He sat down and shut his eyes, but things did not right themselves. The sun dipped below the trees. He was afraid to start in any direction, and he thought he might as well spend the night where he was. Indeed, he felt too weak and empty to go farther without eating.
He gnawed3 the bones of his rabbit without satisfying his appetite. The idea of eating raw meat did not seem so repulsive4 to him now, and he stole hungrily into the darkening woods. A pair of feeding grouse5 whirred up and alighted together in a tree. It was an easy shot, but his hands trembled. He missed, and almost wept with disappointment. Ten minutes later, however, he had better luck, and he bagged a hare, tearing the body badly with the bullet.
He skinned and dressed it hastily, and chewed strips of the raw flesh. It tasted almost delicious, but half an hour afterward6 he grew deathly sick and vomited7. The fit passed, leaving him weak and worn out, and too miserable8 to care whether he was lost or not.
He had not energy enough to look for a better place for the night, nor to pull twigs9 for a bed. He lay down and drew himself together as well as he could under his heavy jacket, slept a little, awoke shivering a dozen times, and at last wearily saw the dawn breaking. There was white frost on the earth.
The night, however, had restored his normal sense of direction. It seemed right that the sun should rise where it did, and the light and warmth brought a little comfort. He ventured to chew a little more of the raw meat and this time felt no evil effects. Thinking over the situation, he came to the conclusion that this could not be the Fish River. He would not follow it but would strike due west in the hope of running into some settlement or camp.
So he started again across the woods. The ground grew more broken and rocky. Creeks10 flowed down rocky gullies; almost impassable swamps alternated with boulder-strewn hillsides. Once he came upon the “discovery-post” of an ancient mining claim. What mineral had been sought he did not know, but a great pit had been dug, the grave of somebody’s hopes, long since deserted11, and showing no trace of recent life.
Half a dozen times during that forenoon he dropped to rest, quite worn out. Noon did not mean dinner-time. His sickness had not recurred12, but he was afraid to eat much of his uncooked hare, and only chewed morsels13 as he stumbled along. So far as shooting any more game was concerned, luck seemed still against him, and he did not greatly care.
The sun wheeled from his shoulder to straight ahead, and began to sink. He almost lost expectation of getting anywhere at all. Roswick and the mining-camp seemed a myth. There seemed to be nothing in the whole world but the endless miles of spruce and jack-pine, swamp and rock, which he kept doggedly14 struggling through.
He was too wearied even to keep up his anger against McLeod, or to think with any interest of the timber treasure. It was all a dulled memory. It was only the force of a past determination that kept driving him ahead.
The sun went down almost without his noticing it, until the woods began to grow dark. He threw himself recklessly on the ground where he happened to be. Probably he could survive that night, but he felt sure that another one would be his last. But he was so bone-weary that he slept with merciful soundness, hardly even disturbed by the cold, till he awoke to find the earth once more powdered with the frost.
He arose stiffly, feeling rheumatic twinges, and plodded15 forward once more. The weight of the light rifle was growing intolerable. He was mortally afraid lest he should begin to walk in the deadly circle of lost men, and he kept one eye on the sun. His mind was so confused that its changing position disconcerted him sadly.
Then all at once a sound electrified16 him—a crashing through the undergrowth not many rods ahead. It sounded as if several men were going through at a run. Tom made a staggering rush forward, shouting loudly. In five minutes he heard running water, and then broke out upon the shore of a small river. On the shore opposite him he saw the marks of many heavy boots, but no one was in sight.
Again and again he shouted, but no one answered. He could only guess that a party of hunters had gone past after a deer or a bear. Shaking with exhaustion17 and excitement, he sat down on a rock to listen and wait.
After he had waited half an hour a boat shot up the stream, poled rapidly by four roughly dressed white men. They ran the boat ashore18 close to him, pitched out a collection of picks, shovels19, and dunnage, and were about to rush away when Tom arose and shouted to them.
They turned and stared, spoke20 together hastily, and seemed about to go on. But Tom’s forlorn appearance must have struck them, for one of the men came forward hurriedly.
“We’re in a hurry. Are you in on the rush? Why, what’s the matter?”
“The rush?” said Tom dizzily. “I—I don’t know. I’ve been on the trail—lost. Can you give me something to eat?”
The man stared, darted21 back to his outfit22, and returned in a moment with a large lump of bread and a slice of meat.
“Here,” he said. “Eat this. We can’t stop. There’s a big gold discovery in the next township, and everybody’s on the dead run for it. Stop here, and you’ll see lots of fellows pass. You’re all right now. Want anything else? Well, so long!”
