Big Joe came up and looked down sorrowfully at the boss.
“I guess the raft’s all right now,” he remarked. “She’s going to float right behind that headland, and I’ll have the boys build a boom around her as soon as she gets there. It’ll break the waves. I don’t believe we’ve lost such a lot, after all.
“Don’t you worry, boy,” he added. “Your father’ll be all right. I’ve seen men knocked out a heap worse’n that; you don’t know the rough knocks that lumber4-jacks get. We’ll get him ashore5 just as soon as we get into quieter water.”
It would indeed have been risky6 to try to get the wounded man into a boat while they were still on those plunging7 waves, and it was still more than an hour before the raft slowly headed its way behind the long rocky peninsula. Here the water was less broken. They brought one of the boats around to the forward end, carried Mr. Jackson into it with infinite care, and ferried him across the hundred feet of water to the land. Here they constructed a rough stretcher with saplings and boughs8, and Tom, Lynch, and two other men set out with it toward camp. The rest of the men remained to make the raft fast and gather up what scattered9 drift timber they could salvage10.
A quarter of a mile down the shore they came upon a crib that had grounded without entirely11 breaking up. The track of a man’s heavy boots led from it into the woods, and Tom guessed that Harrison had come ashore on those logs. It relieved his mind somewhat, for he did not want to consider himself responsible for the man’s death, but he had not much thought just then to spare on Harrison. Still further down, they sighted a canoe, Charlie’s canoe, which McLeod must have stolen, and in which he had fled from the raft. It had been run ashore roughly, and was badly split down the bow. But, like Harrison, McLeod had left nothing but tracks behind him, and Tom sincerely hoped that he would never see anything more of him.
Arriving at the camp, they put Mr. Jackson to bed in his tent. He seemed partly to revive; his eyes half opened; he muttered something and then sank into unconsciousness again. But even this symptom of returning life was encouraging.
“The nearest doctor’s at Ormond,” said Tom. “I’m going after him at once.”
“Send Charlie down to Oakley,” Lynch suggested. “There’s a doctor there. You might go out to Ormond too, if you like. Maybe one of ’em will be away, and if they both come, no harm done. But say, you’ve got to eat and rest a bit, boy. You look done up.”
Tom indeed felt the strain of the hard night, and his head once more ached splittingly. He summoned Charlie and sent him up the lake to get his canoe. It would have to be calked or patched where it was cracked, and meanwhile Tom swallowed a little breakfast and lay down with the intention of resting half an hour.
“A fellow’s just come in from Ormond with a telegram for the boss.”
Assigned to Erie Bank. Creditors’ meeting Wednesday night. Letter follows. Wire further instructions.
Armstrong.
Wednesday night! It flashed upon Tom that to-day was Wednesday. He jumped out, bolted from the tent, and confronted the messenger. The telegram had been sent on Saturday, and was directed to the Royal Victoria Hotel.
“Why didn’t this get here sooner?” he demanded angrily.
“We didn’t get it till yesterday. I started out with it as soon as I could, but I tried to take a short cut and got turned around. Had to stay in the bush all night.”
Tom stifled15 an exclamation16 of impatience17 and despair. Armstrong had given up hope and made an assignment after all, unaware18 of all the wealth they had been accumulating in the north. Tom did some hard thinking in that moment. If the bankruptcy19 went through they might pay a hundred cents on the dollar, but it would leave nothing else. If it could be averted20, the walnut would float the business with ease, with a prospect21 of better fortune.
“How long was I asleep? How’s father?” he demanded.
“You slept more’n an hour. Didn’t like to rouse you,” said Joe. “The boss kinder roused up once and said something, but then went off again. But I reckon he’s better.”
Tom went to look at Mr. Jackson, who looked slightly less deadlike, he thought. He would have given almost anything to be able to consult with him for just five minutes. But at this crisis of the whole affair Tom was forced to shoulder the entire responsibility.
If it was humanly possible he would have to get to Toronto in time to stop that creditors’ meeting that night. The assignment could be withdrawn22. As yet probably nothing irrevocable had been done, but by to-morrow the arrangements for liquidation23 would have been made, and it might be too late.
He could, indeed, send a telegram to Mr. Armstrong if he could reach the wire in time; but he doubted whether that would be enough. The situation needed a personal explanation.
He knew that a stage left Oakley, connecting with the morning train going down.
“What’s the shortest way to the railroad?” he demanded. “I’ve got to get to the city by evening.”
“Well, there’s the morning train down from Ormond,” said the messenger. “But you can’t make it. It’ll take you ’most all day to get to Ormond.”
