"Is it morning?" she asked.
"Just about," he replied, stretching like a cat.
The dawn came gloriously. The sun in far-splashing splendor slanted from peak to peak, painting purple shadows on the snow and warming the boles of the tall trees till they shone like fretted gold. The jays cried out as if in exultation of the ending of the tempest, and the small stream sang over its icy pebbles with resolute cheer. It was a land to fill a poet with awe and ecstatic praise--a radiant, imperial, and merciless landscape. Trackless, almost soundless, the mountain world lay waiting for the alchemy of the sun.
VI
The morning was well advanced when a far, faint halloo broke through the silence of the valley. The ranger stood like a statue, while Peggy cried out:
"It"s one of our men!"
Alice turned to the outlaw with anxious face. "If it"s the sheriff stay in here with me. Let me plead for you. I want him to know what you"ve done for us."
The look that came upon his face turned her cold with fear. "If it is the sheriff--" He did not finish, but she understood.
The halloo sounded nearer and the outlaw"s face lightened. "It"s one of your party. He is coming up from below."
Impatiently they waited for the new-comer to appear, and though he seemed to draw nearer at every shout, his progress was very slow. At last the man appeared on the opposite bank of the stream. He was covered with snow and stumbling along like a man half dead with hunger and fatigue.
"Why, it"s Gage!" exclaimed Peggy.
It was indeed the old hunter, and as he drew near his gaunt and bloodless face was like that of a starved and hunted animal. His first word was an anxious inquiry, "How are ye?"
"All well," Peggy answered.
"And the crippled girl?"
"Doing nicely. Thanks to Mr. Smith here, we did not freeze. Are you hungry?"
The guide looked upon the outlaw with glazed, protruding eyes. "Hungry?
I"m done. I"ve been wallerin" in the snow all night and I"m just about all in."
"Where are the others?" called Alice from her bed.
Gage staggered to the door. "They"re up at timber-line. I left them day before yesterday. I tried to get here, but I lost my bearin"s and got on the wrong side o" the creek. "Pears like I kept on the wrong side o" the hogback. Then my horse gave out, and that set me afoot. I was plum scared to death about you folks. I sure was."
Peggy put some food before him and ordered him into silence. "Talk later," she said.
The outlaw turned to Alice. "That explains it. Your Professor Ward trusted to this man to take care of you and stayed in camp. You can"t blame him."
Gage seemed to have suddenly become old, almost childish. "I never was lost before," he muttered, sadly. "I reckon something must have went wrong in my head. "Pears like I"m gettin" old and foolish."
Alice exchanged glances with the outlaw. It was plain that he was in no danger from this dazed and weakened old man who could think of nothing but the loss of his sense of direction.
As the day advanced the sun burned clear. At noon it was warm enough to leave the door open, and Alice, catching glimpses of the flaming world of silver and purple and gold, was filled with a desire to quit her dark corner.
"I"m going to get up!" she exclaimed. "I won"t lie here any longer."
"Don"t try it!" protested Peggy.
"I"m going to do it!" she insisted. "I can hobble to the door if you help me."
"I"ll carry you," said the outlaw. "Wrap her up and I"ll get her a seat."
And so, while Mrs. Adams wrapped her patient in a blanket, the outlaw dragged one of the rough, ax-hewn benches to the door and covered it with blankets. He put a stone to heat and then re-entered just as Alice, supported by Peggy, was setting foot to the floor. Swiftly, unhesitating, and very tenderly he put his arms about her and lifted her to the bench in the doorway before the fire.
It was so sweet to feel that wondrous body in his arms. His daring to do it surprised her, but her own silent acquiescence, and the shiver of pleasure which came with the embarra.s.sment of it, confused and troubled her.
"That"s better," he said as he dropped to the ground and drew the blankets close about her feet. "I"ll have a hot stone for you in a minute."
He went about these ministrations with an inward ecstasy which shone in his eyes and trembled in his voice. But as she furtively studied his face and observed the tremor of his hands in tender ministration she lost all fear of him.
After three days in her dark corner of the hut the sunshine was wondrously inspiring to the girl, although the landscape on which she gazed was white and wild as December. It was incredible that only a few hours lay between the flower-strewn valley of her accident and this silent and desolate, yet beautiful, wilderness of snow. And so, as she looked into the eyes of the outlaw, it seemed as though she had known him from spring to winter, and her wish to help him grew with every hour of their acquaintanceship.
She planned his defense before Ward and Adams. "When they know how kind and helpful he has been they can but condone his one rash deed," she argued in conclusion.
He was sitting at her feet, careless of time, the law, content with her nearness, and mindful only of her comfort, when a distant rifle-shot brought him to his feet with the swiftness of the startled stag.
"That"s your expedition," he said, "or some one who needs help."
Again the shots rang out, _one_, _two_, _three_--_one_, _two_, _three_.
"It"s a signal! It"s your party!"
Peggy uttered a cry of joy and rushed outside, but Alice turned an unquiet gaze on the outlaw. "You"d better fly!"
"What is the use?" he answered, bitterly. "The snow is so deep there is no show to cross the range, and my horse is weak and hungry."
Gage appeared at the door. "Lemme take your gun, stranger; I want to answer the signal."
"Where"s your own?"
"I left it on my horse," the old man answered, sheepishly.
The young fellow looked at Alice with a keen glitter in his eyes. "I"ll make answer myself," he said; "I"m very particular about my barkers."
Alice, as she heard his revolver"s answering word leap into the silent air and bound and rebound along the cliffs, was filled with a sudden fear that the sheriff might be guided back by the sound--and this indeed the fugitive himself remarked as he came back to his seat beside her.
"If he"s anywhere on this side of the divide he"ll sure come back. But I"ve done my best. The Lord G.o.d Almighty has dropped the snow down here and shut me in with you, and I"m not complaining."
There was no answer to be made to this fatalism of utterance, and none to the worship of his eyes.
"Lift me up!" commanded Alice; "I want to look out and see if I can see anybody."
The outlaw took her in his arms, supporting her in the threshold in order that she might see over the vast sea of white. But no human being was to be seen.
"Take me back--inside," Alice said to the man who had her in his arms.
"I feel cold here."