Part 55 (1/2)
Scarcely had they reached that shelter when an Indian rose from beside a fire, raked the embers together, and threw some sticks upon it. As Cameron stood watching him, his heart-beat thumping in his ears, a rotten twig snapped under his feet. The Indian turned his face in their direction, and, bending forward, appeared to be listening intently.
Instantly Jerry, stooping down, made a scrambling noise in the leaves, ending with a thump upon the ground. Immediately the Indian relaxed his listening att.i.tude, satisfied that a rabbit was scurrying through the forest upon his own errand bent. Rigidly silent they stood, watching him till long after he had lain down again in his place, then once more they began their painful advance, clearing treacherous twigs from every place where their feet should rest. Fortunately for their going the forest here was largely free from underbrush. Working carefully and painfully for half an hour, and avoiding the trail by the Ghost River, they made their way out of hearing of the camp and then set off at such speed as their path allowed, Jerry in the lead and Cameron following.
”Where are you going, Jerry?” inquired Cameron as the little half-breed, without halt or hesitation, went slipping through the forest.
”Kananaskis,” said Jerry. ”Strike trail near Bow Reever.”
”Hold up for a moment, Jerry. I want to talk to you,” said Cameron.
”No! Mak' speed now. Stop in brush.”
”All right,” said Cameron, following close upon his heels.
The morning broadened into day, but they made no pause till they had left behind them the open timber and gained the cover of the forest where the underbrush grew thick. Then Jerry, finding a dry and sheltered spot, threw himself down and stretched himself at full length waiting for Cameron's word.
”Tired, Jerry?” said Cameron.
”Non,” replied the little man scornfully. ”When lie down tak' 'em easy.”
”Good! Now listen! Copperhead is on his way to meet the Blackfeet, but I fancy he is going to be disappointed.” Then Cameron narrated to Jerry the story of his recent interview with Crowfoot. ”So I don't think,” he concluded, ”any Blackfeet will come. Copperhead and Running Stream are going to be sold this time. Besides that the Police are on their way to Kananaskis following our trail. They will reach Kananaskis to-night and start for Ghost River to-morrow. We ought to get Copperhead between us somewhere on the Ghost River trail and we must get him to-day. Where will he be now?”
Jerry considered the matter, then, pointing straight eastward, he replied:
”On trail Kananaskis not far from Ghost Reever.”
”Will he be that far?” inquired Cameron. ”He would have to sleep and eat, Jerry.”
”Non! No sleep--hit sam' tam' he run.”
”Then it is quite possible,” said Cameron, ”that we may head him off.”
”Mebbe--dunno how fas' he go,” said Jerry.
”By the way, Jerry, when do we eat?” inquired Cameron.
”Pull belt tight,” said Jerry with a grin. ”Hit at cache on trail.”
”Do you mean to say you had the good sense to cache some grub, Jerry, on your way down?”
”Jerry lak' squirrel,” replied the half-breed. ”Cache grub many place--sometam come good.”
”Great head, Jerry. Now, where is the cache?”
”Halfway Kananaskis to Ghost Reever.”
”Then, Jerry, we must make that Ghost River trail and make it quick if we are to intercept Copperhead.”
”Bon! We mus' mak' beeg speed for sure.” And ”make big speed” they did, with the result that by midday they struck the trail not far from Jerry's cache. As they approached the trail they proceeded with extreme caution, for they knew that at any moment they might run upon Copperhead and his band or upon some of their Indian pursuers who would a.s.suredly be following them hard. A careful scrutiny of the trail showed that neither Copperhead nor their pursuers had yet pa.s.sed by.
”Come now ver' soon,” said Jerry, as he left the trail, and, plunging into the brush, led the way with unerring precision to where he had made his cache. Quickly they secured the food and with it made their way back to a position from which they could command a view of the trail.