Ahead of them the woods were burning to left and right. Hardly any flame was visible, but the forest was choking with smoke and full of the sharp smell of burning cedar1. In the distance they could hear the roar of the flames and the occasional crash of falling trees. To save the apiary2 looked hopeless.
“How in the world did it ever spring up so suddenly?” exclaimed Carl.
“Don’t know. But we can’t get through this way. Got to go round it!” gasped3 his brother, and they plunged4 into the woods again.
Though they were not far from the lake they had to make a wide detour6 to the west to reach it. What they could do when they got there they hardly knew, but the bees meant everything to them. They could not let the apiary burn without a fight.
Stumbling through the smoke, they reached the lake shore at last. Clouds of smoke drifted over the water, and the fire crashed and roared. Two hundred yards away they saw the beehives dimly and ran toward them. They had not yet been touched, but the fire was burning straight toward the yard, through the rubbish-ricks along the shore.
“Can we clear a belt around them?” cried Carl, doubtfully.
“Too late!” said Bob. “Can’t start any counter-fire either. Can’t we move them out of the way somehow?”
Standing7 in bitter perplexity they looked from the apiary to the woods. The fire was coming down the eastern shore; the hives were at the southern end and would certainly be consumed when the conflagration8 rounded the foot of the lake. There was not much flame in sight, but dense9 smoke rolled across the water, and hot ashes were falling in showers. These might start fresh fires anywhere.
“We’ll get trapped here ourselves if we don’t make haste!” Carl exclaimed.
Bob went down to the shore and dashed water over himself.
“If we only had the boat we could ferry them off!” he said, and then uttered a loud exclamation10.
“A raft! a raft! That’s the thing, Carl. Make a raft!”
“Yes, float ’em across the lake,” cried Carl. “Or up to the island. That’ll be best. Let’s get the logs together!”
Halfway11 up the lake, barely visible through the smoke, was the little islet. It was barely twenty yards in diameter, but there was nothing on it to burn, and it would be a safe refuge if they could get the bees to it.
Bob had already begun to chop furiously into a dead pine log. There was plenty of timber scattered12 along the shore, and, better still, there was the lumber13 and the nails that they had brought for the winter case. Time, only, was lacking.
Both boys rushed about frantically14 through the smoke. They dislodged the logs that lay nearest the water, hewed15 off the large limbs, and rolled the trunks down to the shore. Splashing in and out of the shallow water, they succeeded at last in getting half a dozen small tree trunks afloat together. Carl dragged down boards from the lumber pile, and Bob spiked16 them down with the back of his ax for a hammer.
“We’ll never do it!” Carl choked.
But they hauled in fresh timbers, more boards, and nailed them to the first section. The smoke was growing hotter and thicker; they could plainly feel the fierce breath of the fire itself. Pieces of flaming bark and branches were beginning to rain down. A partridge, blinded by the smoke, whirred over their heads and tumbled into the water.
Working frantically, they managed to put together a few more square feet of raft and cover it with lumber. It was a rickety affair, but it must serve as it was. There was no time to do any more.
“Now all aboard with the bees!” Bob shouted.
He wiped his streaming eyes, seized upon the nearest hive, splashed with it into the shallow water, and set it on the raft. The bees were not flying, but the smoke and heat had caused them to cluster out on the entrances in great lumps. It was impossible to handle the hives without crushing bees, and when this happened they stung savagely19.
But it was no time to think of stings, and the boys hardly noticed them. The hives were a heavy weight, however; they were stuffed with willow-herb honey; some of them must have weighed eighty pounds, and the most distant had to be carried over a hundred feet to the raft. It was hardly possible to handle these single-handed.
Already the fire had burst out around the corner of the lake, and the dry wood around the apiary was ablaze20. A flame suddenly sprang up in the middle of the yard, but Carl instantly stamped it out and went on with the work. His hands were bleeding; his back felt as if it were broken. He hardly knew how the last hives got on the raft. But suddenly there were no more of the painted boxes on the shore, and his brother was crying frantically to him to come aboard. He waded21 into the water up to his neck, helped to shove the shaky raft off, and swung himself upon the logs. With a couple of long poles the boys worked furiously to push the raft into deep water, but it moved with extreme slowness.
