When they won to the darkness of the forest without discovery, he breathed more freely, and pushed on along an ill-defined track, which he seemed to know well. As the night wore on, he grew unutterably tired, and once when he was overtaken by a fit of coughing, which left him terribly[259] exhausted7, Joy suggested that they should rest for a little while.
“Are you too tired to continue?” he asked.
“Oh no,” she answered quickly.
“Then we will keep on.”
“But you are not fit to do so,” she protested. “Your cough——”
“What do I matter?” he replied with a mirthless laugh. “I am done for in any case, and we must be a long way from here before morning. This is the only service I shall ever be able to render you, and you are not going to deny me the chance of atonement which it gives, are you?”
“I was not thinking of that!” answered Joy gently. “I was thinking only of you.”
“And I am thinking only of you!” he retorted quickly. “I have thought of myself too long. I am very glad to have this opportunity of service, however I may regret the circumstances.”
“I am very grateful to you,” was Joy’s reply, and without further words they started anew upon their way.
Once they stopped, and ate a little food which had been prepared before leaving the cabin, and then pushed on until dawn, when a fire was lit, and a halt for a couple of hours was made. At the end of that time they resumed their desperate journey, and an hour later struck the river for which Dick Bracknell had been making. A look of relief came on his haggard face as he saw it.
“It will be easier now,” he said, “and unless the Indians have removed we shall reach the encampment all right now.”
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“Unless those men overtake us!”
“Yes! In that case we are up a tree.”
“And of course if the Indians are hospitable8 we—- Ah! Look there?”
She indicated a point a little way up the river. A man had emerged from the trees. He stood there regarding them for a moment, then without a sign he withdrew.
“An Indian,” said Joy quickly. “I am sure of it!”
“Yes,” answered Dick Bracknell slowly, “an Indian. But he may be one of these men who are following us. The question is, what are we to do? Our way lies up river.”
“Perhaps it will be better if we take to the woods again,” suggested Miss La Farge.
“There is little to be gained by doing that,” replied Bracknell. “The man has seen us, and if he is hostile he will follow. The only course, I think, is to keep straight on.”
They were still discussing when Joy broke in.
“The question is solved for us,” she said quickly. “There are men in the wood behind us. See!”
She had scarcely spoken when an Indian stepped from the wood, and another followed, and another until seven men stood on the trail.
“How!” said the leader, approaching them.
Bracknell replied to the salutation, and the man spoke9 to his companions who drew nearer, apparently10 quite friendly disposed to them. Then came a change. One of the men stepped forward, looked at the white man, and gave a sudden exclamation11. Then he turned towards his companions[261] and addressed them volubly. Joy strove to catch what he was saying, but the dialect in which he spoke was strange to her, and she could make nothing of his words. It was clear to her, however, that the man was excited, and as he spoke the excitement communicated itself to his companions. Joy looked at Dick Bracknell for an explanation, and found that his face was very white.
“What is it?” she asked quickly. “Something has gone wrong?”
“Yes, terribly wrong. These men will be merciless. I have done you my last dis-service.”
“What do you mean?” she questioned, as she looked at the gesticulating natives.
“I did this tribe a grave wrong, two years ago. One of the men has recognized me, and I think there is little hope for us. We might put up a fight, but it would probably be little use, and would certainly jeopardize12 your life as well as mine. If they get me, they may let you go. It is worth trying. I will explain and perhaps——” He broke off and took a step forward.
“What are you going to do?” inquired Joy sharply.
“Just going to try what a little explanation will do,” he answered, “a little explanation coupled with persuasion13.”
“No!” she replied quickly. “You are going to make a bargain with those men. I know you are, and I shall not agree. We stand or fall together.”
“Do you think you are wise?” he asked.
“I do not know whether I am wise or not,” she[262] answered firmly. “But I keep the faith of the trail, and I shall not leave you in the lurch14. Neither will Babette, I am sure.”
As he regarded her, a strange look came into his eyes, a look of mingled15 pride and pain.
