Part 4 (2/2)

Bright Sun's enigmatic glance rested upon Albert a moment.

”Yes,” he said, ”the mountains will cure many ills.”

d.i.c.k glanced at him, and once more he received the impression of thought and power. The Indian's nose curved like an eagle's beak, and the firelight perhaps exaggerated both the curve and its effect. The whole impression of thought and force was heightened by the wide brow and the strong chin.

d.i.c.k looked back into the fire, and when he glanced around a few moments again, Bright Sun was not there. He had gone as silently as he had come.

”That Indian gives me the s.h.i.+vers sometimes,” he said to Albert.

”What do you make of him?”

”I don't know,” replied the boy. ”Sometimes I like him and sometimes I don't.”

Albert was soon asleep, wrapped in the buffalo robe, and d.i.c.k by and by followed him to the same pleasant land. The wind, whistling as it blew down from the mountains, grew stronger and colder, and its tone was hostile, as if it resented the first presence of white men in the little valley by the lake.

Chapter III The Pa.s.s

They resumed the journey early the next day, Bright Sun telling Conway that they could reach the range before sunset, and that they would find there an easy pa.s.s leading a mile or two farther on to a protected and warm glen.

”That's the place for our camp,” said Conway, and he urged the train forward.

The traveling was smooth and easy, and they soon left the little blue lake well behind, pa.s.sing through a pleasant country well wooded with elm, ash, birch, cottonwood, and box elder, and the gra.s.s growing high everywhere. They crossed more than one clear little stream, a pleasant contrast to the sluggish, muddy creeks of the prairies.

The range, toward which the head of the train was pointing, now came nearer. The boys saw its slopes, s.h.a.ggy with dark pine, and they knew that beyond it lay other and higher slopes, also dark with pine. The air was of a wonderful clearness, showing in the east and beyond the zenith a clear silver tint, while the west was pure red gold with the setting sun.

Nearer and nearer came the range. The great pines blurred at first into an unbroken ma.s.s, now stood out singly, showing their giant stems. Afar a flash of foamy white appeared, where a brook fell in a foamy cascade. Presently they were within a quarter of a mile of the range, and its shadow fell over the train. In the west the sun was low.

”The pa.s.s is there, straight ahead,” said Bright Sun, pointing to the steep range.

”I don't see any opening,” said Conway.

”It is so narrow and the pines hide it,” rejoined Bright Sun, ”but it is smooth and easy.”

Albert was at the rear of the train. He had chosen to walk in the later hours of the afternoon. He had become very tired, but, unwilling to confess it even to himself, he did not resume his place in the wagon. His weariness made him lag behind.

Albert was deeply sensitive to the impressions of time and place. The twilight seemed to him to fall suddenly like a great black robe. The pines once more blurred into a dark, unbroken ma.s.s. The low sun in the west dipped behind the hills, and the rays of red and gold that it left were chill and cold.

”Your brother wishes to see you. He is at the foot of the creek that we crossed fifteen minutes ago.”

It was Bright Sun who spoke.

”d.i.c.k wants to see me at the crossing of the creek! Why, I thought he was ahead of me with the train!” exclaimed Albert.

”No, he is waiting for you. He said that it was important,”

repeated Bright Sun.

Albert turned in the darkening twilight and went back on the trail of the train toward the crossing of the creek. Bright Sun went to the head of the train, and saw d.i.c.k walking there alone and looking at the hills.

”Your brother is behind at the creek,” said Bright Sun. ”He is ill and wishes you. Hurry! I think it is important!”

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