"Joe! It"s Joe!" yelled Shefford, madly. "There!... Look!"
Jane and Fay were on their knees in the sand, clasping each other, pale faces toward that bend in the river.
Shefford ran up the sh.o.r.e toward the Indian. He climbed the jutting slant of rock. The boat was now full in the turn--it moved faster--it was nearing the smooth incline above the rapid. There! it glided down--heaved darkly up--settled back--and disappeared in the frothy, muddy roughness of water. Shefford held his breath and watched. A dark, bobbing object showed, vanished, showed again to enlarge--to take the shape of a big flatboat--and then it rode the swift, choppy current out of the lower end of the rapid.
Nas Ta Bega began to make violent motions, and Shefford, taking his cue, frantically waved his red scarf. There was a five-mile-an-hour current right before them, and Joe must needs see them so that he might sheer the huge and clumsy craft into the sh.o.r.e before it drifted too far down.
Presently Joe did see them. He appeared to be half-naked; he raised aloft both arms, and bellowed down the canon. The echoes boomed from wall to wall, every one stronger with the deep, hoa.r.s.e triumph in the Mormon"s voice, till they pa.s.sed on, growing weaker, to die away in the roar of the river below. Then Joe bent to a long oar that appeared to be fastened to the stern of the boat, and the craft drifted out of the swifter current toward the sh.o.r.e. It reached a point opposite to where Shefford and the Indian waited, and, though Joe made prodigious efforts, it slid on. Still, it also drifted sh.o.r.eward, and half-way down to the mouth of Nonnezoshe Boco Joe threw the end of a rope to the Indian.
"Ho! Ho!" yelled the Mormon, again setting into motion the fiendish echoes. He was naked to the waist; he had lost flesh; he was haggard, worn, dirty, wet. While he pulled on a shirt Nas Ta Bega made the rope fast to a snag of a log of driftwood embedded in the sand, and the boat swung to sh.o.r.e. It was perhaps thirty feet long by half as many wide, crudely built of rough-hewn boards. The steering-gear was a long pole with a plank nailed to the end. The craft was empty save for another pole and plank, Joe"s coat, and a broken-handled shovel. There were water and sand on the flooring. Joe stepped ash.o.r.e and he was gripped first by Shefford and then by the Indian. He was an unkempt and gaunt giant, yet how steadfast and reliable, how grimly strong to inspire hope!
"Reckon most of me"s here," he said in reply to greetings. "I"ve had water aplenty. My G.o.d! I"ve had WATER!" He rolled out a grim laugh. "But no grub for three days.... Forgot to fetch some!"
How practical he was! He told Fay she looked good for sore eyes, but he needed a biscuit most of all. There was just a second of singular hesitation when he faced La.s.siter, and then the big, strong hand of the young Mormon went out to meet the old gunman"s. While they fed him and he ate like a starved man Shefford told of the flight from the village, the rescuing of Jane and La.s.siter from Surprise Valley, the descent from the plateau, the catastrophe to Shadd"s gang--and, concluding, Shefford, without any explanation, told that Nas Ta Bega had killed the Mormon Waggoner.
"Reckon I had that figured," replied Joe. "First off. I didn"t think so.... So Shadd went over the cliff. That"s good riddance. It beats me, though. Never knew that Piute"s like with a horse. And he had some grand horses in his outfit. Pity about them."
Later when Joe had a moment alone with Shefford he explained that during his ride to Kayenta he had realized Fay"s innocence and who had been responsible for the tragedy. He took Withers, the trader, into his confidence, and they planned a story, which Withers was to carry to Stonebridge, that would exculpate Fay and Shefford of anything more serious than flight. If Shefford got Fay safely out of the country at once that would end the matter for all concerned.
"Reckon I"m some ferry-boatman, too--a FAIRY boatman. Haw! Haw!" he added. "And we"re going through.... Now I want you to help me rig this tarpaulin up over the bow of the boat. If we can fix it up strong it"ll keep the waves from curling over. They filled her four times for me."
They folded the tarpaulin three times, and with stout pieces of split plank and horseshoe nails from Shefford"s saddle-bags and pieces of rope they rigged up a screen around bow and front corners.
Nas Ta Bega put the saddles in the boat. The mustangs were far up Nonnezoshe Boco and would work their way back to green and luxuriant canyons. The Indian said they would soon become wild and would never be found. Shefford regretted Nack-yal, but was glad the faithful little mustang would be free in one of those beautiful canyons.
"Reckon we"d better be off," called Joe. "All aboard!" He placed Fay and Jane in a corner of the bow, where they would be spared sight of the rapids. Shefford loosed the rope and sprang aboard. "Pard," said Joe, "it"s one h.e.l.l of a river! And now with the snow melting up in the mountains it"s twenty feet above normal and rising fast. But that"s well for us. It covers the stones in the rapids. If it hadn"t been in flood Joe would be an angel now!"