“Joy,” he said brokenly, “you are a great woman and I was never worthy16 of you!... You can take your chances with me if you like. When I come to think upon it they are perhaps as good as those that wandering in the wilderness, short of stores, offers. They may spare you; who knows? And it is coming spring. You can feel it in the air. A few days and the river will begin to break up, and then will come white men, prospectors17 and what not. You may have a chance.”
“It is by that chance I shall abide,” Joy replied, “and not by any that leaves you to the mercy of savages19.”
The Indians finished their confabulation and the leader stepped forward again, and with lowering looks addressed himself to Dick Bracknell, who nodded and then handed over his pistol and hunting knife, and with his back to Joy addressed her in warning.
“Keep your pistol out of sight, Joy. These brutes20 will not suspect you are carrying one, and we may yet find it very useful. They demand that we accompany them to their encampment up the river. I have agreed, since there is nothing else that I can do. I do not think they will hurt you or Miss La Farge—yet.”
A few minutes later they started and presently arrived at an encampment consisting of perhaps a[263] score of tepees. Dogs greeted their coming noisily, children and women came out of the skin tents to look at them, and a few men joined their captors as they moved towards the centre of the camp. Just as they halted, a tall Indian came out of one of the tents, and by his side tottered21 a man who seemed incredibly old, but though his step was feeble, his eyes were keen, and as they fell on Dick Bracknell they lighted with sudden ferocity, and as she caught the glare he directed towards them, Joy felt the clutch of fear at her heart.
“Who is that old man?” she asked. “He knows you. I saw the recognition leap in his eyes.”
“He is the Shaman—the tribal22 witch-doctor, you know. I am afraid his recognition of me is not a propitious23 one. He is a ferocious24 old beast, and he owes me one.”
“What have you done to the tribe,” asked Joy curiously25, “that all of them should be against you?”
Bracknell laughed shortly. “I am afraid I cannot unfold the record of that particular sin for your gaze. It was a wild, mad thing, but it seemed all right at the time. Now I think I shall have to pay for it—and you too. I seem to be your evil genius,” he added penitently26.
Joy did not reply. She was watching the proceedings27 of the Shaman, who after listening to their captors, tottered up to Bracknell and surveyed him with eyes that were gloating and cruel. Joy shuddered28 as she read the evil triumph in the old savage18’s face, and looked at her husband. Apparently he was altogether composed, and there was a contemptuous look on his haggard face. Joy was[264] conscious of a certain thrill of pride as she looked at him. Dick Bracknell might have many weaknesses, but cowardice29 was not one of them. Then the Shaman spoke, mumbling30 through toothless gums, and though she did not understand a single word of what he was saying, Joy caught the rasping menace in his voice and shuddered again. The Shaman laughed as he broke off, a throaty, croaking31 laugh, which seemed unutterably evil; and a moment later they were hurried to one of the tepees and the skin door was thrown together and lashed32 outside. In the darkness, Joy spoke.
“What was that old savage saying to you, Dick?”
Bracknell laughed shortly. “Oh, he was promising33 himself pleasure and me pain, indeed my pain was to be his pleasure.”
“Ah! You mean they are going to torture you?”
“I shouldn’t wonder!”
“Will they be long before——?”
“Tonight, I fancy! It seems the tribe is in luck. A couple of moose were killed this morning, and a potlatch—sort of tribal bean-feast, you know—is arranged for tonight and most of them will gorge34. The Shaman will no doubt arrange some form of entertainment in which I shall take a star part!”
“Oh, it is dreadful!” cried Joy.
In the darkness she heard Dick Bracknell draw his breath sharply, and a second later a hand touched hers. She did not shrink, but remained[265] quite still, and then heard him speak in a broken, stammering35 whisper—
“My dear ... I’m infernally sorry ... to have brought you into this mess, I ... I——”
“We shall have to get away before,” broke in Joy’s voice. “We can’t remain here and wait for a thing like that to happen.”
“What will it matter?” he asked lightly. “It will be the end—for me. But if it will save you, I do not care.”
Joy did not answer, she knew that he was sincere, but she did not know what to say, and presently he spoke again—
“I do not know what we can do. If we try to get away they will follow, and they will travel faster than we shall. And besides, with the food gone the attempt would be hopeless. One cannot go into the wilderness without grub.”