And the prospecting23 party rushed into the woods, leaving Tom ravenously24 devouring25 the food. It gave him new life. When he had eaten it he lay back and rested luxuriously26, feeling sleepy. He was near the mining-camps at last, and hope flowed back into him.
Within ten minutes another bateau came up and landed a little below him, and its crew vanished in the woods without noticing him. Close behind that boat came another, its occupants singing and shouting in French, as if on a lark27.
Tom got up and went down the shore, where the boats seemed to land. But it was nearly an hour before he saw another party. Then two men came by in a canoe, paddling fast, scarcely giving a glance to the boy on the shore. They were almost past when Tom saw clearly the face of the man in the stern, and he gasped28 as if he had been hit by a bullet.
“Dave!” he exclaimed.
He was not heard. He shouted again, and fired his rifle in the air.
“Dave Jackson! Cousin Dave!” he yelled.
The men glanced curiously29 back, but the canoe did not stop, and it disappeared around a bend in the stream. But Tom, electrified with surprise and anxiety, rushed after it. Rounding the bend, he saw it far up the river, driving hard ahead with all the force of two strong paddlers, who were evidently determined30 not to stop for anything.
The ground along the shore was rough and tangled31, and he could not pause to pick his way. He tripped and fell, blundering into thickets32 and morasses33, struggling on, almost weeping at the thought of failure at the last inch.
He would certainly have failed; he could have never have overtaken the paddlers, but the canoe ran suddenly inshore. The men hastily unloaded her, shouldered the packs and the canoe itself, and started into the woods. Evidently they planned to portage to some other waterway.
Tom reached the spot of debarkation34 a few minutes after they had left it. He struck off on their well-marked trail, and, as they were bent35 double under their loads, he had no difficulty now in overtaking them. Dave Jackson was carrying the canoe, and he stared from under the inverted36 gunwale in utter astonishment37 when Tom breathlessly hailed him.
“Tom!” he exclaimed. “It isn’t possible. What in the world are you doing up here? Surely that wasn’t you who yelled at us from the shore?”
“Thank goodness, I’ve come up with you, Dave!” Tom gasped, almost dropping where he stood. “Hold on! Put down that canoe. I’ve been on the trail for days—got robbed—almost starved—trying to find you.”
Then he did drop, dizzily collapsing38 on a log. Dave set down the canoe, but his partner, a big, bearded prospector39, growled40 impatiently.
“Got no time to stop, Jackson. All them fellows’ll get in ahead of us. If that young chap wants to talk to you, let him come along too.”
“I can’t go another inch,” Tom protested. “And you’ve got to come back with me, Dave. It’s awfully41 important. I’ve come from Coboconk Lake—your old homestead.”
Dave uttered an exclamation42 of surprise.
“My old hay farm? You don’t say! Then you’ve been at father’s farm. Bet they were glad to see you. Did they tell you I was up this way?”
Tom stared bewildered.
“No, there wasn’t anybody there. The place was burned out. I thought you’d all abandoned it. But never mind that. Dave, I’ve found the lost walnut43 raft.”
“You’re joking!” his cousin ejaculated.
“Not a bit of it. I saw the timber. It’s ashore now—part of it anyway. It’s on your land, and you’ve got to come back to claim it.”
“Gracious, what luck!” Dave exclaimed. “I’d looked, off and on, all around that lake for signs of the old raft, but I never thought of poking45 into that swamp at the narrows. But you’re all wrong, Tom. That isn’t my land. I didn’t even have the land where I put up the old barn. It was just a hay-making place. I homesteaded a hundred acres back where you saw the burned shack46, but when the shack burned I let it go.”
“I should say not!” Dave laughed. “Was that what you thought? You must have thought we were a pretty shiftless lot. I guess your guides didn’t know where we really lived. Our ranch48 is west of the river. You leave it before you come to the lake. There’s a trail cut, that you ought to have seen. We’ve got a good farm there, sixty acres planted, house, barns, live stock, and all the rest. It’s about twelve miles from my old shack.”
“You don’t mean to say Uncle Phil was living only twelve miles from me all the time?” cried Tom. “Why, at Oakley they said they hadn’t seen any of you all winter.”
“Likely not. I’ve been up here in the camps, and we don’t get our mail and things at Oakley any more. There’s a new post-office and store eight miles nearer, started last summer.”
“But what about the walnut? Haven’t we any rights in it at all?” asked Tom, in despair.
“I’m afraid not,” said his cousin, after some thought. “But then, neither has your man down there who’s trying to get it. He evidently thinks I own that land. McLeod squatted49 there for a while before my time. But he never homesteaded any of it. He wasn’t a farmer. No, the only person who can claim that raft, it seems to me, is the Daniel Wilson Lumber50 Company, that cut it—or its heirs or assigns, if it has any. If it hasn’t, I expect the government’ll claim it.”
