His little subterfuge8 acted like a tonic9 to his exhausted10 nerves and weary body. He was having some fun. His success so far and the need of haste were exhilarating. He hurried along through the cool, murmuring, enveloping11 water, feeling indeed that this little Rocky Mountain brook12 was his friend. There were no telltale footprints now for the grim, invincible13 outlaw14 to follow; he had cut his trail. He liked that expression cut his trail. It was every bit as good as the coyote stunt15. . . .
Soon the rocks began enclosing him, and the brook flowed swiftly and noisily. He could feel the swish of the oncoming water against his ankles. In a few moments he was bucking16 a tiny waterfall, and it was hard for him to lift himself up over the mossy, slippery rocks. But he kept in the stream; nothing could have tempted17 him out of its protection.
IN A FEW MINUTES HE WAS BUCKING A TINY WATERFALL.
He was climbing up where he and his two companions had climbed late that afternoon, except that he was in the water. He knew the spot well enough, even in the dark. It seemed an age since he had seen his friends. His return was almost like going home to Bridgeboro. If he could only know they were there! Suppose they had gone searching for him on the hill!
At this appalling18 thought he paused and listened, fearful of hearing a pistol shot in the darkness. But all he could hear was the rippling19 water merrily covering his tracks. What he did not realize was that he was confusing actual time with the strain he had been under. He had lived a whole lifetime in less than an hour, and he seemed to have been absent from his comrades for days.
Soon the narrow way he had been climbing spread into the cleft20, with the slope on one side, the precipitous wall on the other, and the little area of shore on either side of the stream. The place looked different in the darkness, but he knew it.
“Warde—Ed—are you here?” he scarce more than whispered.
There was no answer.
“Where are you, anyway?” Westy asked, emboldened21 by his fright to speak louder.
There was no answer.
He knew not what to do now; he dared not leave the water to investigate and he could see little in the dense22 darkness. He peered about trying to penetrate23 the night with his eyes. Thus he was able to distinguish something, he knew not what, on the shore not far distant. He spoke24 again in a hoarse25 whisper and listened. Only the cheery little brook answered him. He thought the something, whatever it was, had not been there before.
Well, if it was a rock he would soon know. He picked a pebble26 out of the brook and threw it at the uncertain, intangible mass. It made no sound. He picked up a larger one and threw it and was rewarded by an unpretentious and complaining grunt27.
Thus, encouraged and greatly relieved, he selected his third missile with a view to immediate28 and emphatic29 results.
“Wasmatanyway,” he heard in the darkness, accompanied by an unmistakable stirring.
Westy’s first impulse was to be angry but he realized at once that the slumber30 of his friends had probably saved all their lives. He realized too, as he had not realized when he left them, how dog-tired they all had been.
“Who’s—wass—there?” stammered31 Warde, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. “I bes a grizzly32, wake up, Ed, you ole——”
“Shut up,” said Westy. “Wake up and stand up quick and do what I tell you. Stand up and don’t move. We’re in danger! Stand up and don’t move, do you hear? Shake Ed and make him stand up—and stand just where you are. Hear?”
Fortunately Warde was in that compliant33 mood induced by half sleep. He shook Ed and soon both of them were on their feet.
“Now do what I tell you, quick,” said Westy. “For goodness’ sake grab hold of Ed so he don’t topple over again. Do you hear me—do you understand? Get awake and do—stand where you are, can’t you—now listen, both of you. Do you want to see Yellowstone Park or do you want to be trailed and shot?”
“J’get any frankfurters?” asked Ed, emerging into consciousness. “I remind myself (yawn) of the (yawn) of the sleeping sickness, I’m so dopey. You back, Westy, old boy? Glasseeyer.”
“I’d be mad at you only maybe you saved my life,” said Westy. “I suppose I have to be grateful.”
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