“That’s mebbe the shortest way, but it ain’t nohow the quickest,” remarked Lynch. “Leastways, if you’ve got a canoe. I reckon Charlie’s got his pretty near patched up by this time.”
“How do you mean?” Tom demanded.
“Why, paddle down to the foot of Little Coboconk, and then right down the river, for mebbe fifteen or sixteen miles. You’ve been that way. You remember where a little creek24 runs out through a big swamp and into the river? Well, you land on the side opposite the creek, and the railway ain’t much more’n five miles straight west, right across the bush. It’ll be rough traveling, maybe, but you ought to make it in three or four hours.”
Tom glanced at his watch. It was just after seven o’clock. The train left Ormond at ten-thirty. He could surely make it. A moment later Charlie came up for instructions, having finished the repairs to his canoe.
“Hold on, Charlie! I’m going with you,” Tom exclaimed. “I’ll try it, Lynch. Are you sure the raft’s safe?”
“Safe as if she was in the sawmill. You can trust her to me. Trust the boss to us, too. Charlie can go on to Oakley and bring back the doctor.”
“And mind you telegraph me what he says,” Tom insisted. “Here’s my Toronto address. But I’ll be back here in three or four days, I hope.”
It did not occur to Tom to change into his city clothes. He hastened to get into the canoe, taking the bow paddle while Charlie sat at the stern; and they started down the lake, almost in the face of the wind, which still blew strongly.
It was rough, breathless paddling, though they hugged the shelter of the shore as much as possible. They made slow time on that stage of the journey, but when they reached the river things went more easily. The river ran swiftly and was rather shallow now, but there was always plenty of water for the canoe, and the faster the current the better. Down the stream they shot, past the old trail to Uncle Phil’s ranch25, around the wide curves bordered by the incessant26 green of the spruces, silently and swiftly, with a speed that filled Tom with renewed hope. He was in fine physical condition; the hour’s rest had restored him, and the rough and sleepless27 night behind him had left only a nervous tension that for the time being actually stimulated28 his sinews.
At half-past eight by his watch he felt sure that they must have come nearly ten miles. He suddenly smelled smoke, and was alarmed.
“What’s that, Charlie? Fire?” he called over his shoulder.
“Fire—sure. Long piece from here, though,” he answered.
Smoke certainly smelled strong in the air, coming up on the wind, but no fire was anywhere in sight. The river grew wider and deeper, running with a strength that almost outstripped30 the paddles. The miles reeled off swiftly. Tom was keeping a close watch on the shore, and it was not much after nine o’clock when he shouted to Charlie and pointed31 ashore.
On the left bank a great tamarac swamp came down to the water, and just opposite them a small creek flowed sluggishly32 into the river, oozing33 through a jungle of evergreen34 and fern.
“Hold on!” he cried, and the steersman guided the canoe ashore. He looked at the landmarks35 more carefully. It must be the place Lynch had meant. Somewhere about five miles to the west lay the railway.
“I stop here, Charlie,” he said hurriedly. “You go on to Oakley as fast as you can paddle, and get the doctor. I’ll be back soon.”
Charlie had already been provided with a note for the doctor, tucked safely inside his felt hat. He nodded impassively.
“Sure, I go quick, Tom,” he said. “I watch for you come back.”
He put Tom ashore, and went on down the stream with quick paddle-strokes, not once glancing back. Tom did not stay to watch him, either. He glanced at the compass on his watch-chain and struck straight in from the river.
The train was due at half-past ten. He had an hour, and long-distance running had been his speciality in track athletics36. It was only five miles, and, however rough the country might be, he felt quite confident of being able to cover the distance in time.
For a little way he had to go slowly, pushing his path through a dense37 tangle38 of spruce and tamarac, but, once well away from the river, the woods opened out. He went up and down one rolling ridge39 after another, splashed through a rock-strewn brook40 or two, crossed a strip of level forest, and then had to slow down for a last year’s burned slash41, where the ground was terribly encumbered42 with dead, charred43 logs and jagged spikes44 of branches and roots.
A smell of smoke seemed to hang about the place still, he fancied, and then a veering45 gust46 brought him a whiff of smoke that was certainly fresh. He was afraid to swerve47 from the compass bee-line, but he felt extremely uneasy. He passed the old “burn” and entered a region of jack-pine, and presently there was no mistaking the bluish haze48 and the odor of ashes and smoke that filled the air. Then the woods ceased all at once, and he found himself on the edge of a great ruined slash that fire had made within two or three days, at the most.
