Something aroused him; something was pulling at him. Opening his eyes, he saw strangely an outline of tree-tops sharp against a starry2 sky. He was being dragged violently by the shoulder.
“Git up, Tom—quick!” a voice penetrated3 his ears. “They come back soon.”
Tom’s head ached so dizzily that it fell back when he tried to lift it. He could not remember where he was. He did not know who was beside him. He tried feebly to raise his arms, and found that they were roped together; and his legs, too, were tightly bound at the ankles.
“Wait—I see now. I cut you loose,” muttered the hurried voice, which Tom now dimly recognized. A knife-blade flashed, and sawed at the rope. His arms were free, then his legs. He made a feeble effort to get up, and collapsed4 again.
“No use! Can’t do it!” he murmured thickly.
Charlie seemed to hesitate.
“I carry you,” he said with determination, and, getting his arms around Tom’s body, he sought to heave him on his shoulders. He really might have carried him, for Charlie was used to carrying tremendous loads over canoe portages, but Tom’s faintly reviving spirit rebelled. He slipped down, clung to a tree for several seconds, and tried to steady his whirling head.
“You come,” said Charlie anxiously. “That red-hair man, he be back quick, mebbe. I wait long time.”
Tom had only a vague notion of what the Ojibway meant. He could not remember what had happened; he knew only that some danger hung over him like a nightmare. He let the tree go and attempted to walk. He reeled, and would have fallen but for Charlie’s quick grasp. Then Charlie got an arm around his body, and, half carrying, half leading him, managed to steer5 him through the woods.
It seemed an endless way to Tom, but it could have been only a few rods, when the Indian uttered a wearied grunt6 of satisfaction, and Tom saw the shimmer7 of moonlight on water. Charlie let him go, to sink on the ground, and vanished. In a minute or two he was back, and helped Tom down to the shore. Tom saw a canoe without surprise. He managed to get into it somehow without upsetting it, and settled down into a crumpled8 heap amidships. Charlie got into the stern, and without a sound the craft glided9 down the shore, keeping in the shadows of the trees.
By slow degrees the boy’s wits returned, helped by the fresh lake air. Leaning over, he splashed water on his head, which hurt severely10. The douche cooled and refreshed him. Memory struggled back.
Painfully he remembered the knock-out he had received—Harrison’s proposal—his scouting11 at the raft—groping his way back step by step. Of what had taken place after he had been struck senseless he had no idea, nor how much time had passed. From the feeling of the air, it seemed to him that it must now be late in the night.
“Where are we going, Charlie?” he said thickly, over his shoulder.
“By gar, I think you mebbe dead, Tom!” exclaimed the Indian, in excited, though subdued12 tones. “We go good place. I fix you up all right. Mos’ there now.”
They were going down Little Coboconk now, taking less care to keep out of the moonlight. Just at the lower end of the lake Charlie ran the canoe ashore13 beside a great log, got out, and helped Tom to disembark. He lifted the canoe out of the water and stowed it somewhere in the dark undergrowth; and then, with an air of being familiar with the place, he grasped Tom’s arm and conducted him among the spruces by several mazy turnings, and at last indicated by a pressure on his shoulder that he was to sit down.
Tom dropped gratefully, finding himself on a thick pile of spruce twigs14. Above him he found a rough shelter of bark and boughs15.
“I camp here,” said Charlie, “ever since you go ’way. I look down river for you, mos’ every day—think maybe you come back. I see you yesterday when you come.”
“You’re the best friend I ever had, Charlie!” said Tom gratefully. “Maybe you saved my life to-night. How did you find me? Where was I?”
