"I want to go--more than anything in the world."
"Then we will go on. I"ve already sent Vosper to get the horses."
He turned to his work. Lounsbury, his mood still una.s.suaged, called from his bed. "Bring me my breakfast here, Bronson," he commanded.
"Lord, I"ve had a rotten night. This bed was like stones. I can"t compliment you on your accommodations."
Bill brought him his breakfast, quietly and gravely. "They"re not my accommodations," Bill replied. "They"re G.o.d Almighty"s. And I made it just as comfortable for you as I can."
"I think you could have provided folding cots, anyway. I"ve a great mind to turn back." He looked into the snow-filled sky. "By George, I will turn back. There"s no sense in going any farther in this wild goose chase. It"s a death trip, that"s all it is--going out in this snow. Tell Miss Tremont that we"re starting back."
Bill stood straight and tall. "I"ve already talked that over with Miss Tremont," he answered quietly. "She has given the order to go on."
The fleshy sacks under Lounsbury"s eyes swelled with wrath. "She has, has she? I think she"s already told you that I"m financing this trip, not her, and I"ve told you so too. I"m doing the hiring and giving the orders."
"In that case, it"s your privilege to order me to turn back, and of course I will obey. You will owe me, however, for the full thirty days."
For a moment a spectator would have eyed Lounsbury with apprehension; to all appearances he had swollen past the danger mark and was about to explode. "You"d hold me up, would you--you--you--I"d like to see you get it."
Bill eyed him long and grimly. There was a miniature flake of fire in each of his dark eyes and a curious little quiver, vaguely ominous, in his muscles. There was also a grim determination in the set of his features. "I"d get it all right," he a.s.sured him. Then his voice changed, friendly and soft again. "But you"d better talk it over with Miss Tremont, Mr. Lounsbury. The snow is likely only temporary. I"ll see that you turn back before it gets too deep for safety."
They folded the tent and packed the horses, and shortly after eight Bill led the way deeper into the forest. The snow-swept trees, the white glades between, the long line of pack horses following in the wake of the impa.s.sive form of Bill made a picture that Virginia could never forget. And ever the snow sifted down upon them, ever heavier on the branches, ever deeper on the trail.
If the record of the wild things had been clear in yesterday"s mud it was an open book to-day. Everywhere the trail was criss-crossed with tracks. In that first mile she saw signs of almost every kind of living creature that dwelt in this northern realm. Besides those of the larger mammals, such as bear and moose and caribou, she saw the tracks of those two savage hunters, the wolverine and lynx. The latter is nothing more nor less than an overgrown tomcat, except for a decorative tuft at his ears, and like all his brethren soft as flower petals in his step; but because he mews unpleasantly on the trail he has a worse reputation than he deserves. But not so with the wolverine. Many unkind remarks have been addressed to him, but no words have ever been invented--even the marvelous combinations of expletives known to the trapper--properly to describe him. The little people of the forest--the birds in the shrubbery and the squirrels in the trees and the little digging rodents in the ground--fear him and hate him for his stealth and his cunning.
Even the cow caribou, remembering his way of leaping suddenly from ambush upon her calf, dreads him for his ferocity and his strength; and the trapper, finding his bait stolen from every trap on his line, calls down curses upon his head. But for all this unpopularity he continues to prosper and increase.
Virginia saw where a marten and a squirrel had come to death grips in the snow: the tracks and an ominous red stain told the story plainly.
The squirrel had attempted to seek safety in flight, but the marten was even swifter in the tree limbs than the squirrel himself. The little animal had made a flying leap to the ground,--a small part of a second too late. The marten, Bill explained, were no longer numerous. Fur buyers all over the world were paying many times their weight in gold for the glossy skins.
"Marten can catch squirrel, but fisher can catch marten," is an old saying among the trappers; and as they rode Bill told her some of his adventures with these latter, beautiful fur bearers. The fisher, it seemed, hunted every kind of living creature that he could master except fish. When the names of the animals were pa.s.sed around, Bill said, the otter and the fisher got their slips mixed, and the misnomer had followed them through the centuries. He showed her the tracks of the ermine and, now that they were reaching the high alt.i.tudes, the trail of the ptarmigan in the snow. Mink, fox, and coyote had hunted each other gayly through the drifts, and all three had hunted the snowshoe rabbit and field mouse; a half-blind gopher had emerged from his den to view the morning and had ducked quickly back at the sight of the snow; an owl had s.n.a.t.c.hed a Canada jay from her perch and had left a few clotted feathers when the daylight had driven him from his feast.