The boat cleared the sand, lazily wheeled in the eddying water, and suddenly seemed caught by some powerful gliding force. When it swept out beyond the jutting wall Shefford saw a quarter of a mile of sliding water that appeared to end abruptly. Beyond lengthened out the gigantic gap between the black and frowning cliffs.
"Wow!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Joe. "Drops out of sight there. But that one ain"t much. I can tell by the roar. When you see my hair stand up straight--then watch out!... La.s.siter, you look after the women.
Shefford, you stand ready to bail out with the shovel, for we"ll sure ship water. Nas Ta Bega, you help here with the oar."
The roar became a heavy, continuous rumble; the current quickened; little streaks and ridges seemed to race along the boat; strange gurglings rose from under the bow. Shefford stood on tiptoe to see the break in the river below. Swiftly it came into sight--a wonderful, long, smooth, red slant of water, a swelling mound, a huge back-curling wave, another and another, a sea of frothy, uplifting crests, leaping and tumbling and diminishing down to the narrowing apex of the rapid. It was a frightful sight, yet it thrilled Shefford. Joe worked the steering-oar back and forth and headed the boat straight for the middle of the incline. The boat reached the round rim, gracefully dipped with a heavy sop, and went shooting down. The wind blew wet in Shefford"s face. He stood erect, thrilling, fascinated, frightened. Then he seemed to feel himself lifted; the curling wave leaped at the boat; there was a shock that laid him flat; and when he rose to his knees all about him was roar and spray and leaping, muddy waves. Shock after shock jarred the boat.
Splashes of water stung his face. And then the jar and the motion, the confusion and roar, gradually lessened until presently Shefford rose to see smooth water ahead and the long, trembling rapid behind.
"Get busy, bailer," yelled Joe. "Pretty soon you"ll be glad you have to bail--so you can"t see!"
There were several inches of water in the bottom of the boat and Shefford learned for the first time the expediency of a shovel in the art of bailing.
"That tarpaulin worked powerful good," went on Joe. "And it saves the women. Now if it just don"t bust on a big wave! That one back there was little."
When Shefford had scooped out all the water he went forward to see how Fay and Jane and La.s.siter had fared. The women were pale, but composed.
They had covered their heads.
"But the dreadful roar!" exclaimed Fay.
La.s.siter looked shaken for once.
"Sh.o.r.e I"d rather taken a chance meetin" them Mormons on the way out,"
he said.
Shefford spoke with an encouraging a.s.surance which he did not himself feel. Almost at the moment he marked a silence that had fallen into the canon; then it broke to a low, dull, strange roar.
"Aha! Hear that?" The Mormon shook his s.h.a.ggy head. "Reckon we"re in Cataract Canon. We"ll be standing on end from now on. Hang on to her, boys!"
Danger of this unusual kind had brought out a peculiar levity in the somber Mormon--a kind of wild, gay excitement. His eyes rolled as he watched the river ahead and he puffed out his cheek with his tongue.
The rugged, overhanging walls of the canon grew sinister in Shefford"s sight. They were jaws. And the river--that made him shudder to look down into it. The little whirling pits were eyes peering into his, and they raced on with the boat, disappeared, and came again, always with the little, hollow gurgles.
The craft drifted swiftly and the roar increased. Another rapid seemed to move up into view. It came at a bend in the canon. When the breeze struck Shefford"s cheeks he did not this time experience exhilaration.
The current accelerated its sliding motion and bore the flatboat straight for the middle of the curve. Shefford saw the bend, a long, dark, narrow, gloomy canon, and a stretch of contending waters, then, crouching low, he waited for the dip, the race, the shock.
They came--the last stopping the boat--throwing it aloft--letting it drop--and crests of angry waves curled over the side. Shefford, kneeling, felt the water slap around him, and in his ears was a deafening roar. There were endless moments of strife and h.e.l.l and flying darkness of spray all about him, and under him the rocking boat. When they lessened--ceased in violence--he stood ankle-deep in water, and then madly he began to bail.
Another roar deadened his ears, but he did not look up from his toil.
And when he had to get down to avoid the pitch he closed his eyes. That rapid pa.s.sed and with more water to bail, he resumed his share in the manning of the crude craft. It was more than a share--a tremendous responsibility to which he bent with all his might. He heard Joe yell--and again--and again. He heard the increasing roars one after another till they seemed one continuous bellow. He felt the shock, the pitch, the beating waves, and then the lessening power of sound and current. That set him to his task. Always in these long intervals of toil he seemed to see, without looking up, the growing proportions of the canon. And the river had become a living, terrible thing. The intervals of his tireless effort when he scooped the water overboard were fleeting, and the rides through rapid after rapid were endless periods of waiting terror. His spirit and his hope were overwhelmed by the rush and roar and fury.
Then, as he worked, there came a change--a rest to deafened ears--a stretch of river that seemed quiet after chaos--and here for the first time he bailed the boat clear of water.
