Owing to the success of the buffalo1 runners, the winter passed away in comparative comfort. But, as we have said, some of the settlers who had been ruined by the failure of the fisheries and the depredations2 of the mice, and who did not share much in the profits of the autumn hunt, were obliged once again to seek their old port of refuge at Pembina.
Among these was the Swiss family Morel. André went, because he did not wish to remain comparatively idle in the colony during the long months of winter. Elise went for the purpose of keeping house—perhaps we should say keeping hut—for André. Fred Jenkins went because he wanted to learn more about Indian ways and customs, as well as to perfect himself in the art of hunting the buffalo—that was all!
There were some who did not believe what the bold seaman5 said. Elise Morel was one of these—perhaps the most unbelieving amongst them.
Indeed, she laughed quite hilariously6 when his motive7 was reported to her by Billie Sinclair the day before they started.
“Why do you laugh so?” inquired Little Bill, who was always more or less in a state of surprise when he got upon this subject with Elise.
“It is not easy to say, Billie,” answered the girl, with another pleasant little laugh, “but it is so funny that a sailor should take such a fancy to come out here, so far away from his native element, and find so much interest in snow-shoe walking and Indian customs.”
“Yes, isn’t it?” responded the boy, “and him such a fine big man, too, who has gone through so much, and seen so many lands, and been in such a lot o’ fights with pirates, and all that kind of thing. I can’t understand him at all. I wish I understood him better, for I like him very much. Don’t you?”
Elise was so much taken up with what she was doing at the time that she could not answer the question, and Billie was in such a wandering state of mind that he neglected to press it!
Daniel Davidson also went to Pembina that winter, because he could not bear to press the subject of his marriage just after the destruction of his and old McKay’s crops by mice—a disaster which told rather heavily on both families. When winter had passed away, he, along with many others, returned to the colony and made preparations for going out to the plains for the spring hunt with the buffalo runners.
“You will better not be goin’ wi’ them,” said Duncan McKay senior to his younger son, some days before the hunters had arranged to set out. “It will not be safe after your trial, for the half-breeds are mad at you, Tuncan.”
If the old man had been wise enough to have left his son alone, Duncan junior would probably have remained where he was; but the mere8 offer of advice roused in him the spirit of opposition9, and that reference to the half-breeds decided10 him.
“If all the half-breeds in Rud River wass to go as mad as buffalo-bulls wi’ their tails cut off, I would go,” said Duncan junior, with quiet decision of tone and manner, as he lighted his pipe.
“Ay, it iss that same you would do if you wass to be hanged to-morrow for doin’ it, Tuncan,” returned the old man testily11, as he fired cloudlets in rapid succession from his compressed lips.
Duncan junior was equally firm in replying to his sister’s remonstrances12 later in the day.
“You know, dear Duncan,” she said, “that, although I believe you to be quite innocent, most of the half-breeds are of the opposite opinion, and some of them are very revengeful, especially when they think they have been deceived or unjustly treated.”
“I do not fear the half-breeds,” replied the youth gruffly.
“Of course you don’t, Duncan, but you know that, though most of them are good, trusty men, some are mean fellows, who would not hesitate to shoot you in the smoke and confusion of the hunt. Do give up the idea, for my sake, dear.”
“I would do much for your sake, Elspie, but not this, for it iss showin’ the white feather I am, they will be sayin’, and, as father often says, that iss what must never be true of a McKay.”
Accordingly, Duncan junior mounted his horse, and accompanied Dan, Peter, Fergus, Okématan, Morel, Jenkins, and others to the plains, where they found that the main body of the hunters, under Antoine Dechamp, had arrived just before them. Kateegoose was also there, and La Certe, who once more tried his fortune at the chase under all the advantages of a new cart and horse, a new gun, and a new outfit—all received on credit—to be paid for by the proceeds of the chase, as the creditors13, hoping against hope, tried to believe; never to be paid for at all, as the easy-going La Certe more than half suspected—though he was far too honest a man to admit that even to himself.
Of course, Slowfoot was with him—amiable, meek14, and silent as ever. And so was Baby La Certe, a five-year-old by that time, and obviously a girl with a stronger penchant15 than ever for tobacco!
