He saw no sign of anyone and he went down to the stream and then downstream and back up to the camp.
"I"m sorry I was nervous, Littless," he said. "We might as well have a good lunch and then we won"t have to worry about a fire showing at night."
"I"m worried now, too," she said.
"Don"t you be worried, it"s just like it was before."
"But he drove us back from getting the berries without him even being here."
"I know. But he"s not been here. Maybe he"s never even been to this creek ever. Maybe we"ll never see him again."
"He makes me scared, Nickie, worse when he"s not here than when he"s here."
"I know. But there isn"t any use being scared."
"What are we going to do?"
"Well, we better wait to cook until night."
"Why did you change?"
"He won"t be around here at night. He can"t come through the swamp in the dark. We don"t have to worry about him early in the mornings and late in the evening nor in the dark. We"ll have to be like the deer and only be out then. We"ll lay up in the daytime."
"Maybe he"ll never come."
"Sure. Maybe."
"But I can stay though, can"t I?"
"I ought to get you home."
"No. Please, Nickie. Who"s going to keep you from killing him then?"
"Listen, Littless, don"t ever talk about killing and remember I never talked about killing. There isn"t any killing nor ever going to be any."
"True?"
"True."
"I"m so glad."
"Don"t even be that. n.o.body ever talked about it."
"All right. I never thought about it nor spoke about it."
"Me either."
"Of course you didn"t."
"I never even thought about it."
No, he thought. You never even thought about it. Only all day and all night. But you mustn"t think about it in front of her because she can feel it because she is your sister and you love each other.
"Are you hungry, Littless?"
"Not really."
"Eat some of the hard chocolate and I"ll get some fresh water from the spring."
"I don"t have to have anything."
They looked across to where the big white clouds of the eleven o"clock breeze were coming up over the blue hills beyond the swamp. The sky was a high clear blue and the clouds came up white and detached themselves from behind the hills and moved high in the sky as the breeze freshened and the shadows of the clouds moved over the swamp and across the hillside. The wind blew in the trees now and was cool as they lay in the shade. The water from the spring was cold and fresh in the tin pail and the chocolate was not quite bitter but was hard and crunched as they chewed it.
"It"s as good as the water in the spring where we were when we first saw them," his sister said. "It tastes even better after the chocolate."
"We can cook if you"re hungry."
"I"m not if you"re not."
"I"m always hungry. I was a fool not to go on and get the berries."
"No. You came back to find out."
"Look, Littless. I know a place back by the slashing we came through where we can get berries. I"ll cache everything and we can go in there through the timber all the way and pick a couple of pails full and then we"ll have them ahead for tomorrow. It isn"t a bad walk."
"All right. But I"m fine."
"Aren"t you hungry?"
"No. Not at all now after the chocolate. I"d love to just stay and read. We had a nice walk when we were hunting."
"All right," Nick said. "Are you tired from yesterday?"