She went on.
"After, I guess I"d be yearning for the big wood stove, and a rocker, with elegant cushions, and the sort of food you can"t cook over a camp-fire."
Kars shook his head.
"Maybe you"d fancy feeling those things were behind you on the day your joints began aching, and your breath gets as short as a locomotive on an up grade. When the blood"s running hot there"s things on the trail get right into it. Maybe it"s because of the things they set into a man when he first stubbed his toes kicking against this old earth; when they told him he"d need to git busy fixing himself a stone club a size bigger than the other feller"s; and that if he didn"t use it quicker, and harder, he"d likely get his head dinged so his brain box wouldn"t work right and he wouldn"t be able to rec"nize the coyotes when they came along to pick his bones clean. You can"t explain a thing of the craziness in men"s blood when they come up with the Nature they belong to. It"s the thing that sets lambs skipping foolish on legs that don"t ever look like getting sense. It"s the same sets a kiddie dancing along a sidewalk coming out of the schoolhouse, and falling into dumps and getting its bow-tie mussed. It"s the same sets a boy actin"
foolish when a gal"s sorrel top turns his way, even when she"s all legs and sa.s.s. It"s the same sets folks crazy to risk their lives on hilltops that a chamois "ud hate to inspect. Guess it"s a sort o"
thanks offerin" to Providence it didn"t see fit setting us crawling around without feet or hands, same as slugs and things that worry folks" cabbige patches. I allow I can"t figger it else."
"You needn"t to," Jessie declared, with a happy laugh. "Guess I know it all--now." Then her eyes sobered. "But I--I wish you"d cut Bell River right out."
"Just don"t you worry a thing, little Jessie," Kars said, with prompt earnestness. He had no wish to distress her. "Bell River can"t hand me anything I don"t know. Anyway I"d need to thank it if it could.
And when I get back maybe you won"t need to lie awake o" nights guessing a coyote"s howl is the whoop of a neche yearning for your scalp. h.e.l.lo!"
Their wanderings had brought them to a break in the willows where the broad flow of the river came into full view, and the overhang of glacial ice thrust out on the top of the precipitous bank beyond. But it was none of this that had elicited the man"s e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n, or had caused his abrupt halt, and sobered the smile in his keen eyes.
It was a pair of canoes moored close in to the bank. Two powerful canoes, which were larger and better built than those of trading Indians. Then there were two neches squatting on the bank crouching over a small fire smoking their red clay pipes in silent contemplation.
Jessie recognized the neches at a glance.
"Why, Murray must be back or----"
Kars turned abruptly.
"They"re Murray"s? Say----" He glanced up at the hill which stood over them. A well-beaten path led up through the pine woods.
Jessie understood the drift of his thought.
"That"s a short way to the Fort," she said. "I wonder why he landed here. He doesn"t generally."
But the man had no speculation to offer.
"We best get his news," he said indicating the path.
The moments of Jessie"s delight had been swallowed up in the significance of Murray"s return. She agreed eagerly. And her eagerness displayed the nearness to her heart of the terror of the marauding Indians.
John Kars led the way up the woodland path. It was the same path over which the two trading Indians had reached the Fort on the night of his arrival from Bell River. As he went he pondered the reason of the trader"s avoidance of the usual landing.
Jessie watched his vigorous movements and found difficulty in keeping pace with him. She saw in his hurry the interest he had in the affairs of Bell River. She read in him something like confirmation of her own fears. So she labored on in his wake without protest.
Later, when they broke from the cover of the woods, she drew abreast of him. She was breathing hard, and Kars became aware of the pace at which he had come. In a moment he was all contrition.
"Say, little Jessie," he cried, in his kindly fashion, "I"m real sorry." Then he smiled as he slackened his gait. "It"s my fool legs; they"re worse than some tongues for getting away with me. We"ll take it easy."
But the girl refused to become a hindrance, and urged him on. Her own desire was no less than his.
The frowning palisade of the old Fort was above them. It stood out staunch against the sky, yet not without some suggestion of the sinister. And for the first time in her years of a.s.sociation with it Jessie became aware of the impression.
The old blackened walls frowned down severely. They looked like the prison walls enclosing ages of secret doings which were never permitted the clear light of day. They suggested something of the picture conjured by the many fantastic folk stories which she had read in Father Jose"s library. The ogres and giants. The decoy of beautiful girls luring their lovers to destruction within the walls of some dreadful monster"s castle.
