“Of course I do. Armstrong knows all about it. What a pity you didn’t tell him when you were in town! But it can’t be helped. We’re not too late—I hope. What has that Harrison done toward lifting the walnut2?”
“Not very much, when I left, three days ago. I think he’d just got to work. They had dug out quite a number of the logs.”
“How many men did he have? How many teams? You don’t know? You should have found out, Tom. Anyhow, it’ll be a matter of weeks to get all that lumber3 up and raft or haul it away. But we don’t want him to have any claim for salvage4 against us. We must get on the spot the first minute we can. We’ll start for Coboconk at once, my boy.”
“Let me go alone, Father. Give me authority to act for you. You’re not strong enough to go into the woods.”
“I guess I’m plenty strong enough when there’s something really to be done,” laughed the old lumberman. “It was doing nothing that was killing5 me—sitting still and seeing nothing but ruin. No, this is just the medicine I want.”
“I don’t see why we can’t start to-morrow,” he said. “We can get our outfit7 and men at Ormond. I guess that’s the nearest railway point to the lake.”
“I thought Oakley was the nearest.”
“Oakley’s down the river—thirty-five miles or so, isn’t it? And we couldn’t take teams up the river in canoes. Ormond is straight west from the Coboconk lakes, only twenty miles, and there’s a logging road, or used to be. That’s the way you go to Phil’s ranch8. You can’t teach me much about that district, Tom. Just wait till we get out there.”
Tom’s mother was astounded9, half an hour later, to find Mr. Jackson walking briskly up and down the balcony arm in arm with his son, talking with enthusiasm about business matters. Mr. Jackson laughed at her alarm; he declared he felt a hundred per cent. better already, and, in fact, he presently ate a better lunch than he had eaten for a long time. Afterward10, however, he consented to take his prescribed nap, and while he was sleeping Tom detailed11 the new enterprise to his mother. On her suggestion Tom went to consult the doctor who was attending his father. For a dangerously sick man to start suddenly upon the trail did seem a risky12 experiment.
“This may be just the thing he needs,” said the physician, after listening to Tom’s tale. “Inaction and worry were the hardest things on him. He hasn’t any real disease at all. Make him travel as comfortably as possible, and try to keep him from overexerting himself, and you may bring him back cured.”
Tom did not tell his father about this visit to the doctor, but he was able to throw himself into the preparations with a much better conscience. They did not, however, leave for a day or two. It was not so very far to the Coboconk district, but it was a very circuitous13 journey by rail. They had to go half-way to Toronto and then back upon a branch line to reach Ormond, and it was late in the afternoon when they at last got off at that backwoods village. The timber treasure lay only twenty-two miles to the east, but it was twenty-two miles of dense14 second-growth forest penetrated15 only by the almost disused logging roads.
Ormond was a village of two-score houses and a store or two, larger than Oakley but not now so flourishing. Once this district had been the seat of a thriving lumber industry; Mr. Jackson had worked over it before setting up in Toronto; but most of the pine had been long ago cut, and dull times had come upon Ormond. But Tom was astonished to find his father well known and remembered there still. The proprietor16 of the hotel, elderly, bearded, and rough, stared at his guests for a moment, and then uttered a shout of recognition.
“Jumping crickets! If it ain’t Matt Jackson!”
“I didn’t know you were up here yet, Andrews,” he said. “I used to know Mr. Andrews well, years ago, when I was lumbering18 around Coboconk,” he said to Tom. “I expect there may be some of my old lumber-jacks here still. If there are they’re just what we need now. I’ve got a little timber proposition on,” he added to the proprietor.
“Sure, I’ll find ye some of the boys,” exclaimed Andrews. “They’ll be powerful glad to work for ye again, too—the more as jobs is scarce around Ormond these days.”