They sat discussing the situation quietly, and outside, the clamour of the camp grew. Once Joy, finding a small hole in the tent, peeped out. On the edge of the encampment a great fire had been lit, and around it a number of women and men were engaged in trampling36 the snow hard. She guessed that it was there that the potlatch was to be held, and wondered what would happen when the Indians had feasted. The uncouth37 figures moving to and fro, and cut out from the deepening darkness by the glow of the fire, seemed inconceivably wild and grotesque38, and once, when the strange form of the Shaman shuffled39 into view, and stood gesticulating and pointing to the tepee, she shuddered.
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She knew that these men were as the men of the Stone Age, that pity was a quality to which they were strangers, and that they would do things which, merely to think of, made her shake with terror.
“Oh,” she cried sharply, “is there nothing that we——”
“Hush!” broke in Dick Bracknell’s voice peremptorily40. “Listen!”
All three listened. Some one was fumbling41 at the back of the tent, then presently there came a ripping noise, and a voice whispered, “Are you there?”
Even at that moment Joy Gargrave’s heart leaped as she recognized it.
“Yes, Corporal Bracknell. Your cousin, Babette and myself are here.”
“Can you move? Are you free?”
“Quite free.”
“Wait a moment, then.” The sound of slitting42 hide was heard once more, then came the corporal’s voice again, “You must slip out through the hole I have cut. Quickly! There is not a moment to lose.”
Joy felt herself propelled forward and thrust through the opening which the corporal had cut, and whilst another pair of hands guided her, caught Dick Bracknell’s whisper, “Now—Miss La Farge!”
Babette slipped out, and two seconds later Dick Bracknell followed.
“This way,” said the corporal quickly. “As silently as you can.”
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He led the way through the darkness to the river bank, and as they began to descend43 he whispered to Joy—
“Your boy Jim, and my man Sibou, are waiting for us with the dogs, a little way off.”
“Then Jim is safe?”
“Yes, he found me, and told me what had happened to—— By George, listen!”
An ear-splitting yell sounded from the direction of the encampment. It was followed by another, and that by a great clamour.
“They have discovered our escape,” said Dick Bracknell grimly. “Hurry! where are you taking us, Roger? Have you a rifle?”
“Yes! I have a rifle——”
“Then give it me. Listen to that! The hunt is up. Give me the gun. I’ll hold the pass.”
As he spoke he laughed a laugh that sounded harshly in the night, then broke off. “Great Scott! They’re in front of us already! Look there!”
The dark figures had appeared on the snow in front, but the corporal quickly dispelled44 the fears their appearance had awakened45.
“My man, and the boy Jim! Hurry! Those beggars behind are following fast.”
Dick Bracknell looked round. Against the red glare of the great camp fire half a score of dark figures showed plainly. They were running towards the fugitives46. An exultant47 yell told the latter that they had been seen.
“For God’s sake, give me the rifle, and get the[268] girls away, Roger, old man. I’m crocked, and can’t travel fast, but I can hold those devils back.”
“But—but——”
“Can’t you see this is my chance of doing the decent thing? For God’s sake don’t deny me, man!”
Roger Bracknell looked into his cousin’s haggard face, and understood. Silently he put his rifle into his cousin’s hand, and unbuckling his bandolier, threw it on him.
“Thanks, old man! Thanks, awfully48!”
“I’ll send my man to back you, and when I’ve started the girls I’ll return myself.”
“No!” replied Dick Bracknell. “You go with them. You must! It’s necessary.” He lifted the rifle as he spoke and sighting at the foremost of the pursuers pulled the trigger.
“One!” he said exultantly49, as one of the running shadows toppled into the snow. “The beggars aren’t thinking of the light behind them.... Go!” he said again. “Go with the girls and send your man. Let me play the hero for once.... Man!” he blazed suddenly, “can’t you see it is all that is left to me.”
“Yes,” replied his cousin, “I can see it, and I’ll go. But you must promise me that you won’t stay longer than——”
The rifle cracked again, and then Dick Bracknell replied. “I’ll promise anything you like if you’ll only go and get Joy away.”
Then, very reluctantly, Corporal Bracknell went.
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savage
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