Upon the top of this he levelled his compa.s.s, and turned it until the needle, swinging freely, rested upon the north point on the dial.
Then, as before, he placed a match upon the face of the compa.s.s to form a line from the "E" to the "W" on the dial. Crouching down upon the ground Jamie sighted, as before, to a distant tree, but as he did so be became suddenly aware that the light was fading. He had been much longer than he had realized, consuming a great deal of time in examining the signs around the big rock and in taking his distances from the rock.
"This line is sure right the first time," he said. ""Twill not take me much longer, and I finds the round rock now. If I finds un I"ll be sure I"m goin" the right way, and I"ll be right handy to the cache."
Thirty-nine of Jamie"s paces brought him to the tree upon which he had taken sight, and looking a little way beyond he saw, to his great joy, a round rock.
Jamie was trembling with excitement as he ran eagerly to the rock.
This was the second direction laid down upon the paper! There could be no doubt that he was right! Everything answered the description! He would surely find the cache now! What a surprise it would be to Doctor Joe and the boys if he came walking into camp triumphantly bearing Lem Horn"s silver fox skin.
"Sixty paces south," he next read from his directions.
He placed his compa.s.s upon the top of the round rock, which rose perhaps three feet above the ground, and repeated his former method, again sighting to a convenient tree. Twilight was perceptibly thickening. At this season darkness falls early in Labrador, and now, because of a heavily clouded sky, it was following twilight quickly.
"I"ll keep at un till I finds the cache. I"ll find un before I goes back to camp whatever," he determined. ""Twill be easy enough gettin"
to camp even if "tis dark before I gets there. The brook"s handy by, and I"ll just go to un and follow un down to camp. I hope they"ll not be worryin" about me, but if they does "twill not be for long. I"ll soon be there now."
The distance from the round rock to the tree upon which he had sighted proved to be but thirty of his short paces. Here he was compelled to pile stones again upon which to build a resting-place for his compa.s.s before taking another sight. Small stones such as he could lift were not easily found, and when at length he was prepared to take the sight the gloom had grown so thick that he had difficulty in locating a tree that he judged was sufficiently far away to cover the remaining distance. Thirty more paces, however, brought him to the tree, and to his unbounded joy a lone white birch stood just beyond.
Within three paces of the birch the mysterious cache was hidden.
Here, however, the directions failed to be sufficiently explicit.
Either through oversight or purposely the bearings from the birch were omitted.
Jamie paced first to one tree and then to another; any of several trees might be the correct one. They were all thickly branched spruce trees capable of concealing the coveted cache. Jamie was puzzled, and every moment it was growing darker. He looked up into the branches of one and then another, hoping to see a bag suspended from a limb, but if a bag were there it blended so completely with the foliage that even its outlines were not revealed.
"I"ll have to climb un all," said Jamie finally, "and I"ll have to be spry about un too or "twill be fair dark before I gets to climb the last of un."
For his first effort he chose a tree three paces beyond the birch and in a line with the rock. He had no difficulty in shinning up the trunk until he reached a lower limb, and then he quite easily drew himself up.
Climbing through the thick screen of branches he looked eagerly for the coveted hidden mystery, not stopping until he was well into the tree top and had made quite certain that no cache was hidden there.
Then, as he looked up toward the sky, he felt a snowflake on his face.
"Snowin"!" he exclaimed. "I"ll have to be hurryin" now. If it snows hard Doctor Joe sure will be gettin" worried about me."
At that moment Jamie heard the breaking of a twig. He paused and listened. Presently he heard footsteps, and a moment later a man"s voice. Through the gathering darkness appeared the figures of two men, and even at that distance Jamie knew they were not Bay folk. They travelled less silently, and the tread of heavy boots is quite unlike that of moccasined feet.
Jamie crouched close to the tree trunk. He scarcely breathed. The approaching figures came directly toward the white birch.
