"Give me that silver fox!" Eli"s anger had mastered his surprise.
"I won"t give un to you, but don"t be mad, Eli," Indian Jake grinned in vast enjoyment.
"You stole un!" Eli burst out. "And you were thinkin" to do murder!"
"Did I now?"
"You did!"
Indian Jake did not deign to deny or confess. Eli, at his command, returned to camp. Indian Jake handed him the tea-kettle.
"Fill un at the river," he directed.
While Eli obeyed silently and sullenly, Indian Jake lighted a fire, and when Eli returned put the kettle on. Then he brought forth his frying-pan, filled it with sliced venison, and as he placed it over the fire, remarked:
"Knocked a buck down this mornin"."
Eli said nothing. The odour of frying venison was pleasant. Eli was hungry, and when the venison was fried and tea made, he swallowed his pride and silently accepted Indian Jake"s invitation to eat.
When they had finished, Indian Jake cut a large joint of venison, and presented it to Eli with his empty rifle, remarking as he did so:
"The deer"s meat"s a surprise. I like to surprise folks. Taste good goin" home. I"ll keep the ca"tridges. You might hurt somebody if you had un. You"ll get quite a piece down before you camp to-night."
"Were you takin" that silver?" asked Eli, changing his accusation to a question.
"Maybe I were and maybe I weren"t," Indian Jake grinned. ""Twouldn"t do me any good to tell you if I had un, and if I told you I didn"t have un you wouldn"t believe me. Maybe I"ve got un. You better be goin". I"d ask you to stay, Eli, and I"d like to have you, but you don"t like me and you"d better go on."
"I don"t want the deer"s meat," said Eli in sullen resentment.
"You ain"t got any ca"tridges, and you can"t shoot any fresh meat,"
insisted Indian Jake, adding with a grin: "She"ll go good. Take un along, I got plenty. It"s just a little surprise present for you bein"
so kind as not to shoot me."
Eli, doubtless deciding that he had better take what he could get, though a bit of venison was small compensation for a silver fox, accepted the meat. Indian Jake accompanied him to the boat, and as he dropped down the river he could see Indian Jake still on the bank watching him until he turned a bend.
Without cartridges for his rifle, Eli felt himself as helpless as a wolf without teeth or a cat without claws. He was subdued and humbled.
He had had Indian Jake completely in his power, and through delay in taking prompt advantage of his position, had permitted the half-breed to capture and disarm him.
The thought increased his anger toward Indian Jake. He had no doubt the man had the silver fox in his possession. If there had been any doubt in the first instance that Indian Jake was guilty, and Eli had never admitted that there was doubt, he was now entirely satisfied of the half-breed"s guilt. Indian Jake, indeed, had quite boldly stated that he "might" have it, and Eli accepted this as an admission that he _did_ have it.
"There"ll be no use getting more ca"tridges and goin" back," Eli mused. "He"s had a warnin" and he"ll not bide in that camp another day. He"ll flee the country."
Then Eli"s thoughts turned to his old father and mother.
"The silver"s gone, and it leaves Pop and Mother in a bad way," he mused. "They"ve been fondlin" that skin half the winter. Pop"s had un out a hundred times to see how fine and black "twere, and shook un out to see how thick and deep the fur is. And they been countin" and countin" on the things they"d be gettin" and needs, and can"t get now she"s gone. And they been countin" on the money they"d have to lay by for their feeble days when they needs un. They"ll never get over mournin" the loss of un. "Twere worth a fortune, and Pop"ll never cotch another. He were hopin" and hopin" every year as long as I remembers to cotch a silver, and none ever comes to his traps till this un comes. And now she"s gone!"
Perhaps had the silver fox skin been Eli"s own, and perhaps had his father and mother not built so many hopes and laid so many plans upon the little fortune it was to have brought them, Eli would never have ventured to the verge of murder to recover it. Even now, with all his regrets, he thanked G.o.d from the bottom of his heart that he had not killed Indian Jake and stained his hands with blood.
""Twere the mercy of G.o.d sent the bullet abroad," said he reverently.
"Indian Jake"s a thief and he deserves to be killed, but if I"d killed he I"d never rested an easy hour again while I lives. But I might o"
clipped his trigger hand, whatever," he thought with regret. "I can clip off the head of a pa"tridge every time, and I might have clipped his hand, and got the skin and took he back for Doctor Joe to fix up."
Three days later Eli pulled his boat wearily into The Jug. The boys had returned, and with Thomas they met him on the jetty.
"Did you find Injun Jake?" Thomas asked anxiously.
"Aye," said Eli, "he were there."
Eli volunteered no further details for a moment. Then he added:
"I didn"t kill he, thank the Lord, but he"s got the silver. He said he had un, and he took my ca"tridges away from me."
"Said he had un? Now, that"s strange--wonderful strange. Come in, Eli, supper"s ready," Thomas invited, manifestly relieved that Eli had not succeeded in accomplishing his rash purpose. "You"ll bide the night with us, and while you eats tell us about un, and the lads"ll tell what were happenin" to they."
Margaret was setting the table. She greeted Eli cordially, and arranged a plate for him while he washed at the basin behind the stove.
"Come," invited Thomas, "set in. We"ve got a wonderful treat."
"What be that, now?" asked Eli as Margaret placed a dish of steaming, mealy boiled potatoes upon the table.
"Potaters," Thomas announced grandly. "Doctor Joe brings un on the mail boat from where he"s been, and onions too. Margaret, peel some onions and set un on for Eli. They"s fine just as they is without cookin"."
The onions came, and when thanks had been offered Eli tasted his first potato.
"They is fine, now! Wonderful fine eatin"," he declared.
"Try an onion, now. They"s fine, too," Thomas urged.
Eli took an onion.
"She has a strange smell," he observed before biting into it.
Eli took a liberal mouthful of the onion. He began to chew it. A strained look spread over his face. Tears filled his eyes. But Eli was brave, and he never flinched.
""Tis fine, I like un wonderful fine," Eli volunteered presently, adding, "if she didn"t burn so bad."
"Take just a bit at a time," advised Thomas, laughing heartily, "and eat un with bread or potaters and you won"t notice the burn of un."
Presently Eli told of his experiences with Indian Jake, and Andy told of the tracks he had seen under the window, and all of the boys told of what had happened on the island, the theft of the boat, the tracks of the nailed boots and the discovery of the boat at Fort Pelican.
Then Eli made an announcement that again laid the burden of suspicion more strongly than ever upon Indian Jake.
"I were workin" at the lumber camps a week this summer helpin" they out," said Eli. "Whilst I were there Indian Jake comes and trades a pair of skin boots with one of the lumber men for a pair of their boots, the kind with nails in un. He the same as says he has the fur, and "twere he took un."
"Injun Jake wears skin boots when he come to our camp on Flat P"int,"
said David.
"Aye, "tis likely," admitted Eli. "He"d be wearin" skin boots in the canoe, whatever. The nailed boots would be hard on the canoe. He uses the nailed boots trampin" about, but he"d change un when he travels in his canoe."