Two on the Trail: A Story of Canada Snows

by Madeline Brandeis

  CHAPTER XV

  IN WHICH THE ICE GOES OUT, AND THE TRAIL LEADS HOME

  Now the reason that Mr. Jan Stenson turned up at the bunk house was notfar to seek. It has been said he was proud of his cunning, and he wascunning, though Shines-in-the-Night baffled him by her clever trick.

  He and Jukes saw the two Redskins cut across presently to the northward,going steadily on their way to the upper river. He would not interferewith them for the reason already stated. No good could come ofquarrelling with Redskins. They never forgive. If it was after scoresof years or over thousands of miles they would pay the score infull--ultimately. So he let the girl go and he and Jukes had a row.

  Jukes taunted him with folly, and words grew very hot indeed. FinallyJukes went away by himself, saying he was going back to the shack in thehills. He went, sullen and savage.

  Stenson was left alone, bitterly furious with the young Lindsays,because he was sure the first part of the trail was theirs, and he wasequally sure he must have been hoaxed somehow. But how! And thepresence of the young Indians was entirely surprising, too. He couldnot make it all out.

  Doggedly he went back on that trail till he came to the lake. Then, asit was near midday, he made a short rest and ate some of his dried meat.After that he deliberately went back all the way to the rock of theWolf's Tooth and began searching about there with care that he had notbestowed in the morning, when he had rather jumped to conclusions onfirst sighting the trail. Taken it all for granted, that is to say. Nowhe meant to unravel the mystery, and he came near enough to make a fairguess. Searching about with the skill of an old hand, he decided thatthe camp fire was not an Indian fire--too large--also there was far toomuch trampling up and down the bank for Redskins, who move like forestcreatures. Then he followed tracks in the snow back and forth, tillsuddenly he came on the print of _dog's_ feet. Then he gave a shortlaugh that was almost a shout. What a fool he'd been! It must be thedog's trail that proved the presence of the Lindsays. Why hadn't heremembered the dog!

  From that moment he went hunting on a new plan, as it were. TheLindsays must have started from this promontory. He was sure of that.Therefore the point most evident was to find the start. From the firehe worked round, taking a semicircle on the land side and back again.By dusk he had not discovered what he wanted, but he believed he should,so he camped there that night and began again as soon as he could seewell.

  Of course he found the trail made by Nell, David, and the dog, rightacross by the north shore to beyond the first big bend of the river,where they took to the ice again. The thaw had made it more difficult,but such an old trailer as Stenson could not be deceived easily.

  He found the fire where they stopped, and finally in the dusk, asdescribed, he followed the trail up the steep to the neighbourhood ofthe bear's den. If he had not done that he would, of course, havesurprised the two in the shack. As it was, the bear became, after all, afriend to the pair he had attacked in the first place.

  When Stenson appeared the big black brute was in a worse mood thanbefore. He was more hungry and he had smelt the scent of cooking thatcame from the stove-pipe of the log house. The trapper fired at him,because he was obviously dangerous and it had not occurred to him thatthe trail he had followed ended so soon. If it had, he would have beenmore cautious probably.

  The bear, slightly wounded, made a dash for the man, who ran behind atree and fired again. But the light was deceiving, and the affair endedin the bear retreating into the rocky fortress--to fight another day.Stenson, seeing drops of blood on the snow, decided to come again, killthe bear, and get the pelt; meanwhile he would go on down to the shack,which was, he knew, not far distant on this curve of the river bank.Therefore he presently came down to the log hut and found it was locked.That did not surprise him much, but he expected to find the key hung asusual in some place under the sheltering eaves of the log roof.

  By this time it was too dark to see a trail, or find a small thing likea key. So Mr. Jan Stenson lost his temper, as he usually did, and blewin the lock of the door, as he had done to another log house not longbefore!

  Instantly he was greeted by a smell of warmth and food. The littleplace had not had time to cool. The blankets were warm. The stovehastily filled up with fresh wood, already dry, was quite hot.