Tom went up to his room to wash, pleased immensely at the reception they had received. Coming down again, he found his father in animated19 conversation with a group of old residents, and looking more alive and interested than he had seen him for years. Mr. Jackson was tired, indeed, and went early to bed that night; but he was far from exhausted20 by the journey, and was up the next morning before his son.
Tom found his father down-stairs, consulting with a big, roughly dressed fellow, bull-necked and huge-chested. His hair was grizzling a little, but his strength appeared noway abated21 with years, and he treated the lumber merchant with marked deference22.
“This is Joe Lynch—Big Joe, they used to call him, and likely do yet,” said Mr. Jackson. “He’s one of the best bushmen in the north, and it isn’t the first time he’s worked for me. He’ll be our foreman now, and he thinks he can pick up six or eight men for us right away. We want to get started at once. Teams and supplies can come on later. Remember, Joe,” he added, “I want men who wouldn’t be afraid of a little trouble. Not roughs, you know, but fellows who can fight if they need to. Maybe there’ll be a row where we’re going.”
“Trust me for thot, sorr,” responded Lynch, with a wink23. “They’ll like nothing better. I’ll get ye a bunch that’ll fight their weight in wildcats, any day.”
At that moment breakfast was called, and Tom and his father went into the dining-room.
“I’ve heard news of your man Harrison,” said Mr. Jackson. “He was here ten days ago, hiring men and getting supplies. Nobody knew what he wanted them for. He’s got five men and one team of horses, and he can’t have made any great progress at getting out the walnut yet. But I think we’d better hurry ahead as soon as we can. It’ll take some time to get our outfit together here, but I suppose I can leave that to Lynch—though I’d rather see after it myself. Something’s sure to be overlooked.”
“Better let me scout24 ahead, Father!” Tom urged. “We can’t tell what Harrison may be doing. He might raft down the timber in small quantities as fast as he got it out, and sell it at Oakley.”
“That’s a fact,” said Mr. Jackson, struck by this danger. “I suppose you could stop anything like that, if you took a man or two with you. I’d give you written authority.”
“But Uncle Phil’s ranch must be on the way,” cried Tom, struck with a fresh idea. “He’d go over with me, or Cousin Ed—maybe somebody else.”
This proposition was so evidently sound that Tom set out soon after breakfast. Plenty of people knew where Phil Jackson’s farm lay, and Tom regretted that he had not originally come to Ormond instead of Oakley. But then he would probably never have reached Coboconk and the lost raft.
He carried only his rifle and a package of cold lunch, expecting to reach the farm some time that afternoon. It was supposed to be only fifteen miles, and there was a road,—not much used, indeed, but still a road,—which it would be easy to follow. Mr. Jackson was to collect his men and their outfit and come on the next day, to rejoin Tom where the trail struck the river, below Little Coboconk.
The old road proved rough traveling. Apparently25 it had not been used at all for a long time, and it was grown up thickly with small spruces and raspberry thickets27—so jungly, in fact, that Tom often found it easier to take to the woods.
It was not going to be easy traveling for the wagons28, he thought; and wondered if Harrison’s men had come in this way. Still, he plodded29 on and ate his lunch about noon, and within the next few miles he began to look for traces of settlement. Nothing appeared, however, and he began to travel slowly, looking about him more carefully for trails. An uneasy qualm began to assail30 him, but he kept on until, as the sun came down close to the tree-tops, he became assured that he had somehow missed the way.
He turned back at once on his own trail. Once he came to what seemed a cow track crossing the path, but it presently became untraceable. The sun was going down, and he stopped. By this time he was grown hardened to being lost in the woods; but he was hungry, and the prospect31 of a supperless night was not attractive.
It was warm, however, and he built a fire and made himself as comfortable as possible. Despite an empty stomach, he managed to sleep; and in the earliest morning, rested but famished32, he started back on the road over which he had come. But it was only after an hour or so that he came upon an obscure-looking cross trail that he had previously33 overlooked. He might have passed it again, had not his attention been caught by something like the far-away bellow34 of a cow.