He halted, despairingly. There seemed no end to the burned strip, north or south, and he could get no clear notion of its width, for the air was full of smoke and clouds of fine ashes that drove in whirls before the wind. It might not be very wide, but it looked too dangerous to cross. Yet he felt sure that he must be near the railroad; he had surely come three or four miles, and as he stood irresolute49 he heard the long blast of a locomotive far away through the trees.
He thought it was miles up toward Ormond. The railway must be only a short distance ahead, and he plunged50 desperately51 into the smoky belt.
The fire was really entirely burned out, as he discovered immediately, but at the first steps he went ankle-deep in ashes, and felt the heat strike through his boot-soles. The ground was still hot, and beds of embers smoldered52 here and there beneath the ashes.
His heart almost failed him again. He might step into a mass of hot coals that would scorch53 and cripple him. But there was no way around; he had to cross this barrier or give up, and he went on again, moving in long leaps to touch the ground as little as possible. Wherever he could, he paused on a log to gain breath and lay his course.
The ground was cumbered with masses of fallen trees, charred, spiky54, a continual chevaux-de-frise of tangled55 stubs and roots. They lay at every possible angle, and Tom had to edge his way round them, climb over, or squeeze through. It was like the “burn” he had already crossed, but this one was fresh and hot. By sheer good luck he escaped stepping into any spots of fire, but the ground burned under his feet, and the ashes rose in smothering56 clouds as he plowed57 through them.
The ground was treacherous58 under its thick gray covering. It was mined with holes and strewn with hidden entanglements59. Two or three times Tom tripped and went headlong, almost choked in the ashes. His eyes grew filled with the fine powder; he could not see clearly nor make sure of his directions, and he had a terrible feeling that his strength was failing.
He heard the locomotive whistle again, and much nearer. It spoke60 failure, he thought. He could never reach the station now in time for the train. To his blurred61 eyes his watch seemed to mark half-past ten already. He was desperately tired, and burning with thirst. He thought that he might as well rest a little; he longed more than anything to sink down in the ashes, anywhere, and sleep.
Still he kept doggedly62 moving, driven by he hardly knew what force. The rest of the journey was a kind of nightmare, whose details he could never quite remember. Hours seemed to pass in the torment63 of that suffocating64 atmosphere—hours of intense heat, of stumbling, of terrible thirst, and of overwhelming exhaustion65. Then he seemed to see trees ahead. They were charred evergreens66, but the carpet of hot ash ceased, and a little beyond he saw the cool, blessed green of living spruces.
Stimulated now by the consciousness that he had come through, he made a last spurt67, and in a few minutes he emerged suddenly upon the railway. He stopped, confusedly; and then perceived, a hundred yards down the track, a red-painted wooden station and the smoke of a locomotive.
He rushed toward it. The place was no more than a flag-station with a log house or two in the background; and this was not a passenger-train that stood there. It was not even a mixed train; it was a long freight-train, engaged just then in coupling up a few flat-cars loaded with fresh-cut ties.
The conductor was standing68 on the platform, talking leisurely69 with the station agent, and they both stared in amazement70 as Tom dashed up, blackened, ash-smeared, and wild-eyed.
“Give me a ticket to Toronto!” he exclaimed. “Am I in time? Has the train—”
“The morning train went down half an hour ago,” said the agent. “There’s no other till six-fifteen to-night. What’s the matter—anything happened?”
“What time does that night train reach Toronto?”
“At ten, when she’s on time.”
That would be hours too late. Tom’s heart went down like lead. He had lost the race after all. He felt discouraged and utterly71 played out, but a last resource occurred to him.
“Can’t you fix me up to go down on this freight?” he pleaded.
“It’s against the rules to carry any passengers on freight-trains,” said the agent. “Can’t be done, I’m afraid. Besides, this freight only goes to Bala Junction72, forty miles down.”
Tom turned away, tears rising irrepressibly in his eyes. This time he seemed to have reached a barrier which there was no passing. He saw the agent and the conductor looking curiously73 after him, as he walked down to the end of the platform. It occurred to him that he ought to telegraph at any rate; and he went into the station and wrote a rather long message for Mr. Armstrong and another to the manager of the Erie Bank.
The agent came in to take the messages. Tom had money in his pocket; he paid for them, and went out to the platform again, where the freight conductor watched the manipulation of his train. It was going to Bala Junction, and Bala Junction, Tom remembered, was on the main line north from Toronto. Many trains passed that point daily. If he could get there, he could surely make a connection for the city that afternoon. The conductor looked good-natured, and Tom ventured to approach him.