Charlie burst into an explanation, compounded of English and French, which he was apt to use when excited. It made Tom’s head ache, but he gathered that Charlie had slipped out of sight on seeing his friend’s capture, but had stayed close inshore in the canoe. He heard the sound of Tom’s choked-off cry and fall, but had not dared to interfere16 as Harrison was almost immediately joined by the red-haired man. Between them, they had tied Tom up and carried him several hundred yards farther down the shore, depositing him in a little valley full of evergreens17. McLeod remained on guard, while Harrison returned to the camp. Charlie had scouted18 close up, and thought of shooting the red-haired man, but restrained himself. Finally, McLeod went back to the camp also, to get matches for his pipe, Charlie thought; and the Indian boy seized the opportunity for a rescue.
“We safe here,” he concluded. “Good place—can look up, down—they never find us. Besides, you say your father come.”
“I declare, so he is!” Tom exclaimed with a start. In his confusion and pain he had totally forgotten that fact. Mr. Jackson was coming, was doubtless on the way; and then Tom remembered also Harrison’s statement that his father would be “turned back.”
“We must meet him, Charlie!” he cried. “Those fellows may catch him, murder him perhaps.”
“Plenty time. He not come till daylight,” said Charlie, glancing up at the sky. “Three hours, mebbe. Sleep now.”
And the young Indian stolidly19 stretched himself on the spruce twigs also, and appeared to fall instantly asleep.
Tom could not rest so easily. It was true, no doubt, that his father would not come in the darkness. Morning would be time enough to look for him. But he felt nervously20 uneasy, impatient, and alarmed. His head still ached and spun21 at the slightest movement. Feeling it cautiously, he found it badly swollen22 on the left side, and blood had dried and caked in his hair. Harrison must have struck him with the revolver butt23, he thought.
He tried to compose himself, lay awake for a long time grew drowsy24 at last and drifted through a series of nightmares, awaking with a painful start. But at last he did sleep, and was disturbed only by hearing Charlie making a fire.
It was daylight, but not yet sunrise. The sleep had done him good. His head ached less, and he felt more in command of his nerve. The Indian boy produced tea, some fragments of pork, and some very hard bread; and the food still further restored Tom’s strength. He was eager to intercept25 his father, however, and they had no sooner eaten than they took to the canoe again, and dropped down the river to a point where Mr. Jackson would surely pass in coming over the trail from Ormond.
Here, for hour after hour, they waited, watchful26 alike for friends and for enemies, for Tom more than half expected to espy27 McLeod scouting down the river shore to prepare some ambush28. Tom’s head still ached, but the effects of the blow were fast passing, and under frequent applications of cold water the swelling29 was going down. They ate a cold lunch, not venturing to light a fire, but it was not until well into the afternoon that Charlie suddenly sat up alertly from the ground where he was lounging.
“Somebody come!” he said in a low voice, staring into the woods.
Tom had heard nothing, and in fact it was nearly ten minutes before he heard trampling30 and crashing in the undergrowth. The sound instantly reassured31 him. Harrison’s scouts32 would not have made so much noise and in fact within a few minutes a party emerged upon the shore a few yards below. In the first two figures Tom recognized his father and “Big Joe” Lynch.
There were four other men with them. Tom burst out from the woods and rushed down to meet the new-comers, followed by Charlie. He was recognized from a distance; there was a waving and a calling of greetings. Tom grasped his father’s hand; then he found himself, being hailed by two others of the party, whom he finally recognized to be Uncle Phil and Cousin Ed.
“Is it all right? We couldn’t—” Mr. Jackson began.
“We missed you yesterday,” put in Ed, a wiry young fellow a year younger than Tom. “But we started out to catch Uncle Matt on the trail this morning.”
“Found him broken down,” said Phil Jackson.
“Yes,” said Tom’s father. “The wagon33 couldn’t get on very fast. Had to stop and chop the trail. We left three of the men to bring it up, and the rest of us came along on foot. I was getting uneasy about you. How did you find things? Why, what’s the matter with your head?”
“A collision with Mr. Harrison,” said Tom; and he rapidly described his misadventures of the night. Mr. Jackson’s face turned grim as he listened.