  Stenson rushed out into the snow, and lighting a torch made of a bit ofdry bark, looked about over the ground and found at once the track ofthe three sets of footprints to the water's edge--or rather to the edgeof the ice.

  He went slowly back to the shack, considering what he should do, and thefinal conclusion he came to was--a mistake.

  He did not imagine that the Lindsays were but ten minutes ahead of him.Had he been sure of that he would certainly have followed on at once.The smartness of Nell's retreat was beyond him. He did not believe shewould have gone off down river in the dark. It was unreasonable tosuppose that two young things would have started at nightfall.Therefore he decided to follow his inclination, now he knew that theymust be about six or eight hours ahead of him at the outside, on adirect course to Moose River and probably unsuspicious of his approach.He would make a good meal, take a few hours' comfortable sleep and go onagain at dawn. He was travelling faster than they were. They seemedentirely at his mercy, for the river was wide and open, while therewould be many, many miles of Moose River yet to cover.

  Thus, while Nell, David, and Robin drove their weary feet on and onthrough the night hours, Mr. Stenson slept soundly and woke up beforedaybreak to finish the food Andrew Lindsay had cached. It was certainlynot justice, but that has nothing to do with adventures, very often,anyway.

  Later on he started, picked up the trail at once and went off down riverat a pace that over-gained on the hunted pair from the first. Giventime, and a clear field, he was simply bound to overtake them, and heknew it.

  Nell was obliged to call a rest early in the morning. They had to lighta fire and fry some bacon, which Robin shared. Anxiety was telling onher as well as fatigue, and her legs trembled with weariness. David wasreally wonderful, but he was rather silent, and Robin's feet were alittle sore. He was not used to so many miles of travel; ice particlesgot between his toes, and though he bit them out when the party rested,after so many days of irritation and wetness it had caused pain. He wasa little lame, too.

  "Oh, when will it end?" was poor Nell's feeling as they packed up andwent on again. This time not for many hours. They had to call anotherhalt which stretched to middle day. The sun was shining gloriously andthe whole world was one sheet of sparkles. Had they been less tired, itwould have seemed a glorious day to be alive on. The country wasflatter and more open as a rule, but in places the woods came again, andthe twittering of birds sounded in the dripping branches.

  About three o'clock in the afternoon, David called Nell's attention to aline of willows across the low pastures towards the south. A very longway ahead, but still visible. Was it not a tributary stream, a littleriver, running into their own road? They both stood still to look andconsider. It was--or might be--important, because sometimes a mile ortwo up these tributary streams a homestead would be found, a farm orsmall settlement. There was just a chance that it might be so in thiscase, the open country to the south appearing somehow to suggestcultivation, or they thought so.

  Standing so, Nell looked round, and her heart gave a sickening leap asshe realised the full horror of what she saw.

  Jan Stenson, coming straight down the river after them. Too far off forthem to see his face, but the short, strong figure they knew.

  David saw also; his remark was characteristic.

  "Well, we're three, he's one. We'll have to kill him."

  "Da! He'll shoot Robin."

  "Can't we shoot _him_?" retorted the boy fiercely.

  "Come on," was Nell's answer.

  The weakness left them in sheer excitement, and they raced ahead. Nell,thinking hard of ways and means, felt her mind haunted
by the cornerwhere the smaller river joined in. Should they make a stand by thewillows? Perhaps pistol shots might be heard by someone and bring help.It was a very poor chance, though.

  She looked round. Stenson gained very little. Their spurt had beenuseful. Now they were nearing the corner. Which should they do?

  In the excitement of the race the condition of the ice had been almostforgotten, but at this point there was a loud crack, and then another.Nell had a feeling as though the ice beneath their snow road had swayed.Glancing at the bank nearest the willows she saw the whole ice line moveand shift at the edges.

  Robin was running with his nose to the ground as usual, but he checkednow with a whine of anxiety, and sheered off from the side where the newstream opened up.

  "Follow Robin," ordered Nell sharply. "Not too close together, Da--thehigher we are the better."