He followed up the trail toward the sound, and within a quarter of a mile he struck a wide, stumpy, pasture clearing. Beyond another belt of trees he emerged upon a plowed35 field, with a view of a large log house and barns, which he knew must be the elusive36 homestead of Uncle Phil.
So it proved. Tom hurried up to the house and got an astonished but enthusiastic welcome. He had come at an unfortunate moment, however. Uncle Phil and Cousin Ed had started within the last hour for the store and post-office, nine miles away on a bush road that Tom had not suspected, and were not likely to be back before evening.
No one was at home but his aunt and the younger children. Tom ate a huge breakfast, told his story, and gave news of Dave on the gold trail, and rested for an hour or so. But he was uneasily impatient to reach the lakes. He was afraid to wait for his uncle’s return, and he got an early dinner, took a packet of lunch, and set out again shortly after midday.
He had his directions more accurately37 laid now; but it was rough travel through the woods, and he went more slowly than he had hoped. The sun was almost setting when he emerged at last on the shore of the river. He was still a mile or two below Little Coboconk, but he hastened up the stream and saw the long, placid38 expanse of the lake.
Nothing moved on its waters. From away up by the narrows he thought he saw a curl of smoke in the evening air. The emptiness relieved him; somehow he had almost expected to see the raft afloat and steering39 down the lake. But he knew that it was almost impossible for Harrison to have salvaged40 any great quantity of the timber so soon.
Peering ahead, he walked up the stony41 margin42 of the lake in the twilight43. He had a strange, uneasy feeling that eyes were upon him, as he had had during the journey to Roswick; but this time he was certain that no one could have followed him through the woods. More than once, all the same, he turned quickly to look, but nothing stirred on the surface of the lake or the darkening shores.
Smoke was certainly rising from Harrison’s encampment, but he was afraid to go within sight of the place while the light lasted. He sat down in the thickets just back from the shore and ate his lunch—wise enough this time to reserve a portion for breakfast. Darkness fell on the water. A half-moon grew visible over the trees, and up by the narrows a red glow began to shine.
Tom resumed his course up the shore, careful to make no noise. The glare over the trees looked as if Harrison had set fire to the forest again. But it was not until he reached the head of Little Coboconk that he could see what was going on.
Harrison’s camp lay across the narrows from him, and there were great fires burning on the shore that cast a flood of red light across the water. Dark figures moved through the lurid44 illumination; he heard the rattle45 of chains, the thud of axes, and the cries of men hauling and heaving at the timbers. Evidently Harrison, in his desperate haste to get the walnut out, was working day and night.
Tom crept up closer to the narrow channel, feeling secure in the outlying darkness. From the opposite shore he made out a huge, dark shape stretching like a pier46. The raft was being rebuilt. And then Tom distinguished47 Harrison himself, standing48 in the full light of one of the fires, talking earnestly to another man, a stranger, an elderly man, who did not look in the least like a lumber-jack.
For a long time Tom crouched49 in the shadows, watching the scene of activity. Logs were being dug out and piled in place. They were not working on the raft just then. Probably daylight was needed for that. But it looked rather certain that no timber was likely to be floated away for some time, and Tom felt vastly relieved. By the next night his father would be here.
He wondered if they were going to work all night. He was tired of waiting on the shore, and he had a great desire to examine the partly constructed raft more closely. Toward nine o’clock, however, he observed the activity slackening. The fires began to die down. Work was knocked off. He perceived that a kettle was being boiled at a smaller and more distant fire. The men gathered around and were served with food. They smoked for a little while after this, while Tom watched impatiently, and then one by one they disappeared into the tents. There were evidently not men enough for the day and night shifts, and so Harrison had simply extended the day as long as possible.