Tom groaned51. He had never anticipated such a flatly crushing conclusion to the expedition that had almost cost him his life.
“I’d go to the land agent in Oakley and make a claim,” Dave went on. “Maybe you can homestead that land where the raft lies. You’re not old enough? Put it in my name. Go and see father and see what he says.”
“But you’ll come back with me, Dave?” said Tom. “It’s a matter of maybe fifty thousand dollars.”
“If we get it. But I don’t honestly think there’s a chance. I’ve got a better thing up here. With a little luck, I’ll make my everlasting52 fortune. The samples of free-milling ore out of this new field are something wonderful. It’s better shot than any timber—that doesn’t belong to us anyway. Better come along with me, and we’ll make a big strike together.”
Tom shook his head. He did not have the gold-fever, and he could not relinquish53 hopes of the walnut timber that he had suffered so much to secure. There was a loud crashing of brush in the distance. Another party of gold hunters was on the trail.
“All right—in a second. Look here, Tom, we can’t stop. Your best plan is to go back there and try to stand Harrison and McLeod off till you find out definitely what’s right. They can’t claim the raft any more than you can—unless,” he added, “they’ve gone and homesteaded the land where the timber lies. That would give them possession, anyway, and that’s nine points of the law. But they’d likely have done that the first thing if they had thought it was open for filing. You go and see father. And look here, I’ll come down myself as soon as I get our claims staked—in a week, maybe.”
“All right,” said Tom, gloomily. “But where am I now? How do I get out of here?”
“You’re about six miles from the Roswick camp. You made a pretty good shot at it, after all. Follow this river straight down to Roswick; then you have to take the stage out to the railway, and that’ll take you round to Waverley, and you come in to Oakley the same way as you did the first time. Got any money?”
“Not a cent.”
Dave plunged56 his hand into his pockets. “How much do you want? the railway fare’ll be about six dollars. Here’s fifteen. Will that do?”
“Plenty,” said Tom gratefully. “I sha’n’t forget this, Dave, and I’ll repay you when—”
“You’ll never need to. I’m going to be a rich man by fall. Now we really must rush on, or my partner’ll have a fit. Tell father and mother I’m all right. Sure you won’t come with us yet? You’d better.”
“No,” said Tom. “I’m going to see my own game played out.”
“Good luck with it, then. Good-by!”
Dave and his partner picked up their loads and vanished crashing through the underbrush. Tom turned back toward the river, rather despondently57. Physically58 he felt better; the rest and the food and the talk with Dave had done him good, but he was deeply depressed59 by his cousin’s pessimistic outlook. Still, he was determined not to let go while there was the slightest chance left. Harrison had no more right to the raft than he himself, at any rate, it appeared. He would see that Harrison did not get it, then, until the real ownership of the walnut could be ascertained60.
He made his way down the river shore, meeting three or four parties of prospectors61, in bateaux and canoes, and one on foot. It took him a good three hours to reach the mining-camp, where he found merely a collection of sheds and shanties62, a store and a towering derrick or two. The place was almost depopulated, for all its inhabitants were on the gold-rush.
He was able to get dinner at the mine boarding-house, and then hung about until the stage left late in the afternoon. An hour’s ride placed him at the railway station, and he boarded a mixed train, which carried him about fifty miles. He changed to a connecting line, waited half the night, and once more took the long stage drive to Oakley.
It was late in the afternoon, but he was desperately63 anxious to find what was going on at Coboconk Lake. By this time Tom was somewhat known at Oakley, and he was able to borrow a canoe, by paying four dollars for the accommodation; and, after snatching a hurried meal, he started up the river.
Daylight lasted late at that season, and Tom pushed ahead as fast as possible. The recent plentiful64 food and rest had restored his youthful physique to its full strength, and he was expert at the paddle now. Night found him on the river, however, but an almost full moon rose immediately after sunset, making it possible to go on. He was on the lookout65 for the trail of which Dave had spoken as leading to his uncle’s homestead, but in the dim light on the shore he could not pick it out. The house was several miles back, anyhow, and he had no idea of trying to reach it that night. He wanted to visit the timber treasure first.
Little Coboconk spread dark and silvery under the moon as he came into it from the river. He paddled ahead, straight up to the narrows, and then paused, checking the paddle. There was a fire on the shore, apparently66 a large fire that had burned low, and close to it in the shadow two or three large white blurs67 that looked strangely like tents.
He went on cautiously, in desperate anxiety. They were tents, sure enough, two very large ones, and a smaller one. But no one was in sight about the encampment. It was little after midnight, and doubtless everybody was asleep.