“The scoundrel! He was planning to keep you out of the way, I suppose, till he could dispose of some of his loot. He must have planned something to head me off, too. Never mind! his finish is close now. I struck another piece of luck in Ormond. This gentleman,” indicating one of the party whom Tom did not recognize, “is Joe Gillespie, the postmaster there. I used to know him, and he was concerned in the liquidation34 of the Wilson Lumber35 Company, so he can testify that I really bought the raft. He’s a magistrate36 too, so we have the law with us.”
“Good. That’ll fix Harrison!” said Tom, rejoicing. “Let’s hurry ahead.”
“Better not go up lake. Mebbe him lay for us. Go through woods,” put in Charlie.
“I’d take Charlie’s advice on anything now,” said Tom. “He’s right. Better not let Harrison see us coming, though I don’t think he’d make any resistance to so large a party as this.”
First of all it was necessary to cross the river, and Charlie brought up the canoe and ferried them all over. Thence they filed up the shore for half a mile, and then, under the Indian’s guidance, turned into the woods, and made a detour37 to come around to the narrows at the head of Little Coboconk.
Part of these woods had been swept by the fire, and the walking was bad, choked with fallen timber and half-burned logs. Tom was astonished at his father’s strength. Even after the long tramp he had had that day he pushed through the woods almost as actively38 as any of them. The familiar atmosphere of the woods and the prospect39 of action had restored the invalid40 to health almost magically.
Remembering the doctor’s caution not to overdo41 the exercise, however, Tom insisted on their stopping for occasional rests. With this slow progress it was almost two hours before Charlie veered42 to the left. They caught a glimpse of the waters of the lake beyond the scraggly and scorched43 spruces, and thenceforth they had to move more cautiously.
The shore was a quarter of a mile farther, and by glimpses they saw the white tents, the dark bulk of the raft, and the men’s figures moving about it. Work seemed to be going slowly, however; as they halted at last about a hundred yards from the camp, crouching44 behind a half-burned clump45 of willow46, Tom thought that operations were entirely47 suspended.
“Harrison’s found out that I’ve vanished and doesn’t know what to do next,” he chuckled48 to his father. “Look, that’s Harrison—the man in the brown shirt and soft hat. I don’t know the man with him—some stranger.”
Mr. Jackson took out a field-glass and scrutinized49 the camp for a few minutes.
“No, not much doing,” he said at last. “But that stranger with your Harrison—I think I know him. Unless I’m much mistaken, he’s a certain lumber dealer50 of Montreal whom I know very well. Looks as if Harrison was trying to make his sale on the spot.”
And Mr. Jackson put away the glasses, rose to his feet, looked about for a moment, and then walked coolly toward the camp.
Tom gave a cry of protest and then jumped up and followed, and the whole party came after. It happened that nobody noticed them until they were almost at the shore. Harrison was talking earnestly to his companion, looking the other way, until he chanced to turn and beheld51 the eight advancing figures.
He started forward, uttering an exclamation52; and then his eye fell on Tom, and he stopped short again. His face was almost livid.
“What—?” he began, blusteringly; but Mr. Jackson paid not the slightest heed53 to him. He walked up to the strange man, who was looking surprised, and held out his hand cordially.
“Why, Jackson, man!” exclaimed the other, after an amazed stare. “You’re the last person I thought of seeing here. I heard you were sick. Pleasure, eh? I guess we’re both here for the same thing. But you’re too late for once, Matt. I’ve made the deal.”
“Not so you can’t break it, I hope,” returned Mr. Jackson, smiling. “For this fellow has no right whatever to any of this walnut55 timber.”
At this Harrison recovered himself.
“No right to it?” he snarled56. “We’ll see about that! Who are you, anyway? Why, this boy here admitted that I had the right of it, and he saw all the papers.”
“You were able to bluff57 a boy, perhaps, but you can’t bluff Matt Jackson,” returned the lumberman. “You know who I am now. I bought out Dan Wilson. Here’s Mr. Gillespie from Ormond, who’s a magistrate and knows all about it.”
By this time Harrison’s men had come crowding up, curious and hostile. But several of them recognized Mr. Jackson, and all of them knew Gillespie, who greeted two or three of them by name.