Tom still waited and listened. Silence fell on the camp. The red shine of the fires grew dim, and the pale moonlight began to take its place. But for the fifty yards of channel, Tom would have ventured to reconnoiter the raft more closely; and he was in fact thinking of taking off his clothes and wading50 and swimming over when a faint, unmistakable splash close at hand caught his attention.
He shrank back into the bushes, cocking his rifle. For full five minutes he stood motionless, every sense alert, but without hearing a twig51 rustle52. Then a shadow moved out of a thicket26.
Tom started violently, half raising his rifle.
“You no shoot me, Tom. I watch you long time,” said the shadow.
“Charlie!” exclaimed the boy, recovering himself. “That isn’t you? Why, I thought you were gone long ago. How did you see me?”
“I see you when you come out on river, ’fore dark. Think it’s you, not sure. I follow you—watch long time. I think mebbe you come back some time, Tom. I look for you every day.”
“Charlie, you’re a good scout!” said Tom, his heart warming. “Yes, I’ve found out that timber really is mine after all, so I came back.”
“We fight um, then?” asked Charlie, hopefully.
“Not to-night, anyhow,” Tom responded, smiling. “My father is coming to-morrow. May be a fight then. But how did you get here? Got a canoe? Where’d you get it?”
“My canoe. That red-hair man steal him from you—I steal him back again.”
“Good!” Tom looked across at the dying firelight and the dim tents. “Put me across there, Charlie. I want to see how much of that timber they’ve got out.”
The Ojibway seemed to vanish without a word into the gloom. Within a few minutes the canoe glided54 up, a darker shadow in the shadow of the lake-side spruces. Tom stepped in cautiously, and Charlie, dipping the paddle without a sound, guided the canoe across the channel and touched the extremity55 of the half-built raft.
It was not all of walnut, of course. It had to be buoyed56 with lighter57 wood, and even in the faint light Tom could see the fresh-cut spruce and pine logs. It was impossible to estimate how much of the old timber there was. He climbed out of the canoe and stood upon the raft itself, which felt as solid under him as a ship.
He raked the silent camp with another cautious glance and walked toward the shore. Reaching the land he could see the earth torn up in wild hollows and mounds58, where the walnut had been disinterred. Piles of logs lay in every direction. It looked as if surely the greater part of the lost raft was there, ready for rebuilding again, and Tom was filled with renewed anxiety. They were running it fine. If anything should delay his father and the men from Ormond, Harrison might still get away with his plunder59.
He stepped off the raft upon the earth and looked keenly about again. Through his mind passed the idea of doing something to wreck60 operations—to halt them, at any rate; but he dismissed it. The gain would not be worth the danger. Next day he would have reinforcements on the spot. The best thing would be to retreat into the darkness again and wait.
He had taken half a dozen steps, and he turned to go back. Some dim obstacle lay at his feet. Trying to avoid it, he tripped on something, with a clashing of chains. He stumbled forward and blundered into a hole where a log had been dug up, knocking down a pile of cant-hooks and spades, mingled61 with chains, which made a deafening62 crash and clatter63. The rifle flew out of his hand.
Almost instantly he heard a voice asking what was the matter. A man dived out of the nearest tent, stared about, and then started toward him. Tom lay flat where he had fallen, invisible, as he hoped, in the darkness. The man came within two yards of him, gazed about again, while Tom lay holding his breath, and then, with a muttered exclamation64, struck a match. In the quick, brilliant flare65 Tom caught a glimpse of the man’s fox-colored hair. He jerked his legs under him and made a plunge66 to get away, but the fellow was even more agile67. He was upon him before Tom touched the raft, and the boy was pulled back by rough hand on his collar.
McLeod turned Tom’s face to the moonlight.
“I declare, ef it ain’t that youngster again!” he exclaimed. “Can’t keep away, hey? All right—I got him!” he called over his shoulder. “It’s that same—”
Tom was aware that Harrison and the stranger were hurrying toward him. Other men were appearing from the tents. He glanced toward the end of the raft. Charlie and his canoe had vanished. He was ashamed at being caught so ignominiously68, but he was not particularly afraid. He felt in possession of authority now. He had the whip-hand.