Tom could hardly doubt who had set up this camp. All his hopes sank to nothing; nevertheless, determined to find out the truth, he paddled up to the shore, landed, and stood looking about for a moment. He saw that several of the half-buried logs had been dug out and rolled together, but before he could investigate any further a tent flap was pulled open, there was a sudden exclamation, and a man bounded out, half dressed, presenting a revolver.
“We’ve got you this time! Throw up your hands!” he cried, triumphantly68.
Tom instantly put his hands up. The man approached. The boy had never seen him before. He looked like a woodsman or lumber-jack. He peered into Tom’s face, and uttered an exclamation of surprise.
“I thought it was that murdering young Injun. Who are you? What do you want here?”
“Who are you yourself?” returned Tom angrily. “This is my place. I was here before you. What are you camping here for?”
And he took down his hands. Two other men came out of the big tent—rough lumbermen both of them.
“Better wake up the boss and tell him we’ve caught some spy prowlin’ round here, that says he owns the camp,” said Tom’s captor.
One of the men went over to the smaller tent. There was a sound of voices; a few minutes elapsed. Then a man came hastily out, carrying a flashlight, and Tom recognized Harrison, as he had expected.
But Harrison was far from expecting the meeting. He turned the light on Tom as he came up, and started. For several seconds there was silence, while the flashlight wavered.
“I didn’t expect to see you back here, Jackson,” said Harrison at last, in his usual easy tone. “I thought you’d gone for good. I only wished you’d taken that young Ojibway with you. He’s been—”
“I guess you didn’t expect to see me,” retorted Tom hotly. “You thought I was dead up in the woods, didn’t you? McLeod did his best. You tried to burn me out, and you tried to murder me, and now you come in and steal—”
“Hold on! That’s a pretty rough way to talk,” Harrison interrupted him. “You must be crazy. Here, if you’ve got anything to say to me, come along to my tent.”
Tom, boiling with indignation, was conducted to Harrison’s sleeping-tent, where the man turned on an electric lantern, and sat down on the cot-bed from which he had lately arisen.
“You’ve got no kick coming at all,” Harrison resumed. “I made you a proposition to get out, right at the start, even though you had no particular rights here. I discovered this walnut before you thought of looking for it—”
“And then you tried to burn me out, and you sent McLeod to kill me in the woods.”
“As for the fire, it was an accident. McLeod? Well, McLeod tells me that you ambushed69 him and held him up and threatened to kill him. By way of a joke, after that, he ran off with your canoe and hid it a couple of miles down the river. Didn’t you find it again?”
Tom listened in absolute disbelief.
“Anyhow, you’ve got no sort of right to take out this timber,” he said. “It belongs—if it belongs to anybody—to the man who cut it.”
“And he’s dead. Exactly,” said Harrison. “You see, I took the precaution of going into all that matter long ago. Daniel Wilson died ten years ago, but his son is living in Montreal. This son is Wilson’s only heir. I went to see him, and came to an arrangement. I’ll show you.”
Harrison opened a small box, and after rummaging70 through it, he produced a large folded document, glanced at it, and handed it to Tom.
It was worded in legal phraseology, hard to comprehend; but the boy made out that Henry Wilson, whose name was undersigned, transferred to A. C. Harrison all his rights in a certain quantity of walnut timber supposed to be in or about Coboconk Lake, formerly71 the property of the father of the said Henry Wilson.
“I get it out on a basis of paying him a royalty72 of ten dollars a thousand feet, as you see,” said Harrison. “I paid him a hundred dollars down. It was a gamble, for I wasn’t sure; but I’d been up here before, and I had an idea of where that old raft might have drifted. But you see it’s all straight and aboveboard—”
Tom was hardly listening. The paper appeared to be correctly drawn73 up, properly signed, and witnessed. He could not doubt its validity. There was nothing to do, then. Harrison had out-manœvered him at every point. The game was up.
He turned almost sick with chagrin74 and defeat. He threw down the paper and stood up, turning away without a word.
“Hold on. Where are you going?” cried Harrison.
“None of your business! I’m not likely to trouble you any more; that’s all,” Tom returned through clenched75 teeth.
“Well, all right. Only I wish you’d call off that confounded Ojibway boy you left here,” said Harrison, agreeably. “He seems to think we’re trespassers. He’s shot up the camp twice. One of my men got a buck-shot in the leg. It isn’t safe to go into the woods. Tell him that if he doesn’t clear out we’ll hunt him down, and kill him or take him out for the penitentiary76.”
Tom had a moment’s pleasure at the thought of Charlie’s “shooting up” Harrison’s camp; but he did not return a word. He strode down to his canoe, and went shooting out into the moonlight of the lake. On the shore he could see the little group of men looking after him.
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