They pa.s.sed in through the great gateway, with its ma.s.sive doors flung wide to the trade of the river. And they sought Murray"s office.
There they found Mrs. Mowbray and Alec. Murray, too, was at his desk.
On their entrance they were greeted at once by the mother. Her eyes were smiling and full of confidence. She looked into John Kars" face, and he read her news even before she spoke.
"The country"s clear of them," she cried, and her relief and delight rang in every tone.
Jessie went at once to her side. But Kars turned to the squat figure which filled its chair to overflowing. His steady eyes regarded the smiling features of the trader.
"Did it come to a sc.r.a.p?" he inquired easily.
Murray shook his head. His dark eyes were no less direct than the other"s.
"Guess there were too many in my outfit," he said with a shrug. "It was a bunch of neches I"d have thought your outfit could have--eaten.
A poor lot--sure."
He finished up with a deliberate laugh, and his intention was obvious.
Kars understood, and did not display the least resentment.
"I"m glad," he said seriously. "Real glad." Then he added: "I didn"t guess you"d have a heap of trouble."
He turned to the women. And his att.i.tude left the trader"s purpose mean and small.
"Murray"s got us all beaten anyhow," he said easily. "We think we"re wise. We think we know it all. But we don"t. Anyway I"m glad the danger"s fixed. I guess it"ll leave me free to quit for the outside right away."
Then he turned to Murray, and their eyes met, and held, and only the two men knew, and understood, the challenge which lay behind.
"Guess I can make Leaping Horse before the rivers freeze. But I"m getting back here with the thaw. I allow next year I"m taking no sort of chance. This hole in my neck," he went on, indicating the bandage about his throat, "has taught me a lot I didn"t know before. The outfit I get around with next year will be big enough to eat up any proposition Bell River can hand me."
CHAPTER XVII
A NIGHT IN LEAPING HORSE
Leaping Horse was a beacon which reflected its ruddy light upon the night sky, a sign, a lure to the yearning hearts at distant points, toiling for the wage with which to pay for sharing in its wild excesses. It was the Gorgon of the northland, alluring, destructive, irresistible. It was a temple dedicated to the worship of the G.o.ds of the Wilderness. Light, luxury and vice. Such was the summing up of Dr. Bill, and the few who paused in the mad riot for a moment"s sober thought. Furthermore Dr. Bill"s estimate of the blatant gold city was by no means a self-righteous belief. He had known the place from its birth. He had treated its every ailment at the height of its burning youth. Now, in its maturity, it fell to him to learn much of the inner secrets of its accruing mental disease. He hated it and loved it, almost one and the same emotion. He cried aloud its shame to listening ears. In secret he wept over its iniquities, with all the pity of a warm-hearted man gazing upon a wanton.
But Leaping Horse was indifferent. It spread its shabby tendrils over hundreds of acres of territory, feeding its wanton heart upon the squalor which gathered about its fringe as well as upon the substance of those upon whom it had showered its fortune.
At night its one main street radiated a light and life such as could be found in no city in the world. The wide, unpaved thoroughfare, with its shabby sidewalks buried to a depth of many feet of snow in winter, and mud in the early open season, gave no indication of the tide of wealth which flowed in this main artery. Only at night, when a merciful dark strove to conceal, did the glittering tide light up.
Then indeed the hideous blatancy of the city"s life flared out in all its painful vulgarity.
In the heart of the Main Street the Elysian Fields Hotel, and theatre, and dance hall stood out a glittering star of the first magnitude, dimming the lesser constellations with which it was surrounded. A hundred arc lamps flung out their challenge to all roysterers and vice-seeking souls. Thousands of small globular lights, like ropes of luminous pearls, outlined its angles, its windows, its cornices, its copings. All its white and gold shoddy was rendered almost magnificent in the night. Only in the light of day was its true worth made apparent. But who, in Leaping Horse, wanted the day? No one. Leaping Horse was the northern Mecca of the night pleasure seeker.
The buildings adjacent basked in its radiance. Their own eyes were almost blinded. Their mixed forms were painfully revealed. Frame hutches, split log cabins rubbed shoulders with buildings of steel frame and stone fronts. Thousand dollar apartments gazed disdainfully down upon hovels scarcely fit to shelter swine. Their noses were proudly lifted high above the fetid atmosphere which rose from the offal-laden causeway below. They had no heed for that breeding ground of the germs of every disease known to the human body.