“What’s this?” Harrison cried, turning on the white beam of a flashlight. “Oh, it’s you, is it? Didn’t I warn you to clear out?”
“I’ve come back to stay this time,” Tom retorted. “I know all—”
“Who is it? Do you know him?” interrupted the strange man, who had an honest and good-humored face. He wore a soft collar and a tie, and had slightly the air of a sportsman from town.
“He’s been hanging about all spring,” said Harrison, impatiently. “I don’t know his name. Trying to steal something, I guess.”
“That won’t do,” said Tom. “I know a good deal more than I did when I was here last. I’ve heard all about Daniel Wilson. My father’ll be here in the morning. Just now, I’m in his place.”
“You must be crazy!” Harrison exclaimed. “Look here, you get out of this camp at once.” He took Tom by the shoulder, and propelled him toward the woods. “Got anything to say to me? Well, say it quick!”
The rest of the party remained where they were, laughing. Harrison shoved Tom into the shadows of the trees, gripped his arm hard, and led him on, stumbling over fallen timber.
“You want to talk to me?” he repeated. “Well, go ahead.”
He had dropped the bluff69 tone of intimidation70, and his voice was subtle, conciliating. They were out of ear-shot of the camp now.
“I haven’t much to say,” returned Tom. “I saw my father—Matthew Jackson, of Toronto—and told him all about the raft. You can guess the rest. He took over Dan Wilson’s business, you know. You haven’t any rights here at all. We might pay you something for the work you’ve done already on it, but that’ll be all we’ll do. You’ll have to get ready to quit.”
Harrison steered71 Tom a little way farther into the woods, saying nothing. Then he stopped, and spoke72 in a low tone of intense passion.
“Do you think I’d quit now? It’s a year that I’ve been working for this. Part of the timber’s sold already. I’m going to float out a raft to-morrow or the next day. Do you want to have one fight now and another in the courts? Look here, I’ll make a reasonable deal. I’ve got maybe a third of this stuff ready to move. Let me get away with that and I’ll leave the rest of it for you.”
“Can’t do it,” returned Tom promptly73. “I couldn’t make such a deal myself, and I know father wouldn’t. He’ll be here to-morrow, and—”
“Your father won’t be here to-morrow. He’s going to be turned back before he gets to the lake,” said Harrison.
“Turned back? What do you mean?” Tom exclaimed, with a sudden, horrified74 vision of his father being ambushed75, perhaps shot on the trail. “Are you going to try another trick? You can’t work it, Harrison!”
They were standing close together and face to face, and at that moment Tom felt something hard against his body. Glancing down, he saw a revolver that glittered dimly, its muzzle76 digging into his stomach.
“I gave you a chance!” Harrison muttered between clenched77 teeth. “What do you take—life or death? You young fool, I’m a desperate man. I’m going to have that timber now, and I don’t care what stands in my way—not even murder.”
Tom shrank back involuntarily from the revolver barrel, which sent a cold thrill to his very backbone78. He had lost his rifle; he was entirely79 unarmed. But reason told him that Harrison would not really shoot. He would not go the length of murder, with a dozen men within fifty yards. It was a bluff! Charlie was surely lurking80 somewhere in the shadows offshore81. Tom filled his lungs, and suddenly opened his mouth to yell.
“Char—!”
Before the sound could leave his lips Harrison had him by the throat like a tiger, forcing him back against a tree. Tom hit out savagely82 into the man’s face, but that iron grip seemed to choke the life out of his body. His head swam; everything turned black before him. For an instant the throttling83 grasp relaxed, and then he received a fearful blow on the head, that sent him plunging84 down, it seemed into darkness. As he fell he was scarcely aware of another shattering blow, and he knew nothing whatever afterward.
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exclamation
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