“The buffalo have been found already,” said Dechamp to Dan Davidson, as the latter rode into camp at the head of his party. “Bourassin has just come in with the report that they are in great numbers away to the nor’-west, so we will make a fair start first thing in the morning.”
“Why did you let him come?” he said in an under-tone to Dan, as they were tying up the horses.
“How could I prevent him?” replied Dan.
Next morning all was bustle17, eager expectation, and lively conversation in the camp. Archie was there again, promoted to the condition of a full-fledged hunter by the possession of a gun. Little Bill was there also. He had improved so much in health and strength that he was permitted to ride with the runners on a pony18; but was to content himself with viewing the battle from afar—that is, well in rear.
“Now, Little Bill,” said Archie, with the seriousness of a grandfather, as they galloped20 with the hunters over the rolling plains, across which were streaming the first beams of the rising sun, “you must promise me to keep well in rear, and on no account to join in the chase. It’s of no use to go in without a gun, you know, and there is great risk when in the thick of it, that you may come across a bullet or two. You’ll have all the fun without the danger, Little Bill.”
“All right, old boy; I’ll do my best.”
“Hallo, Archie!” cried Jenkins, galloping21 up alongside, with the blunderbuss in his left hand, “I’ve bin3 lookin’ for you, lad. It’s not easy to spy out a friend in such a shoal o’ queer craft. Are ’ee goin’ to sail alongside o’ me this bout4?”
“Of course I am, Fred. A man that can steer22 his way by compass over such a sea o’ grass is worth holding on to.”
“Well, then, heave ahead. We’ll hunt in couples. I see they’re gettin’ into line o’ battle, which means that the enemy’s in view.”
The sailor was right. Buffalo were seen grazing in the far distance, and the cavalcade23 was getting into line so as to advance in good order.
As on a former occasion, they approached at a slow pace until the animals began to lift their heads and throw inquiring glances in the direction from which the mounted host came. Then the word was given to trot24, and, finally, to charge.
The rush on this occasion was even more tremendous than on the former, for there were considerably25 more men, and a larger herd26 of buffalo.
The lumbering27 heavy gait of the latter at the first start did not suggest the racing28 speed to which the clumsy creatures attained29 when they were hard pressed. Soon the dropping shots of the fast riders swelled30 into the rattling31 musketry of the real fight, and ere long the plain became strewed32 with dead and wounded animals, while smoke and dust obscured the air.
There was no order maintained after the first onset33. Every man seemed to fight for his own hand. Crossing and re-crossing and firing recklessly in all directions, it seemed a very miracle that no fatal accidents occurred. Minor34 ones there were. Archie and his nautical35 comrade witnessed a few of these.
“I say, look at Bourassin!” exclaimed the former, pointing to the left with his nose—both hands being fully36 engaged with gun and bridle37.
The seaman’s eye turned in the direction indicated, and he beheld38 Bourassin’s horse stopped by the hairy forehead of a buffalo-bull, while Bourassin himself was in the act of describing a magnificent parabolic curve over the buffalo’s back. He alighted on his back, fortunately on a low bush, a yard or two beyond the buffalo’s tail.
“Killed!” exclaimed Jenkins, anxiously, as he turned his horse in the direction of the fallen man.
But the seaman was wrong. The hunter did indeed lie flat and motionless for a few seconds—which was just as well, for it gave the bull time to toss off the horse, turn, and leap over the prostrate39 man in continuing its flight; but in another moment Bourassin was on his feet, soon caught his trembling horse, remounted, and continued the chase.
A little further on they saw Peter Davidson’s horse put his foot in a badger-hole, the result of which was that the horse rolled over in one direction, while the expert Peter, tumbling cleverly to one side, rolled away in another direction like a Catherine-wheel. Both horse and man arose unhurt, and, like Bourassin, continued the chase.
“Necks ain’t easy broke in this here country,” remarked the seaman, as Archie pushed past him in pursuit of a fat young cow.
“Not often. Necks are tough, you see, and ground is mostly soft,” cried Archie, as he fired and dropped the cow.
“Who’s that away to the right, ridin’ like a madman after a calf40?” asked Jenkins, overtaking Archie, who was recharging his gun at the gallop19.
“Who—where?” cried the boy, looking impatiently round.