The rigors of the day"s travel were constantly increasing. The wet snow steaming on their sides sapped the vitality of the horses; to keep them at a fair pace required a constant stream of nervous energy on the part of their riders. Virginia found it almost impossible to dodge the snow-laden branches. They would slap snow into her face, down her neck and into her sleeves: it sifted into her eyes and hair and chilled her hands until they ached. The waterproof garments that she wore were priceless after the first mile.
Lounsbury had an even more trying time. His clothes soaked through at once, and the piercing, biting cold of the northern fall went into him.
He was drenched, shivering, incoherent with wrath when they stopped for noon. He was not enough of a sportsman to take the consequences of his arrogance in good spirit. He didn"t know the meaning of that ancient law,--that men must take the responsibility of their own deeds and with good spirit pay for their mistakes. He didn"t know how to smile at the difficulties that confronted him. That ancient code of self-mastery, of taking the bitter medicine of life without complaint clear to the instant of death was far beyond his grasp. "You"ve made everything just as hard for us as you could," he stormed at Bill. "If I ever get back alive I"ll get your guide"s license s.n.a.t.c.hed away from you if I never do another thing. You don"t know how to guide or pick a trail. You brought us out here to bleed us. And you"ll pay for it when I get back."
Bill scarcely seemed to hear. He went on with his work, but when the simple meal was over and the packing half done, he made his answer. He drew a cloth sack from one of the packs, swung it on his shoulder, and stepped over to Lounsbury"s side.
"There"s a couple of things I want to tell you," he began. He spoke in a quiet voice, so that Virginia could not hear.
Lounsbury looked up with a scowl. "I don"t know that I want to hear them."
"I know you don"t want to hear "em, but you are going to hear "em just the same. I want to tell you that first I"m doing everything any human being can to make you more comfortable. You can"t take Morris chairs along on a pack train. You can"t take electric stoves, and you can"t boss the weather. It"s your own fault you didn"t provide yourself with proper clothes. And I"m tired of hearing you yelp."
Lounsbury tried to find some crushing remark in reply. He only sputtered.
"I can only stand so much, and then it makes me nervous," the guide went on, in a matter-of-fact tone. "I don"t care what you do when you get back to town. I just don"t want you pestering me any more with your complaints. I"ve stood a lot for Miss Tremont"s sake--she probably wouldn"t like to see anything happen to you. But just a few more little remarks like you made before lunch, and you"re apt to find yourself standing in mud up to your knees in one of these mud holes--wrong end up! And that wouldn"t be becoming at all for an American millionaire."
Lounsbury opened his mouth several times. The same number of times he shut it again. "I see," he said at last, clearly.
"Good. And here"s some clothes of mine. They"re not handsome, and they"ll not fit, but they"ll keep you dry."
He dumped the larger portion of his own waterproofs on the ground at Lounsbury"s feet.
VI
In the two days that followed, the pack train crossed the divide into Clearwater. From now on the little rivers, gathering headway as they coursed down into the ravines, flowed into the Grizzly and from thence into the great Yuga, far below. The party had crossed ridge on ridge, hill on hill that were a bewilderment to Virginia; they had gained the high places where the marmots whistled shrill and clear at the mouth of their rocky burrows and the caribou paced, white manes gleaming, in the snow; they had seen a grizzly on the far-away slide rock; they had lost their way and found it again; walked abrupt hillsides where the horses could scarcely carry their packs, descended into mysterious, still gullies, forded creeks and picked their way through treacherous marshes; and made their noon camp on the very summit of a high ridge. The snow was deeper here--nearly eighteen inches--but the gray clouds were breaking apart in the sky. Apparently the storm was over, for the time being at least.
They had trouble with slipping packs on the steep pitches of the morning"s march and made slow progress. Bill glanced at his watch with displeasure. He rushed through the noon meal and cut their usual rest short by a full half-hour.
"We"re behind schedule," he explained, "and we"ve got a bad half-day before us. I was counting on making Gray Lake cabin to-night, and we"ve got to hurry to do it."
"That is beyond Grizzly River," Lounsbury remarked.
Bill turned in some wonder. He hadn"t know that Lounsbury was so well acquainted with the topography of the region. Stranger still, the man started at his glance, flushing nervously. "I heard some one say that Gray Lake was beyond Grizzly River," he explained lamely. "By all means make it if we can."