  There was another crack, and behind the flying snowshoes a thin line ofwater oozed up in one place, then all was quiet again.

  Robin sped on, choosing his path, and the two followed. They were sointent that Nell forgot her feeling about the other stream, or rathershe abandoned the idea in the excitement of getting over that dangerousplace. The only thing to do seemed to be to go straight ahead.

  David was talking excitedly, and she had not even listened, because ofher anxiety. But when they were going on safely again she said, "What?"

  "Why, Stenson, Nell! If he doesn't land and go by the banks, he'llsmash through sure as----"

  "He'll land," said Nell; "it won't delay him much to do that."

  "Not so sure," grunted David, and he kept on looking back over hisshoulder.

  Nell was just going to beg him not to do it, because it checked theirspeed a little, when he gave a crow of triumph and stopped short.

  Nell perforce stopped, while in her ears rang a sharp far-away splittingsound.

  Mr. Jan Stenson had reached the weak spot--and the ice had gone underwith him.

  From side to side of the river behind the two came reports, as the icegave in all directions.

  "Oh," gasped Nell, "what ought we--to do!"

  "I believe you want to go back and help him out! I _say_, Nell, youreally _are_!"

  "But, Da, it's rather awful!"

  "Oh no. Only awfully wet, and jolly cold. Look, he's got his arms overthe edge of the ice and is breaking along towards the shore. He'll getout--in the end. Come on."

  The last thing they saw, in far distance, was a figure crawling veryslowly out on to the north bank. It did not seem to be moving in theirdirection. As a matter of fact, Jan Stenson made the best of his wayback to the shack, having lost his gun, though he saved his life--by avery narrow margin! It would have been madness to follow the flyingpair in his drenched clothes, with no means of making a fire, as hisammunition and matches were soaked. Better to get back to warmth anddryness--and start again to-morrow.

  That was what he said to himself, but he did not do it. One of hissnowshoes had gone in that struggle for life--and anyway, the river wasnot safe any more.

  The young Lindsays went on for awhile without such haste, and presentlycamped on the south bank. As they were collecting firewood and making acheerful blaze they heard sounds of voices--several voices and thebarking of dogs. Then appeared, attracted nearer by the sight of thislittle fire, three men and a dog sled drawn by six huskies. It seemedthat Nell's instinct was right, and up along that little river there wasa homestead and small farm. These men had been up there with supplies,and were coming back with pelts, on their way home to the nearestsettlement on Moose River.

  They were entirely amazed at the Lindsay pair and Robin, and asked manyquestions, but Nell, as always, was cautious. They had all heard ofAndrew Lindsay the trapper. Nell told them he had injured his leg andshe was doing important business for him. She must get to thesettlement, and after that she and David would go back home.

  "You can't go on the ice," said one man, "it's not safe now. It's goingout all along."

  "I know," agreed the girl, and David laughed.

  No one saw what he was laughing at!

  So those three went down to the settlement in good and safe company, andNell deposited all that money in the local post office, for that hadbeen her intention all through.

  A very little she took to buy necessary kit, and then she, David, andRobin went back to the hills with the trader who was going as usual tocollect pelts from the trappers in the far-away woods.

  Going back was a safe enough journey, and did not seem as long as youmight think, because of the relief of mind. Nor was Nell worried abouther father, because she knew that the Redskin friends,Shines-in-the-Night and the Lizard, had long since gone back to the homecamp and carried the news of Nell's flight to put the hard-earned moneyin safety.

  And it was so. When they got back to the log house in the forest,Lindsay had come and knew the whole story. Nor was he kept long insuspense, for by the time he had mended his door and got all ship-shapethe adventurous pair and Robin arrived with the traders.

  Stenson and Jukes removed to another neighbourhood--they found ithealthier.

  And so presently did Andrew Lindsay and his children, when David had tobe turned into an engineer. But the story of those two on the trail wasnot soon forgotten among the folk in the North.

  THE END.

  Printed in Great Britain at _The Mayflower Press, Plymouth_. William Brendon & Son, Ltd.

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