“Keep cool, lad! Whatever condition you chance to be in, whether of danger or safety, always keep cool. For why?—it makes you comfortable, or more fit for action, as the case may be. See, the fellow over there half-hidden by smoke.”
“Why, that’s Duncan McKay. You might know him by his hat.”
“I ain’t a good judge o’ hats,” remarked the seaman, as he fired at a bull and missed it. “Ha! that comes o’ firin’ at long range,” he said. “It was at least six yards off, an’ I can’t count on the old blunderbuss beyond five. Better luck next time!”
“Hallo! Jenkins, did you hear that?”
“What?”
“Very likely, lad. There’s many a cropper a-goin’ on just now, an’ we can’t all expect to come off scot-free.”
“The voice sounded like that of Fergus,” said Archie, “but I can see nothing for smoke now. Is that a man on the ground over there?”
“Don’t know, Archie. Out o’ the way, lad; there’s another chance. Must get closer this time.”
The tide of the chase swept on with irresistible42 fury, and not one of all the band saw that the man who had fallen did not rise.
Following close in rear, and profoundly excited with this new and wild experience of life, came Little Bill, galloping along on his pony.
The poor boy had either greatly benefited by his recent adventures, or a change had taken place in his constitution, for he rode with ease, and found that he could walk considerable distances without the old weary feeling of exhaustion43.
As Little Bill passed over the prairie, which resembled a field of battle where, not men, but buffaloes44 had been the combatants, he came suddenly upon the dismounted hunter, who lay prone45 upon his face.
“Poor man!” thought Little Bill, pulling up and dismounting, “he seems to have been badly stunned46.”
Stooping down he turned the fallen man over on his back with some difficulty, and then discovered, to his consternation47, that it was young Duncan McKay, and that blood was flowing from a wound in his side.
The shock at first deprived Billie of the power to do anything, but in a very few minutes his strong common sense returned, and his first act was to open Duncan’s coat and stanch48 the wound. This he accomplished49 by means of a strip torn off the poor man’s cotton shirt, and the long red worsted belt with which the hunter’s capote was bound. Then he took from his pocket a small bottle of water, with which he had provided himself in case of need, and poured a little into Duncan’s mouth.
The result of these operations was that the fallen man opened his eyes after a while, raised himself on one elbow, and looked round in a dazed manner.
“What iss it that has come over me?” he asked, faintly.
“You have fallen off your horse, I think,” answered the boy, “and I—I’m afraid a bullet has wounded you in the side.”
“Bullet! Side!” exclaimed Duncan, looking quickly down at the bandage, and attempting to rise. “Little Bill, you must—”
He stopped; seemed to grow faint, and fell down; but quickly raised himself again on one elbow and looked round.
“Shot!—dying!” he muttered; then turning to the boy—“Stay by me, Little Bill. Don’t leave me here all alone.”
“No, I won’t leave you, unless—perhaps it would be better if I rode back to camp for help.”
“True, true. It’s my only chance,” said the poor man, faintly. “Go, Billie, and go quick. Put something under my head. And—stay—leave your gun with me.”
“I’m so sorry I haven’t got one, but here is my bottle of water; you may want that, and—”
He stopped, for Duncan had evidently fainted again.
The poor boy was terribly alarmed at this. He had wit enough to perceive that prompt action was needed, for his friend was in very great danger, while the buffalo runners were by that time out of sight in front, and the camp was far behind. In this crisis Billie acted with decision. First making the bandage over the wound more secure, and pouring a little more water into the mouth of the wounded man, he went to a clump50 of willows51, and cut a stout52 switch, then, remounting, he turned on his track and made straight for the camp as fast as his willing pony could be made to lay hoof53 to the ground.
Arrived there, to his great relief he found the Cree chief Okématan, for that eccentric individual had, owing to some unknown reason, refrained from joining in the hunt that day. La Certe was also there.
In a few minutes, mounted on a fresh horse, Little Bill was galloping over the prairie, acting54 as guide to Okématan, while La Certe followed them, driving a cart with a couple of buffalo-robes in it.
That night, instead of rejoicing in the camp of the buffalo runners after their successful hunt, there was uneasiness and gloom, for Duncan McKay lay in his tent dangerously wounded, and it was generally believed that the shot which laid him low had been fired not by accident, but with deliberate intent to kill.
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creditors
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pony
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