The whole shore was now aflame. Masses of blazing wood, driven by the wind, went hissing22 into the water. The heat and smoke were almost unendurable. But foot by foot the raft crept out into the lake till the water grew so deep that they could no longer reach bottom. They were forced to use the poles as sweeps, and their progress became still slower.
“We’ll save them! We’ll do it!” cried Bob, exultantly23.
But they were far from safe. They were about a hundred feet from shore, and the heat was intense. Fire flooded over the whole ground where the apiary had stood. On the raft the air was scorching24, and presently honey and melted wax began to ooze25 from one of the hives. The combs were melting down.
Carl leaned over the edge and dashed water over all the hives, and it steamed up from the hot wood. But he kept splashing them till they cooled somewhat; meanwhile Bob was working hard at the pole. Presently, by good luck, they passed over a shoal spot, and they dug the poles into the bottom, gaining several yards.
“What is it?” exclaimed Bob.
“Some one out there—I saw him through the smoke—just for a second!” the boy gasped.
They both gazed intently. The drifting smoke-clouds shrouded28 all the scene. Then, as they blew aside a little, both the boys saw a human figure, a man, roughly dressed, dodging29 up the shore at full speed to escape the fire.
“Larue!” exclaimed Bob.
“That’s who it was! For a minute I was afraid it might be Alice come to look for us,” said Carl. “But what can that fellow be doing here?”
“He must have got caught on the other shore, and is running around the lake to dodge30 it. Why, Carl, you don’t suppose—”
“No, I really don’t think he’d do such a thing,” Carl answered. “To try to burn out the apiary would be too much. He’s making for home. I suppose he’s afraid the fire may burn down that way.”
There was no time then to speculate upon him any further. The air was a trifle fresher now, but the raft seemed to be growing more shaky every minute, and the boys were afraid it would actually fall to pieces. They had to propel it with the utmost care, but sparks no longer fell on them, and the little island was growing nearer.
Still it took another quarter of an hour of slow and anxious navigation before they grounded the raft on the island. They jumped into the water and began to unload the hives at once, setting them down anywhere on the stony32 ground. This was another heavy task, but when it was done they wiped their streaming faces, and breathed more freely.
Even here the air was thick with smoke, but it was not hot. Driving before the breeze, the fire seemed to be burning south and west from the lake and was now progressing up the western bank. Probably it would burn for miles, but nothing could be done now to check it.
“You don’t think it’ll go near our cabin, do you?” asked Carl suddenly.
“Not unless the wind shifts,” answered Bob. “But I think we ought to get back there as soon as we can. No telling what may happen.”
“I suppose we can leave the bees here all right till the fire’s out,” said Carl, looking critically around him. “But how are we going to get ashore ourselves?”
They did not relish33 the idea of trying to paddle the raft over the half mile of water to land, and besides they preferred to leave it where it was for use when they should remove the bees from the island. Both of them could swim, but neither felt equal to a swim of that distance, especially as they were nearly exhausted34 already. So for a time they sat still on the island, closely surrounded by murmuring masses of their bees, till it was nearly noon, and they began to grow desperately35 hungry.
“It seems to me a thousand years since I had breakfast,” said Carl. “Nothing for it but to swim, I guess.”
They looked and dreaded36, but there was really no easier way. Stripping off their already soaked clothes, they made them into two bundles, which they tied at their necks, and each took a loose plank37 from the raft to serve as a float. With this support there was no danger of sinking, though it made their progress somewhat slow, and in half an hour they stepped ashore on the mainland.
The shore was still hot here where the fire had passed, and they had to go up the lake for half a mile before they found a way around the burned area. Here the fire seemed to have started, spreading southward, and they wondered again what had been its origin.