“Look here, can’t you let me ride as far as Bala Junction?” he entreated74. “It’s an important matter—almost life and death. I’ll pay fare,—double fare, if you like,—but I’ve got to get to the city by seven o’clock.”
“My boy,” returned the conductor, not unkindly. “You heard what the agent said. I’m not allowed to carry any passengers at all—might get into trouble if I did. But,” he added, “there’s an empty box-car half-way up the train, and I’d never know whether there was anybody in it or not. We get to the Junction half an hour before the south-bound express arrives.”
Tom burst out with a grateful ejaculation, but the conductor winked75 at him, and then turned and looked rigidly76 in the other direction. The boy rushed down the track alongside the train, found the open door of the box-car, and swung himself into it. He sat down on the floor in a corner, and almost instantly lapsed77 into a sort of stupor78 of weariness, from which he was roused by the violent shock and crash of the train’s getting under way. He saw the station slide past the open door; the endless line of spruce trunks succeeded it. The train gathered speed; he was really started for the city at last.
It was not a comfortable ride. The freight-cars jolted79 and pitched, crashing together with shattering jolts80 as the train slackened or increased speed. Despite this, however, Tom dozed81 during a good deal of the forty miles to Bala, arousing fully3 only at the occasional halts. No one came near him, and nobody appeared to see him when he slipped out of his box-car at the Junction, and made haste to buy his ticket for Toronto on the express.
The express was late, and he filled in the time by endeavoring to brush and clean himself a little, with imperfect success. He obtained something to eat at the lunch-counter, and paced up and down the platform counting the minutes. The express arrived at last, and he was the only passenger to get aboard. He longed to take a sleeper82 berth83, but he was so disreputable-looking that he dared not attempt it. He feared even to enter the first-class coaches, and dropped into a seat in the smoker84.
The hard part of the journey was over. Everything depended now on the train, and he resigned himself to chance, with a dull fatalism. He had done all he could, and he was too deadly weary to speculate any more upon his chances of winning. He slept through most of the journey, and came out, dazed and confused, upon the platform of the union Station, to see the big illuminated85 face of the clock indicating eight.
It stung him again to desperate anxiety. He hastened to a telephone booth in the waiting-room and called Mr. Armstrong’s office. Central was unable to get any answer. The office must be closed. He then rang up the lawyer’s house. A woman’s voice answered.
“Mr. Armstrong is downtown, attending a business meeting at the King Edward Hotel. Is there any message?”
Tom dropped the receiver into the hook. He knew well what that business meeting was. They were holding it at the King Edward, then. Luckily, the hotel was not far from the depot86, and a direct street-car line carried him there in five minutes.
The throng87 of well-dressed people about the door of the big hotel stared at the grimed, smoky, ragged88 young man who burst in, and the outraged89 door-porter made an ineffectual grab to stop him. Few such disreputable figures had ever passed that portal. Tom cast a rapid glance around the leather chairs of the marble lobby, failed to spy the face he sought, and hurried up to the desk.
“Mr. Henry Armstrong—the lawyer—is he here?”
“Haven’t seen him,” returned the clerk, eyeing Tom with indignation, and he beckoned90 privately91 to a porter, indicating that the young man should be removed.
Tom glanced over the lobby again. He would have to wait. He dropped into one of the big easy-chairs, but the porter laid a hard hand on his shoulder.
“Come now, you can’t sit here. You’ve got to get out.”
Tom rose, confused and humiliated92. He was aware of scores of curious and amused faces looking at him. The porter was edging him toward the exit, when somebody touched his arm.
“Bless my soul, Tom Jackson! I saw you come in, but didn’t know you. What in the world have you been doing to yourself?”
Tom almost gasped93 with deep relief. It was Mr. Armstrong himself, who had been in conversation with a small, alert-looking man with a gray mustache.
“Where’s your father? I got your telegram, but couldn’t make out what you were driving at,” pursued the lawyer.
“Father’s badly hurt. The meeting—is it over yet?” Tom exclaimed, choking with excitement.
“The meeting? No, it hasn’t started yet. We’re waiting for one of the important men. This is Mr. Laforce, of the Erie Bank. He says he had a telegram from you, too.”
“Of course I wired him!” cried Tom. “You must call the meeting off. We’re not bankrupt. We’re all right now. We’ve got upward of fifty thousand feet of good black walnut, worth three hundred dollars a thousand—as good as cash—”
Mr. Laforce gave Tom a keen glance.