"It"s lucky we saw them fellers first," said a gruff voice. "They"d sure suspicioned somethin" if they"d got a glim on us. They never seen us comin" over, and they"ll never find our boat where we hid her."
"If they found that there writin" you went and left in the tin can you were tellin" about, they"ve like as not follered the directions you give and found the swag," growled the other. "That won"t be very lucky for us."
"They"d never find her," a.s.sured the first speaker. "They"d have to find the rock first, and she"s a good two mile from sh.o.r.e. They"d never find her in a dog"s age. Here we be. Here"s the white birch."
"Well, where"s the tree you went and hid the stuff in?"
"Here she is." The man indicated a tree next to that in which Jamie was perched. "Here, take my leg and gimme a boost. I"ll go up and get it."
Jamie scarcely dared breathe. He could see one of the men make a stirrup of his hands, and the other man step into it and swing into the tree. Up he climbed to a point directly opposite Jamie, and so near Jamie could hear him breathe.
"Got her, Bill?" asked the man below.
"You bet I got her! She"s here all right, just like I said she"d be,"
answered the man in the tree.
Jamie"s heart sank. After all his hopes and efforts he became suddenly aware that he could not return to camp triumphantly bearing Lem Horn"s silver fox pelt as he had pictured himself doing. Lem would never get the pelt again. Every one in the Bay would go on believing that Indian Jake had shot Lem and stolen the pelt. And he had been so near setting all this right!
It never entered his head that the cache could contain anything else than the pelt. Because he wished Indian Jake to be innocent of the crime, he had come to believe that he _was_ innocent, even though Indian Jake himself had not denied having the stolen property in his possession, and everybody, save only himself and David and Andy, believed Indian Jake had it.
"Here she be safe and sound and as good as ever," said the man as he dropped from the lower limb of the tree to the ground. "Let"s open her up and have a drink, Hank."
"I"ll go you, Bill. My throat feels as long as a camel"s and as dry as a snake"s back."
Jamie could see the man called Bill stooping over the small bag to untie it, and presently draw forth a bottle.
"Here she be, and the other three bottles too," said Bill. "You open her up, Hank, while I see if the roll is there and the other stuff."
Bill ran his arm in the bag.
"Yes, it"s all right," he a.s.sured. "I guess the Captain didn"t miss the money before the ship sailed, and there ain"t any way of his gettin" word in to the boss about it now before next spring. We"re safe enough to take it back and make our divvy. There won"t be any search made for it now."
"Naw, we"re safe enough now." Hank tipped the bottle to his lips, and handed it to Bill. "The boss ain"t missed his liquor neither, and there won"t be any to miss pretty soon the way you"re pulin" at it."
"I don"t know"s I took any more"n you did," said Bill petulantly, corking the bottle and returning it to the bag. "It was a good move to play safe anyhow and hide the swag until we made sure the boss wouldn"t go searching through our stuff for it. I don"t know"s he"d suspicion us any more"n the rest of the crew, but he"d search everybody"s stuff if the Captain had give him a tip."
"You bet he would!" agreed Hank. "We just played in luck right through. They won"t blame us for that other job, will they? They ain"t likely to go makin" a search for that, be they?"
"Naw!" said Bill. "That other feller, whatever his name is, has got "em on his trail for that. We ain"t in it. They"ll never suspicion us for that. We made a slick job of that."
"Well, let"s beat it back," said Hank. "It"s snowin" and it"s goin" to snow hard. The sooner we gets back to camp the better we"ll be off."
Bill swung the bag over his shoulder, when suddenly he stopped and exclaimed:
"What"s that?"
Jimmy had sneezed, and again he sneezed.
"Some sneak in that there tree!" and Bill with an oath dropped his bag and seized his rifle, which he had leaned against the tree in which Jimmy was perched. "I"ll put a bullet up there! That"ll settle that feller, whoever he is!"
CHAPTER XIV
THE TWO DESPERADOS
"Don"t shoot, sir! It"s just me!" Jamie piped in terror from the tree.