This necessary detour made it a long tramp home, and they were very tired, blackened, and hungry when they came in sight of the cabin, and perceived Alice scouting38 about on the trail in front, evidently on the lookout39 for them.
“Oh, boys!” she exclaimed, hastening toward them. “Are you all right? I’ve been almost out of my mind with fright. I could see the smoke, and I thought—I didn’t know what might happen. I knew you’d try to save the bees. Are they all burned up?”
“Not a bit of it,” said Carl. “We rafted them off into the lake.”
“Good! But I don’t care for anything, as long as you’re both safe. You must be hungry. I’ve had dinner ready for hours. I thought of trying to carry a lunch to you, but I was afraid I might miss you.”
“Oh, no. Only the smoke was thick. The bees have been frightened and cross all the morning. The fire seems to me to be heading down the river, toward Indian Slough41. I hope it doesn’t get to Larue’s place.”
The boys washed off the ashes and soot42, sat down to the delayed dinner, and ate with appetites worthy43 of what they had gone through. Now that the physical strain was over, they felt the effects of it, and they ached in every muscle. They were disinclined to do anything after dinner, and they all sat outside the cabin and watched the apparent progress of the fire, as indicated by the smoke over the tree-tops. It was certainly burning down toward the river, but far below them, and it seemed to be rather decreasing than spreading. Bob fancied it had encountered a wet piece of woodland that had given it a check. The sky was overcast44 besides, looking as if rain might fall before morning. On the whole, things looked safe enough; so the boys went to bed soon after dark, and slept heavily.
“Get up!” Bob was saying. “Put on your clothes. Hurry!”
Very sleepily Carl obeyed, without knowing what was the matter. Daylight had just come. In the east the sky was crimsoning46 delicately, but down the river in the southwest, it was all one fierce red glare. A high wind had risen, roaring through the trees, and they could see the reflection of the fire on the smoke-clouds, and now and again even the tongues of flame themselves, leaping against the sky.
Alice and Carl were both out-doors, watching in anxiety.
“It isn’t coming this way, is it?” asked Carl, when he had taken in the alarming spectacle.
“No. The wind’s the wrong way,” responded Bob. “But it must be burning down mighty47 near our friend Larue. I believe we ought to take the boat and go down. He may need help.”
“Yes, I’m sure we ought!” Alice urged.
“Seems to me I’ve done enough fire-fighting for awhile,” Carl grumbled48. “Why, yes, of course we must go,” he added. “I’ll be ready in a second. Shall we take our axes?”
“I declare, we left them both at the raft,” said Bob. “Never mind; I dare say we won’t need them. Alice can stay and keep house again.”
“Certainly not!” returned Alice, decisively. “There’s a woman down there and two little girls, and they may need a woman to help them. I’m going along.”
“Well, come along then—but I’d rather you wouldn’t,” said Bob with reluctance49.
They all got into the boat and went down stream as fast as the oars18 and current could carry them. It was growing quite light now, but the morning mists and the pervading50 smoke blurred51 the outline of everything. The sky was clouded and stormy-looking. It might rain. Meanwhile the wind blew strongly and seemed still rising.
“If this wind keeps up and no rain falls, it’ll mean millions of dollars loss, beside—very likely—some lives,” said Bob. “At this rate, it may go right over Morton.”
They had gone a couple of miles down the stream before they really approached the fire zone. Heavy smoke clouds whirled before the wind; farther down the woods a little way in from the water seemed all ablaze on the right-hand shore, though the fire had not jumped the river.
But as they drifted down things did not look so bad. A short distance back from the river, fire was, indeed, fiercely at work, but along the shore there was only occasional burning trees, dead ones that had been ignited by brands drifting through the air. They expected to encounter the squatter53’s canoe, but nothing appeared on the smoky water, and they had come down near the beginning of the big slough when all of them, all at once, were startled by hearing a cry from the shore.
