"I"m glad to meet you again, Running Elk, and sorry to hear about your trouble. But it will soon be all right. I"ll see to it that the authorities learn about Pierre, and they"ll get him before long. In the meantime, I"m going to give you a letter to my foreman. You take your little party to the ranch, and they"ll see to it that you have plenty to eat until I come back home," he said.
The chief shook his head sadly.
"Bad! bad! Young braves no think when kill runaway steers. Never more can happen after this. Send skins to pay when get um. Glad get meat for squaw and pappoose."
That was the extent of his remarks.
"I guess Injuns ain"t got much of a supply of words," remarked Will aside to Bluff.
"But he means all right. I like the old chap"s looks. Come along, Frank, and tell us all about it. You look like you"ve been in a fight. Say! the reds didn"t tackle you, did they?" exclaimed Bluff.
"One did; a little chap about hip-high. Ho was out trying to snare a jack-rabbit, when he found me. I"d taken a header down over a root, and was lying in a state where I didn"t care whether school kept or not. He led me to their camp, and Jerry found me there later. That"s all of it in a nutsh.e.l.l. Now I"m going to have Mr. Mabie wrap up my hand and take a look at my head, for it still rings."
After an examination, the ranchman declared that there was nothing serious the matter.
"It may take a few days for that lump to subside, and these cuts to heal, but you came out of it better than an old fellow like me could have done," he said, and Frank felt relieved.
"What are you going to do with Running Elk?" he asked.
"Send him back to his people with some food. Then he will carry this letter to my foreman, who will look after the party until we get back.
After that I"ll see to it that Pierre is taken care of and the chief recalled to his own."
"I knew you would. I told the old fellow that, but he was sore afraid that you could never forgive what his young braves had done a year or two ago."
The old Cree chief soon departed, with a grin on his face, and his arms full of bundles. He might have been proud, but there were hungry mouths to feed, and for their sakes he must forget that he should die sooner than beg favors.
Frank felt rather stiff and sore on the following day. He was satisfied to hang about camp, and let his chums do the hunting, for once.
Jerry could not be restrained, for his sporting blood demanded that he keep going all the while. Will was just as eager to do his style of shooting, and even wandered down the river to get a view of the Cree teepee before the family of Running Elk broke camp.
Bluff took a notion to try fishing, and with considerable success. Later in the day Frank also wet a line, and between them they managed to secure a decent mess of fat trout for the whole party.
When Jerry came in he reported that he had had a shot at an elk, but failed to stop his flight. He also declared that he had seen what he believed to be a wolf skulking through the timber.
"Oh, I don"t doubt it," said the old stockman, when Frank looked questioningly at him. "The pesky critters like to hang around here, looking for a nice calf that happens to stray away from its mammy"s side. Winter and summer, it"s all the same to them, so long as we don"t get after the pack too hot. Never lose a chance to knock over a wolf, my boy."
"I never mean to," said Jerry, holding up a piece of gray fur.
"That"s wolf, all right; and look here, what did you do to him?"
demanded Mr. Mabie.
"I was very kind to the scamp, and hung him up in a tree, where the rest of his tribe couldn"t get at him to tear his hide to pieces. You see, I had a notion that I"d like to have that skin for a rug, and that later on, perhaps, one of the boys might go out with me and remove it much better than I could," grinned Jerry.
"Thank you, my lad. I feel that you"ve done me a favor. Every wolf that goes across the Great Divide means more calves to grow up; and you shall have your rug, I pledge you my word."
Mr. Mabie shook the hand of the successful wolf hunter with emphasis, showing that he felt deeply on the subject.
Just as he expected, Frank was still rather sore on the following day.
He let the others do the hunting that morning, Will tagging behind the bunch with his ready camera.
They came in at noon, having covered some new ground, and brought the best part of an elk with them. Mr. Mabie laughed, and wished it might have been an antelope instead. He was not partial to elk meat, which was perhaps natural in a stockman, who could kill young beef whenever the spirit moved.
"How about that bear den, Reddy?" asked Jerry, as they lounged about the camp in the early afternoon.
"Any time you say the word. I was only waitin" till Frank felt himself again," was the other"s reply.
"Oh, don"t let my condition keep you from that little entertainment.
Besides, I feel much better now. Perhaps a little excitement might put me in just the right kind of trim," declared that individual promptly.
"Hear! hear!" exclaimed Bluff, making a pretense of clapping his hands.
"Talk to me about your dyed-in-the-wool sportsman! Frank, here, could give any fellow points," declared Jerry.
"I understand the principle he works on. It"s the same as what they call h.o.m.oepathy, that "like cures like." I"ve seen a man, when struck by a rattler, chase the reptile, kill him, and apply his crushed body to the wound, in the belief that one poison would counteract the other," said the stockman.
"Did it succeed?" asked Jerry, eager for information along these lines.
"Well," said Mr. Mabie, "the poor chap died, I"m sorry to say. In another case, the fellow insisted on filling himself up with whiskey. He lived through it, too, which proved the rule, though I believe there are better things to save a man than liquor. But Frank has the right idea.
The excitement of the chase will cause him to forget, and take some of the stiffness out of his joints."
"Then we go this afternoon?" queried Reddy anxiously.
"Whenever you"re ready," answered Frank.
They set out within half an hour. Of course, the whole four chums insisted on being in the party. Besides, there were the guide, Mr. Mabie and Billy. Each of the cowboys carried his rope, for of late it had seemed as though a lariat might be a very necessary accompaniment to these side hunts.
They headed in a quarter where, as yet, none of the boys had been. This led them directly into the thickets that lay at the base of the mountain barrier, stretching away up against the blue heavens.
None of the chums had forgotten the fierce appearance of the grizzly that had fallen before the rifle which Jerry wielded so cleverly.
"Remember, lads," said Mr. Mabie, as they trailed along through rocky gulches, "every Mountain Charlie isn"t going to keel over as easily as the one Jerry got. He was lucky to send his lead to a vital point. I"ve seen veteran hunters shoot a bear a dozen times, and then have to finish him with a knife."
"I"ve always read that they can stand a tremendous amount of shooting without caving under," admitted Frank.
"And it isn"t considered at all disgraceful, when stirring such a terrible monster out of his den, for the hunters to post themselves in trees near by. While at first blush such a procedure might seem silly or cowardly to you, take an old hunter"s advice, and give the rascal no more chance than you can help. Even then I"ve known him to shake a fellow out of a small tree, and only for the a.s.sistance of the others he must have killed the youngster."
"A grizzly can"t climb a tree, then, sir?" questioned Will uneasily.
"Not ordinarily. He might manage to swarm up if the trunk was inclined about forty-five degrees. Select straight ones, and of some size; then you"re safe."
"Thank you, Mr. Mabie. I"ll follow your advice. You see, I"m only the photographer of the club, and they could hardly afford to lose me,"
remarked Will, thinking some sort of an apology might be necessary for his seeming timidity.
But the others did not laugh. They knew their chum too well for that. He had proven more than once that when it came to a pinch he could conquer his natural weakness, and show the right spirit of bravery, especially if it were one of his comrades who was in peril.
"Well," remarked Reddy a short time later, "we"re close to the place now."
"I imagined as much," said Mr. Mabie, with a significant look around.