That young gentleman rode along the lower trail, as confident as anyone could be that he was right and Nick was wrong. He did not press Jill, for the pony1 had done considerable hard riding during the day, but he arrived at the end of his brief journey a little in advance of the other.
“I knew it,” he said at the moment of catching2 sight of the pool of clear water, which, like the spring, was slightly to the right of the path; “there aren’t many brighter boys than Nick, but he makes his mistake once in a while, like other folks.”
And then, as his pony walked forward to drink, his rider gave out the signal intended to summon Nick to the spot.
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“He will feel cheap when he finds he is wrong, but he is manly3 enough to own up to it, and admit that some folks know——”
Sitting astride of his animal while he was helping4 himself to a drink, Herbert made good use of his eyes. Just then he observed that, though the pool resembled a natural spring, it was not. It was fed by a stream pouring into the upper portion, as large as that which formed the outlet5, while there was no bubbling from the bottom.
“Whew!” whistled the astonished youth; “it begins to look as if it wasn’t Nick that had made a slip—hello!”
At that moment the call came ringing down from the upper trail. The matter was settled. Nick had struck the right spot, and all Herbert could do was to ride back along the path to the fork and join him.
He was on the point of starting back, when it occurred to him that it might be possible to shorten the distance by cutting across the neck of land, as talked about before they parted. The promise of being able to do so looked more encouraging from below than above.
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Slipping down from the saddle, Herbert began picking his way through the rough portion, and advanced several rods before reaching a section where a horse would find the travelling difficult.
“He could make his way this far easily enough,” he said, halting and looking back, “but it doesn’t seem so easy further on.”
He advanced more carefully, for he was beginning to doubt the feasibility of the plan. It will be readily seen that while he was so uncertain as to the best course, he was consuming more time than he suspected. Night was rapidly closing in, and he was still debating what was best to do, when he noticed the increasing cold.
“It’s the norther, sure enough!” he exclaimed, starting back to mount his horse; “a little late, but it’s getting there all the same.”
In fact it “got there” with such emphasis that, before Herbert could force his way to the pool of water, lie thought he would freeze to death. There was no need of answering the signal of Nick, and, catching sight of the outlines[135] of what seemed a mass of rocks in the darkness, he made for them, intent only on securing shelter for the moment, or until the cutting wind abated7 enough to allow him to venture out to recover his horse.
Meanwhile, the latter, who had had more than one previous experience with northers, was trying to help himself somewhat after the same fashion as his master. Since the arctic breath from the distant Rocky Mountains came from the north, Jill began edging away from it by taking the back trail, just as cattle drift before a long continued and violent storm of sleet8 and snow.
It must not be supposed that the pony held any purpose of deserting his master. He had never tried to do anything of the kind, and it would be injustice9 to accuse him in the present instance; but the instinct of self-preservation was as strong in him as in any other animal, and he saw no other way of lessening10 his sufferings than by edging along the back trail.
When he reached the fork where the two paths separated, he may have recalled his situation and he may not. Be that as it may,[136] it was too much to expect him to face about and advance in the teeth of the norther, before which he had retreated so far, unless he was compelled to do so. No one was there to urge him with spur, and instead, therefore, of turning his course, he kept on.
He had moved so reluctantly to this point that he did not reach it until Nick Ribsam knelt down a short distance off and put his ear to the ground. By this time, too, it probably struck Jill that he was moving more slowly than was wise. He therefore struck a quicker gait, speedily passing beyond hearing in the gloom, and leaving Nick puzzled, mystified, and anxious beyond expression.
All this time, Herbert Watrous never dreamed that his pony was steadily11 increasing the distance between them. If he had known it, he could have taken no steps to prevent the mishap12, for his whole mental and physical energies were bent13 toward saving himself from perishing with the fearful cold.
Nothing could have been more fortunate than his finding a small cavern14. It was really providential that he should stumble upon it,[137] and he would have fared ill had he failed to do so. It was of slight extent, being no more than a dozen feet in depth, and of such narrow compass that he bumped his head or struck his limbs against the sides at every movement he made.
Crouching15 in the furthest corner, he huddled16 himself together as best he could, and concluded there was hope of seeing the thing through, provided it got no worse.
“If it drops another degree, I’m a goner!” he muttered, as well as he could between his chattering17 teeth. “I don’t see what’s the use of having such weather as this in Texas, when we can get all we want at the North Pole. It beats anything I ever heard of in Maine; I’m glad Nick has the blankets, for he must need them.”
For fully6 two hours Herbert shrank in his place, in the cavity among the rocks. During most of that time, the wind moaned around the front, as if seeking him out that it might freeze his very marrow18. The hardest thing for him was to comprehend that he was actually in Texas, where but a brief while[138] before the temperature was like a poet’s dream.
There was one thing, however, which he comprehended very clearly. If he stayed where he was much longer, he would never come out alive. He had not heard the second signal of Nick, but was confident that he was able to take care of himself, with his almost unlimited19 supply of blankets.
There was one way of warming himself: that was by vigorous exercise. That might not answer perfectly20, but it must help matters. He, therefore, crept out of his refuge, and began making his way down to the pool near which he had left his pony. The gloom was too profound for him to see anything distinctly, and he came within a hair of pitching headlong into the water, along the edges of which a thin coating of ice had formed.
It was at this time that Herbert was gratified to notice a decided21 rising of the temperature. The relief was great, but not enough wholly to relieve his sufferings. He called his pony by name, but of course there was no response.
“He has been more sensible than me,” he[139] concluded, “for he has gone to the spring, where Nick has started a fire for him and made them all comfortable while I suffered.”
The reader need not be reminded that once again Herbert was off in his reckoning.
He spent the next ten minutes in jumping about, swinging his arms, and going through the most violent gymnastics possible. The effect was good. His benumbed limbs became supple22, the chilled surface began glowing, and a grateful warmth crept through his entire system.
It would have been folly23 to try to reach Nick by working across the neck of bowlders and obstructions24, and he started down the trail in the direction taken by Jill, though he was a long way behind him.
This required no little care, even though he was following a distinctly marked trail. In the darkness he received several severe bruises25, besides tumbling flat on his face more than once. But he kept his wits about him, and made sure that he did not pass the fork, where it was necessary to turn off and follow the[140] trail taken by Nick, and which had proven to be the right one.
Here it was necessary to use still greater care than before, for the route was strange to him, and might contain dangerous pitfalls26.
“Nick will wonder what’s become of me,” he reflected, maintaining as lively a pace as he dared, “but I hope he hasn’t worried—halloo! that’s good!” he added, as he caught the twinkle of a fire; “that’s where I will find the good fellow, who has known enough to take care of himself and the ponies27, and would have done the same with me if I hadn’t been so foolish.”
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