Part 8 (1/2)
Albert, meanwhile, had a.s.sumed the functions of cook, and he discharged them with considerable ability. His strength was quite sufficient to permit of his collecting firewood, and he could fry bacon and make coffee and tea beautifully. But they were very sparing of the coffee and tea, as they also were of the flour, although their supplies of all three of these were greatly increased by the wagon in the gully. In fact, the very last thing that d.i.c.k had brought over the mountain was a hundred-pound sack of flour, and after accomplis.h.i.+ng this feat he had rested a long time.
Both boys felt that they had been remarkably fortunate while this work was going on. One circ.u.mstance, apparently simple in itself, had been a piece of great luck, and that was the absence of rain. It was not a particularly rainy country, but a shower could have made them thoroughly miserable, and, moreover, would have been extremely dangerous for Albert. But nights and days alike remained dry and cool, and as Albert breathed the marvelous balsamic air he could almost feel himself transfused with its healing property. Meanwhile, the color in his cheeks was steadily deepening.
”We've certainly had good fortune,” said d.i.c.k.
”Aided by your courage and strength,” said Albert. ”It took a lot of nerve to go down there in that pa.s.s and hunt for what the Sioux might have left behind.”
d.i.c.k disclaimed any superior merit, but he said nothing of the many tremors that he felt while performing the great task.
An hour or two later, Albert, who was hunting through their belongings, uttered a cry of joy on finding a little package of fishhooks. String they had among their stores, and it was easy enough to cut a slim rod for a pole.
”Now I can be useful for something besides cooking,” he said.
”It doesn't require any great strength to be a fisherman, and I'm much mistaken if I don't soon have our table supplied with trout.”
There was a swift creek farther down the slope, and, angling with much patience, Albert succeeded in catching several mountain trout and a larger number of fish of an unknown species, but which, like the trout, were very good to eat.
Albert's exploit caused him intense satisfaction, and d.i.c.k rejoiced with him, not alone because of the fish, but also because of his brother's triumph.
Chapter V The Lost Valley
They spent a week on the slope, sleeping securely and warmly under their blankets in the pine alcove, and fortune favored them throughout that time. It did not rain once, and there was not a sign of the Sioux. d.i.c.k did not revisit the pa.s.s after the first three days, and he knew that the wolves and buzzards had been busy there. But he stripped quite clean the wagon which had fallen in the gully, even carrying away the canvas cover, which was rainproof. Albert wondered that the Sioux had not returned, but d.i.c.k had a very plausible theory to account for it.
”The Sioux are making war upon our people,” he said, ”and why should they stay around here? They have cut off what is doubtless the first party entering this region in a long time, and now they have gone eastward to meet our troops. Beside, the Sioux are mostly plains Indians, and they won't bother much about these mountains. Other Indians, through fear of the Sioux, will not come and live here, which accounts for this region being uninhabited.”
”Still a wandering band of Sioux might come through at any time and see us,” said Albert.
”That's so, and for other reasons, too, we must move. It's mighty fine, Al, sleeping out in the open when the weather's dry and not too cold, but I've read that the winter in the northwestern mountains is something terrible, and we've got to prepare for it.”
It was d.i.c.k's idea to go deeper into the mountains. He knew very well that the chance of their getting out before spring were too slender to be considered, and he believed that they could find better shelter and a more secure hiding place farther in. So he resolved upon a journey of exploration, and though Albert was now stronger, he must go alone. It was his brother's duty to remain and guard their precious stores. Already bears and mountain lions, drawn by the odors of the food, had come snuffing about the alcove, but they always retreated from the presence of either of the brothers. One huge silver tip had come rather alarmingly close, but when d.i.c.k shouted at him he, too, turned and lumbered off among the pines.
”What you want to guard against, Al,” said d.i.c.k, ”is thieves rather than robbers. Look out for the sneaks. We'll fill the canteen and all our iron vessels with water so that you won't have to go even to the brook. Then you stay right here by the fire in the daytime, and in the den at night. You can keep a bed of coals before the den when you're asleep, and no wild animal will ever come past it.”
”All right, d.i.c.k,” said Albert courageously; ”but don't you get lost over there among those ranges and peaks.”
”I couldn't do it if I tried,” replied d.i.c.k in the same cheerful tone. ”You don't know what a woodsman and mountaineer I've become, Al, old boy!”
Albert smiled. Yet each boy felt the full gravity of the occasion when the time for d.i.c.k's departure came, at dawn of a cool morning, gleams of silver frost showing here and there on the slopes. Both knew the necessity of the journey, however, and hid their feelings.
”Be back to-morrow night, Al,” said d.i.c.k.
”Be ready for you, d.i.c.k,” said Albert.
Then they waved their hands to each other, and d.i.c.k strode away toward the higher mountains. He was well armed, carrying his repeating rifle and the large hunting knife which was useful for so many purposes. He had also thrust one of the revolvers into his belt.
Flushed with youth and strength, and equipped with such good weapons, he felt able to take care of himself in any company into which he might be thrown.
He reached the bottom of the slope, and looking back, saw Albert standing on a fallen log. His brother was watching him and waved his hand. d.i.c.k waved his in reply, and then, crossing the creek, began the ascent of the farther slope. There the pines and the distance rendered the brothers invisible to each other, and d.i.c.k pressed on with vigor. His recent trips over the lower slopes for supplies had greatly increased his skill in mountain climbing, and he did not suffer from weariness. Up, up, he went, and the pines grew shorter and scrubbier. But the thin, crisp air was a sheer delight, and he felt an extraordinary pleasure in mere living.
d.i.c.k looked back once more from the heights toward the spot where their camp lay and saw lying against the blue a thin gray thread that only the keenest eye would notice. He knew it to be the smoke from Albert's fire and felt sure that all was well.