“Listen! What was that? Stop!” yelled Bob
They stopped paddling and listened. Nothing was heard now but the snapping wood. But they had all heard it—a thin, high-pitched scream, like a child’s cry—or perhaps the cry of some lynx or wildcat trapped in the burning forest.
“It was some of the Larues! It was one of the children!” cried Alice.
“Must have been. Let me ashore. I’ll find it!” Carl exclaimed.
“You won’t go into that blazing wood!” ejaculated Bob.
“It isn’t blazing yet, but it soon will be. I can always get back to the river if I’m forced out. No danger. Keep a close lookout for me if I have to run for it.”
Bob looked doubtful, Alice frightened, but Carl shoved the boat a little nearer the land and sprang out into the shallow water. He deliberately54 dipped entirely55 under, came up dripping, and disappeared into the smoky woods, waving a farewell over his shoulder.
The shore was lined with dense thickets56 of willows57 and small hemlocks58, which he brushed through. Pausing, he tried to look about him, but the smoke-haze was so dense that he could not see any distance.
“Any one here?” he shouted. “Larue! Child! Petite!”
But there was no answer. Carl pushed further into the woods. There was no fire yet in sight, and the wind made the air less choking than it had been on the day before, but the smashing and roar of the flames in the forest not a quarter of a mile away was tremendous.
He groped his way forward, calling continually and peering everywhere, till the air grew hot, and he found his progress blocked by a clump59 of dead, blazing spruces.
He backed off then and veered60 to the right, going for several hundred yards in this general direction, but following a very crooked61 course. Despite all his calling and looking, he could find no trace of any human being, and he began to consider the search hopeless. Great sparks and pieces of flaming bark were driving overhead and falling everywhere, starting a hundred fresh fires.
“Guess I’d better see about getting back to the river,” he said to himself. “I’ll get cut off if I’m not careful.”
He wiped his watering eyes and turned in what he thought was the direction of the water. In a few minutes he saw the woods open out before him, and he ran forward. But instead of the river bank, he found himself on the border of Larue’s clearing.
His directions had become confused. But the clearing faced on the slough, at any rate, and he thought he could contrive62 to cross the mud to the river. The open space was so thick with smoke that he could see the house and barn only by glimpses, and the river was entirely out of view.
He ran out into the open ground, passing close to the barn, and the memory came to him of the last time he had seen that place, on the night of the bee raid. Nobody would ever see it again, for it was certainly doomed63 to go in less than an hour.
As he passed, it occurred to him to look in, on the chance that any live animal might have been overlooked there. The inside was dusky and smoky and scattered with dry hay. Carl perceived one of their own supers, which they must have overlooked in removing the stolen honey. And then he caught sight of a wisp of a pink dress in a corner.
He rushed toward it. It was a child, cowering64 down by some empty barrels, and he had no trouble in recognizing the youngest of Larue’s two little girls. He had admired her great black eyes and olive skin already, but now she was grimy, streaked66 with black and ashes, and frightened almost out of her senses.
“Child!” exclaimed Carl. “How did you get here! Where’s your papa?”
“Sais pas,” whimpered the little one. “Je veux aller.”
Carl knew just enough French to gather that she was too bewildered to know anything, and that she wanted to go home. He could not imagine how she had been left here,—unless, indeed, all the rest of the family had perished.
“Come along. I’ll take care of you,” he said, and he took her hand and led her out. But her five-year-old steps could not keep up with him, and he had to take her up in his arms and carry her.
With this load he knew that he could never scramble67 and plunge5 through the marsh68 to safety, and he determined69 to go back by the way he had come. First, however, he put the little girl down, and ran to look into the cabin. No one was there; it was dismantled70 of all its household stuff and bore the signs of a removal in haste. Plainly the squatter had got away, but Carl could not conceive by what carelessness the child had been left behind.
Picking up the little girl again, he started back through the woods. The smoke was thicker; it was perceptibly hotter, and within thirty yards he found the ground on fire before him. The trees had not yet caught, but the leaves, deadwood, and underbrush were all aflame or smoldering71, making a belt impossible to cross.