“You have, eh? Your wire sounded mysterious. Something in this, Armstrong?”
“I think it’s worth looking into,” said Mr. Armstrong, laughing.
“If you’ve got all that, I guess the bank can carry you,” continued the financier. “Of course we don’t want to push Matt Jackson into bankruptcy. I guess anyway we’d better call the meeting postponed94.”
That meeting was never held. Tom held a long conference with the lawyer and the banker that evening, going home at last to his deserted95 house, to tumble into bed and sleep like one dead till the middle of the next forenoon. Late that day a telegram arrived from the north:
Boss waked up and doing good. Doctor says no danger. Raft safe.
Lynch.
Tom had another long talk over a dinner-table with Armstrong that evening, finding the lawyer more human than he had ever considered him before. The next morning he left for the Coboconk lakes again, accompanied by a representative of the Erie Bank.
They found Mr. Jackson conscious and much recovered, weak indeed, but eager to be out again. The skull96 had not been fractured; he had suffered merely a concussion97, and had been half drowned into the bargain, and when Tom and his companion arrived he insisted on sitting up and talking business.
The big raft still lay behind its boom in the northern bay, and was an imposing98 sight, even after all the damage it had suffered. Nearly a third of it had broken away in the storm. Some of the cribs had remained afloat; some had gone ashore; and Lynch had been energetically picking up everything that could be salvaged99. Much of the walnut had been spilled off the loose cribs, but altogether Lynch estimated that they still had a good hundred and twenty thousand feet.
At any rate the sight of the timber so impressed the bank representative that he willingly agreed to “carry” the business a little longer. All that remained was to get the timber out. Mr. Jackson had originally thought of sawing it up at Oakley, but finally decided100 to team the logs out from that place and ship it to Toronto, where the precious wood could be more carefully handled.
They had to wait several days for a north wind to enable the raft to go down the lake, and during this time, to Tom’s immense surprise, appeared his cousin Dave. With some embarrassment101 Dave explained that the “gold boom” had turned out a disappointment. He had staked some claims, but there was nothing in them. He looked over the raft with amazement and some chagrin102.
“To think that I spent two years within a mile of all that and never knew it!” he commented.
“We’ll give you a job as Lynch’s lieutenant—four dollars a day and board,” Tom suggested, laughing.
Dave declined. He was needed on the farm, but he gladly accepted the return of the fifteen dollars that Tom had borrowed at that critical moment in the woods.
The raft went down to Oakley without mishap103, a timely rainfall having swollen104 the river to a good depth, and it aroused great excitement at that town. Here they broke it up, and for a long time the heavy logging teams were busy, slowly hauling the timber out to the railway.
Two dozen logs or so vanished mysteriously between Oakley and Toronto, but the rest of the timber was stored safely in Mr. Jackson’s yards to dry out thoroughly105. It was then carefully sawed up. It sold somewhat slowly but at a high price, and not a scrap106 of it was wasted. Altogether, the walnut brought a gross sum of $44,000, besides several hundred dollars obtained from the rough spruce and jack-pine of the floats, which was left at Oakley.
Charlie followed the raft down to Oakley and hung about till the last load was teamed out. Tom looked forward with genuine regret to saying good-by to this companion who had stood by him through so many adventures. By way of deadening the farewell, he sent to Toronto for a magnificent repeating-rifle with a stock of ammunition107, a new canoe, a miscellaneous camp outfit108, and a set of traps, and presented this unexpected wealth to Charlie just before he left.
“If you ever need anything, Charlie,” he said, “if the trapping turns out bad or you have any trouble, you go to my uncle Phil Jackson. You know where he lives. He’ll give you anything you want.”
The Ojibway looked over the new outfit, which would make him the envy of all his tribe, and raised his eyes to Tom’s, full of a deep glow.
“You good fellow, Tom,” he said. “You come back some time, mebbe. I watch for you.”
“Sure I’ll come back, Charlie,” Tom promised. “We’ll go trapping together yet.”
Thus far, however, Tom has not gone back. He reëntered the university that autumn, with renewed ambition to finish his studies; and, without altogether neglecting collegiate athletics, he spent most of his spare time in his father’s office and yards.
The forty-odd thousand dollars was not a fortune, but it carried the business over a bad time, and was enough to set Mr. Jackson on his feet again. Though, as he says, the lumber trade is no longer what it used to be, the Jackson establishment seems to be prospering109. After Tom’s graduation, however, the office stationery110 bore the new heading:
MATTHEW JACKSON & SON.
Perhaps the change brought luck.
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