“Yes, that’s right,” said the postmaster. “Mr. Jackson bought out Dan Wilson when he failed, and so far as I know this timber was in the deal.”
“Then you don’t know much!” persisted Harrison, furiously. “I’ll fight to the last court for it.”
“Take it to the courts if you want to,” said Mr. Jackson. “You’ll face a warrant for murderous assault on my son, and another for forgery—”
Harrison sprang savagely59 forward, raising his clenched60 fist. Tom jumped to protect his father, caught the half-directed blow on his elbow, and drove his fist into Harrison’s face. The next instant he went down himself from a savage58 uppercut, and heard the rush of a sudden scrimmage. Joe Lynch had grappled with Harrison, and while the two wrestled61 frantically62 there was a rush of men from both sides to the spot.
“Stop it! Let him go, Lynch. Here, you young savage, drop that gun!” Mr. Jackson shouted; and Tom struggled to his feet to see the postmaster wrenching63 the shot-gun out of Charlie’s hands. Harrison went down, with Big Joe on top of him; but Archer and Gillespie dragged the men apart.
“I’ll settle with you! This ain’t the last—” he began, his voice thick with rage.
“Whenever you like. But now—you get out of this camp!” Mr. Jackson ordered.
“This is my camp. These tents—that team—” Harrison snarled.
“Hold on! That team’s mine,” put in one of his men.
“And you ain’t paid us our last week’s wages,” said another.
“I’ll settle your wages,” Mr. Jackson promised. “Take away your tents and your outfit65, Harrison, if you want to.”
Harrison looked about him.
“Take down those tents. Pack up the outfit,” he commanded his men.
Not a lumber-jack stirred. Plainly they had not found Harrison’s service congenial. Harrison glared, snapped a savage curse, and then went into his own tent, coming out in a minute with a dunnage sack. He dragged this down to the shore, dark-faced with rage, but without a glance at anybody, flung it into a canoe, and darted66 away with fierce strokes of the paddle.
“Seen the last of him, I guess,” said Mr. Jackson. “And he’s left us his outfit. If he doesn’t come back for it we’ll leave it for him at Ormond.”
“Him go to meet red-haired man,” remarked Charlie, who was watching the vanishing canoe. “I seen him, that man, ’way down lake.”
“You did?” exclaimed Mr. Jackson. “Scouting for us, I suppose. You’re a valuable youngster to have around. Want to work for me? I’ll give you a job.”
Charlie shook his head stolidly.
“No work in summer-time. Work hard in winter—hunt—trap. Rest in summer—hunt little, fight mebbe.”
“Well, we won’t have any more fighting, I hope,” said the lumberman. “But there’s a heap of work. You men, Harrison’s gang, I’ll take you all on, if you want to stay with me, and pay you the same as my own men. What do you say?”
All the men agreed, with evident pleasure.
“Always did think there was somethin’ crooked67 about that feller,” remarked that one of them who owned the team. “Never could git no money out of him.”
“And now,” said the Montreal lumber dealer, “I certainly wish, Jackson, that you’d tell me what all this is about. I spend considerable money to come up here, and find myself landed in a fight.”
“Think yourself lucky that you didn’t get landed for something worse,” Mr. Jackson laughed. “You haven’t paid any money out yet? No? Good. I’ll tell you how the thing stands.”
And he proceeded to detail the circumstances, which were corroborated68 by the Ormond postmaster.
“I see,” said Archer. “Harrison offered me the stuff at a great bargain, but I didn’t see how there could be anything fishy69 about it. Well, I’m glad I’m only out my expenses. I suppose you wouldn’t think of selling any of it yourself? I thought not. You’ll make a good thing out of it. Walnut’s almost off the market now, and bringing any sort of fancy price. But I don’t need to tell you anything about that. All I’ve got to do is to look for a way to get home.”
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| adj.野蛮的；凶恶的，残暴的；n.未开化的人 | |
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