Jane and Fay were huddled in a corner, with the flapping tarpaulin now half fallen over them. They were wet and muddy. La.s.siter crouched like a man dazed by a bad dream, and his white hair hung, stained and bedraggled, over his face. The Indian and the Mormon, grim, hard, worn, stood silent at the oar.
The afternoon was far advanced and the sun had already descended below the western ramparts. A cool breeze blew up the canon, laden with a sound that was the same, yet not the same, as those low, dull roars which Shefford dreaded more and more.
Joe Lake turned his ear to the breeze. A stronger puff brought a heavy, quivering rumble. This time he did not vent his gay and wild defiance to the river. He bent lower--listened. Then as the rumble became a strange, deep, reverberating roll, as if the monstrous river were rolling huge stones down a subterranean canon, Shefford saw with dilating eyes that the Mormon"s hair was rising stiff upon his head.
"Hear that!" said Joe, turning an ashen face to Shefford. "We"ll drop off the earth now. Hang on to the girl, so if we go you can go together.... And, pard, if you"ve a G.o.d--pray!"
Nas Ta Bega faced the bend from whence that rumble came, and he was the same dark, inscrutable, impa.s.sive Indian as of old. What was death to him?
Shefford felt the strong, rushing love of life surge in him, and it was not for himself he thought, but for Fay and the happiness she merited.
He went to her, patted the covered head, and tried with words choking in his throat to give hope. And he leaned with hands gripping the gunwale, with eyes wide open, ready for the unknown.
The river made a quick turn and from round the bend rumbled a terrible uproar. The current racing that way was divided or uncertain, and it gave strange motion to the boat. Joe and Nas Ta Bega shoved desperately upon the oar, all to no purpose. The currents had their will. The bow of the boat took the place of the stern. Then swift at the head of a curved incline it shot beyond the bulging wall.
And Shefford saw an awful place before them. The canon had narrowed to half its width, and turned almost at right angles. The huge clamor of appalling sound came from under the cliff where the swollen river had to pa.s.s and where there was not s.p.a.ce. The rapid rushed in gigantic swells right upon the wall, boomed against it, climbed and spread and fell away, to recede and gather new impetus, to leap madly on down the canon.
Shefford went to his knees, clasped Fay, and Jane, too. But facing this appalling thing he had to look. Courage and despair came to him at the last. This must be the end. With long, buoyant swing the boat sailed down, shot over the first waves, was caught and lifted upon the great swell and impelled straight toward the cliff. Huge whirlpools raced alongside, and from them came a horrible, engulfing roar. Monstrous bulges rose on the other side. All the stupendous power of that mighty river of downward-rushing silt swung the boat aloft, up and up, as the swell climbed the wall. Shefford, with transfixed eyes and harrowed soul, watched the wet black wall. It loomed down upon him. The stern of the boat went high. Then when the crash that meant doom seemed imminent the swell spread and fell back from the wall and the boat never struck at all. By some miraculous chance it had been favored by a strange and momentary receding of the huge spent swell. Then it slid back, was caught and whirled by the current into a red, frothy, up-flung rapids below. Shefford bowed his head over Fay and saw no more, nor felt nor heard. What seemed a long time after that the broken voice of the Mormon recalled him to his labors.
The boat was half full of water. Nas Ta Bega scooped out great sheets of it with his hands. Shefford sprang to aid him, found the shovel, and plunged into the task. Slowly but surely they emptied the boat. And then Shefford saw that twilight had fallen. Joe was working the craft toward a narrow bank of sand, to which, presently, they came, and the Indian sprang out to moor to a rock.
The fugitives went ash.o.r.e and, weary and silent and drenched, they dropped in the warm sand.
But Shefford could not sleep. The river kept him awake. In the distance it rumbled, low, deep, reverberating, and near at hand it was a thing of mutable mood. It moaned, whined, mocked, and laughed. It had the soul of a devil. It was a river that had cut its way to the bowels of the earth, and its nature was destructive. It harbored no life. Fighting its way through those dead walls, cutting and tearing and wearing, its heavy burden of silt was death, destruction, and decay. A silent river, a murmuring, strange, fierce, terrible, thundering river of the desert!
Even in the dark it seemed to wear the hue of blood.
All night long Shefford heard it, and toward the dark hours before dawn, when a restless, broken sleep came to him, his dreams were dreams of a river of sounds.
All the beautiful sounds he knew and loved he heard--the sigh of the wind in the pines, the mourn of the wolf, the cry of the laughing-gull, the murmur of running brooks, the song of a child, the whisper of a woman. And there were the boom of the surf, the roar of the north wind in the forest, the roll of thunder. And there were the sounds not of earth--a river of the universe rolling the planets, engulfing the stars, pouring the sea of blue into infinite s.p.a.ce.
Night with its fitful dreams pa.s.sed. Dawn lifted the ebony gloom out of the canon and sunlight far up on the ramparts renewed Shefford"s spirit. He rose and awoke the others. Fay"s wistful smile still held its faith. They ate of the gritty, water-soaked food. Then they embarked.