Carl turned back across the clearing again, and tried the other side. Here it was even worse, for there was a huge “wind-row” of fallen, dry spruces that was blazing like a furnace. Again Carl was driven back, and when he reached the clearing, he noticed that the roof of the barn was beginning to burn, ignited by falling sparks.
There was nothing left for it, but to try the marsh. He paused and looked it over, trying to pick out the firmest part, and at that moment he heard two quick gunshots from the river, far out through the smoke.
It was Bob, he thought, signalling his position. He forgot for the moment that they had brought no guns with them. Carl yelled loudly in reply, and strode out warily72 into the great slough.
At first it was comparatively firm, then he suddenly went over his shoe-tops in mire65. He struggled out and tried to step from one tuft of grass to another till the vegetation ceased entirely, and he saw in front a dim expanse of green quagmire73, spotted74 with pools of oily-looking water. It was impossible to pass that way. Carl struggled back to firm ground again, set the child down and looked desperately about.
Scattered fires were breaking out all around the clearing now, and here and there the tall weeds along the marsh were beginning to blaze. Soon it would be impossible to remain even there. He hurried up and down the margin75, trying the footing. Nowhere could he find any solid way. No doubt Larue would have known safe trails through the slough, but in the hurry and flurry of the moment Carl could not hit upon one.
Again he heard two shots from the river. The boat was no doubt moving slowly up and down in front of the marsh. Carl shouted again, but the roaring of the fire and wind was now so loud that he doubted if he was heard.
The child clung to him desperately, but she did not cry. Stoical, from her Indian blood, perhaps, she gazed at him in a sort of wild silence.
“Never mind, petite!” said Carl. “I’ll get you safe out of it yet.”
But he could not see how it was to be done. If he had a couple of planks76, to be laid down and moved forward alternately, he thought he might bridge a way over the slough. He hastened into the cabin again, to see if there was any loose board that he could wrench77 off. He could find nothing movable that would answer the purpose. The place was littered with scraps79 of rubbish not worth taking away—a few old muskrat80 skins, scraps of clothing, a torn blanket, and an old pair of snowshoes.
The sight of the snow-shoes now gave him an inspiration. He ran out with them and hastily bound them on.
“Here, little one, climb on pick-a-back!” he exclaimed, stooping, and the child obeyed, understanding his gesture if not his words. With her arms around his neck, clasping her feet firmly, he trudged81 awkwardly out into the weeds of the marsh-edge.
A hurricane of sparks, hot ashes, and bits of burning wood swept over him as a clump of burning trees crashed down close to the shore. He had no difficulty in getting across the first twenty or thirty feet of the slough; the tufts of grass supported him easily. Then the vegetation grew more scanty82. It almost ceased, and there were stretches of bare mud, sometimes thinly caked on the surface, sometimes supporting straggly weeds that looked like streaks83 of green foam84.
Fortunately both Carl and the little girl were light weights. Together they weighed less than two hundred pounds, and Carl was overjoyed to find that the snow-shoes held him up whenever there was the smallest scrap78 of vegetation to bind85 the mud. The meshes86 were old and torn. Brown water bubbled up between them, but they supported the weight as long as he did not pause. As he went farther he had to step more and more quickly to keep from sinking, till at last he was forced into a run. Sinking deeper and deeper at every stride, the snow-shoes scattered the mud in great flakes87.
Suddenly he tripped. Overbalanced by the weight on his shoulders, he went sprawling88. He clutched at the little girl, who had shot over his head, and dragged her out of an oozy89 pool. Then a yard away, he spied a rotten log half sunk in the mire, and floundered to it.
On this support he hesitated for a few minutes. Both he and the little girl were covered with mud from head to foot. The shore behind him, was veiled in smoke and he could not yet see the river. He seemed shut off, isolated90 on that quagmire, in the midst of dimness.