There was no possible deduction to make from the incident, so Bill turned his thought to other matters. "It"s almost necessary--that we make it," he said. "There"s no horse feed nor decent camp site between here and there. Besides, I don"t like to put Miss Tremont up in a tent to-night. The best cabin in my whole string is at Gray Lake--a really snug little place, with a floor and a stove. Keep most of my trapping supplies there. If we can make the ford by dark, we"ll run in there easy, it"s only a mile or so over a well-run moose trail."
"And you think we"re entirely safe in going on?" the girl asked.
"As far as I can see. I"m a little bit worried about Grizzly River--I"m afraid it"s up pretty high--but I"ll try it first and see if it"s safe to ford. The snow-storm has quit--I think we"ll have nice weather in a few days. If it should begin again we could turn back and make it through before the drifts got too deep to cross--that is, if we didn"t delay. And besides, when we get across Grizzly River we"re in favorable country for your search. We can put up at the cabin a few days and make a thorough hunt for any sign of the missing man. If the weather will permit--and I believe it will--we can follow down the river to the Yuga and make inquiries of the Indians."
His words heartened the party. Even Lounsbury had begun to show some eagerness; Vosper, flinching before the hard work of the trail, was jubilant at the thought of a few days" rest. They pushed on into the snow-swept waste.
The clouds knit again overhead, but as yet the air was clear of snow.
The temperature, however, seemed steadily falling. The breath of the horses was a steam cloud; the potholes in the marsh were gray and lifeless with ice. And it seemed to Virginia that the wild things that they pa.s.sed were curiously restless and uneasy; the jays flew from tree to tree with raucous cries, the waterfowl circled endlessly over the gray lakes.
This impression grew more vivid as the hours pa.s.sed; and there was an elusive but sinister significance about it that engrossed her, but which she couldn"t name or understand. She didn"t mention the matter to Bill.
She couldn"t have told why, for the plain reason that in her simplicity she was not aware of her own virtues. A sportswoman to the last hair, she simply did not wish to depress him with her fears. There was a suspense, a strange hush and breathlessness in the air that depressed her.
The same restlessness that she observed in the wild creatures began to be noticeable in the horses. Time after time they bolted from the trail, and the efforts of all the party were needed to round them up again. Their morale--a high degree of which is as essential in a pack train as in an army--was breaking before her eyes. They seemed to have no spirit to leap the logs and battle the quagmire. They would try to encircle the hills rather than attempt to climb them.
She wondered if the animals had a sixth sense. She was a wide-awake, observing girl, and throughout the trip she had noticed instances of a forewarning instinct that she herself did not possess. On each occasion where the horses were more or less unmanageable she found, on progressing farther, some dangerous obstacle to their progress,--a steep hill or a treacherous marsh. Could it be that they were forewarned now?
Fatigue came quickly this afternoon, and by four o"clock she was longing for food and rest. She was cold, the snow had wet the sleeves and throat of her undergarments, the control of her horse had cost her much nervous strength. The next hour dragged interminably.
But they were descending now, a steep grade to the river. Twilight, like some gray-draped ghost of a shepherdess whom Apollo had wronged and who still shadowed his steps, gathered swiftly about them.
Bill urged his horse to a faster walk; tired as the animal was he responded n.o.bly. Because Virginia"s horse was likewise courageous he kept pace, and the distance widened between the two of them and the remainder of the pack train. Lounsbury"s shrill complaints and Vosper"s shouts could not urge their tired mounts to a faster gait. The shadows deepened in the tree aisles; the trail dimmed; the tree trunks faded in the growing gloom.
"We won"t be able to see our way at all in five minutes more," Virginia told herself.
Yet five minutes pa.s.sed, and then, and still the twilight lingered. The simple explanation was that her eyes gradually adjusted themselves to the soft light. And all at once the thickets divided and revealed the river.
She didn"t know why her breath suddenly caught in awe. Some way the scene before her eyes scarcely seemed real. The thickets hid the stream to the right and left, and all she could see was the stretch of gray water immediately in front. It was wide and fretful, and in the half-light someway vague and ominous. It had reached up about the trunks of some of the young spruces on the river bank, and the little trees trembled and bent, stirred by the waters; and they seemed like drowning things dumbly signaling for help. Because the farther bank was almost lost in the dusk the breadth of the stream appeared interminable.
In reality it was a full ninety yards at the shallower head of the rapids where the moose trail led down to the water.
The roar of the river had come so gradually to her ear that now she was hardly aware of it; indeed the wilderness seemed weighted with silence.