All at once the signal shots banged again, sounding less than fifty yards away. Carl screamed wildly in answer, and, taking the child on his back, started forward again. But the footing became more and more treacherous91. He sank at every step, and the mud flowed over his snow-shoes and weighted them down. It was only by great efforts that he avoided being stuck fast.
But just when the snow-shoes were growing so heavy that he could hardly lift them, he saw sand and gravel92 mingling93 with the ooze. A little farther, and a rippling94 line of water washed over his feet. He splashed into it. In two or three steps he went knee-deep, then to his hips95. He heard a splashing in the water, and dimly saw the outline of an approaching boat.
He flung himself forward to meet it, went over his head, and came up trying to swim with one hand and to support the child with the other. The muddy snow-shoes encumbered96 him; he dipped under again, half-choked; then a hand gripped him by the collar, and he was hauled up to the gunwale of the boat.
“Bob!” he spluttered.
But it was not his brother. It was Larue’s dark face that met his, streaked with black now and looking wild with anxiety.
“Rosalie! Ma petite! T’es sauve!” he ejaculated and lifted the little girl into the boat. The next instant Carl himself got aboard, half scrambling97 and half hauled up by the half-breed. Just then another boat rushed up out of the smoke, and he heard Alice calling, “Carl!”
“Here he is! Bo’—bot’ safe!” sang out the squatter. “He fin’ her! Here he come, crossing ze marsh on my ole raquettes. It is wonderful. Mister Harman, zis is w’at I nevaire forget!”
Carl stuttered something, unable to speak articulately. He felt weak and dizzy and full of mingled98 smoke and water. He saw the faces of Alice and Bob looking anxiously at him, but they seemed to waver, and everything went round dizzily when he lay back in the boat and shut his smarting eyes.
He was vaguely99 aware of the movement of the boat through the water and of talking voices. He thought some one was dashing spray over him and he made a confused attempt to get up.
“Restez!” said Larue, and Carl “rested.”
The bump of the boat against the bank brought him to himself. Water was really falling on his face. Looking up, he was amazed to find that it was raining. The two boats had come to land at the temporary camp where Larue had removed his family. A bark lean-to shed was built against a tree; smoke curled up from a little fire; there was a shriek100 as Mrs. Larue rushed forward to the boat and seized upon her rescued child.
There was a great scene of excitement and jubilation101, and little Rosalie, who had hitherto preserved the silence of an Indian baby, now began to sob102 as she nestled in her mother’s arms.
“He fin’ her!” cried Larue, indicating Carl. “I have been crazy. Can’t guess where she go. I search everywhere—up, down the river, in ze woods, in ze smoke—can’t fin’ notting. T’ink she dead, sure. But Mr. Harman fin’ her, and cross ze marais on ze snow-shoes, by gar! Greatest t’ing I ever see!”
“You’re a hero, Carl,” said Bob, laughing.
Larue seemed to be divided between joy and gratitude103 at the rescue of the child, and admiration104 at Carl’s feat105 of crossing the slough on snow-shoes. His wife’s protestations of gratitude were most profuse106, embarrassing Carl terribly.
“It really wasn’t anything,” he stammered107. “Really I found her by accident. But how did she ever get lost?”
Both Larue and his wife volubly attempted to explain, mixing the matter up badly. It seemed that the family had been alarmed about the middle of the night by the approach of the fire, and had moved out in haste. In the darkness and confusion Rosalie had somehow vanished. They had searched and called. Larue, who was very fond of his children, and of this one in particular, was like a madman. After establishing his wife and the other child in safety, he searched the shore up and down the river and went into the woods, without finding any trace of the little girl. On the river he had met Bob and Alice, who told him that Carl had gone ashore, and the two boats had rowed up and down on the lookout, firing signals at intervals108 with Larue’s gun.
Rosalie herself could give no coherent account of how she had strayed away or where she had been. She knew only that she had found herself in the darkness and the woods, had been terribly frightened and was waiting for papa to come for her.
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