THE GRASP OF CIRCUMSTANCE.
"Hard at work, eh?" asked Stapleton, as he looked over the edge of the
hole.
"Yes, we're in a hurry to get to that gold," rejoined Tom cheerfully.
"That's right. That's the spirit to show," exclaimed Ingalls in a way
that for him was quite hearty.
"How soon do you think we'll strike it?" asked Jack.
"In a few days sure. You're not getting impatient?"
"No, but when a fellow feels he's right close to a fortune, he can't
help being anxious to close his fists on it as quickly as possible,"
said Tom.
"Well, you might as well knock off now," said Stapleton. "We'll have
a bite of lunch and then turn in."
The boys came out of the pit, and you may be sure that they did not
display much reluctance in doing so. They followed Stapleton and his
partner up to the cave, where Rufus had some hot tea brewed and the
remains of the supper to furnish them with a snack. As the boys drank
their tea, the negro looked at them scowlingly. His every action
showed dislike and hatred of the boys. He played his part to
perfection, yet never made the mistake of overacting it.
After their lunch the boys declared that they felt so sleepy that they
could slumber like logs till morning. They were shown a place to lay
their blankets by Rufus, who grumbled at having to wait on them, to
the huge delight of Stapleton and his partner.
"But we must be up early," said Stapleton, "the rising sun must find
us out with our picks and shovels."
"Oh, we'll be on the job," declared Tom heartily. "With that gold so
near to hand it'll be all we can do to keep from dreaming about it all
night."
"Well, you did a hard day's work to-day," observed Ingalls; "if you
keep that up we'll have no cause for complaint."
The boys noticed that the sleeping place assigned to them was in the
rear of the cavern. The significance of this did not escape them. The
men were seemingly no longer suspicious of them, but they were taking
no chances. Before they retired, Stapleton and Ingalls took a survey
from the door of the cave with their spyglass. While they were doing
this, Rufus passed swiftly by the boys and dropped a whispered
message.
"Yo' mus' try it to-night when I am in de watch. Ah'll be lookin' for
yo'."
As he spoke the two men came back into the cavern and began to dispose
their sleeping things. While Stapleton took his place on watch,
Ingalls and Rufus laid down and were soon off into slumberland.
Strange to say the boys, too, slept although their feelings were
wrought up almost to the snapping point. They did not wake till they
heard Ingalls arousing Rufus with a kick.
"Get up you lazy, black roustabout. It's time to go on watch."
"Wha's de mattah?" yawned out Rufus sleepily.
"Hush! Don't make so much noise. You'll wake the boys."
"Sho'! who cares fo' dem? Why don' dey go watch same as de res' ob us?
Wha fo' dey lowed ter sleep sixty-leben weeks while we alls don' git
no sleep at all?"
Rufus fairly roared the words out, so anxious was he that the boys
should not fail to wake up, although, had he known it, they were wide
awake and trembling with the tension of waiting till the decisive
moment arrived.
Rufus grumblingly took up his watch while Ingalls rolled himself in
his blankets. Tom rolled over on his side so that he was facing Jack.
"All ready, Jack?"
"Sure. Are you?"
"Yes, but we must wait till they are sound asleep. The racket that
nigger made may have awakened Stapleton."
"Well, don't go to sleep again while we are waiting."
"Not likely. I was never more wide awake in my life."
"Same here. I can hardly wait till the moment comes."
Although it was early morning after the brief Alaskan night, still it
was almost quite dark in the cave, which made the boys think that it
must be overcast outside. However, this was so much the better for
their plans, and they lay without stirring till the regular breathing
of Ingalls and the steady continued snoring of his partner showed that
both men were asleep.
But although the time had now arrived for them to make their escape,
there was still an obstacle in their path. The cavern was so dark that
it was hard to see where the men lay, and both boys knew that one
touch of the foot against those sleeping forms and their plan would be
doomed to disaster. In the event of awaking them, both men would be
upon the two youths like tigers, and they might expect just as much
mercy from the two crazed gold-diggers, who would surely think that
the boys were sneaking off to carry their secret to the outside world.
Cautiously they arose from their blankets, and recollecting where they
had left their rifles they reached out for them, for without these
weapons it would be impossible for them to make the long journey back
to the Yukon and provide themselves with food.
This done, they began stepping out with the utmost delicacy. They did
not dare to light a match, as this would have undoubtedly awakened
the men who appeared to be restless sleepers. So they had to proceed
in the dark. It was ticklish work. One false step and the men would be
upon them. They stepped out like cats on ice, raising each foot high
in the air as it was advanced.
Tom reached the entrance of the cavern in safety without having
aroused either of the sleepers. Jack was not so lucky. His foot
encountered Ingalls's body and the man muttered something in his
sleep. For one dreadful instant Jack thought that the man was awake.
His heart stood still and he fingered his rifle nervously.
But a minute later he knew that it had been a false alarm and speedily
thereafter he joined his brother at the cave mouth. Silhouetted
against the dark sky was the form of Rufus. Both boys' hearts gave a
glad bound at the sight of him.
The negro said nothing, but wiggled his hand in front of his face as
though to signify that he was glad to see them. Then beckoning to
them mysteriously, he asked the entirely superfluous question:
"Am yo' hyah?"
Equally unnecessarily Tom made his response.
"We are both here, as you can see, Rufus."
"Gollyumption, ain't it as dark as de ten plagues ob Egyup? But dat am
a good ting fo' yo' alls. De darker de better till yo' gits clar
away."
"That's so. Well, here's your money, Rufus, and thank you. But how
about tying you?"
"Gracious, ah plum forgot dat part ob de business! Hyah! Take dis rope
and lace me up good an' tight. Don' min' mah feelin's. Ah'm durable."
The negro was trussed up hand and foot by the boys, who then pressed
his hand, and with more murmured thanks to him they slipped away into
the darkness. They had a general idea of the lay of the land and made
off as fast as they could in the direction that Tom judged was the
correct one. As they went, their hearts were filled with genuine
thankfulness toward the black-skinned friend who had helped them out
of a bad dilemma.
And now, as we shall not see Rufus or his masters again, we may as
well take this opportunity of detailing their future careers.
Following the discovery that the boys had gone, leaving Rufus tied and
gagged, the fury of the two men knew no bounds. Had they discovered
the boys then, there is no question but they would have killed them.
But although they ranged the woods they did not discover any trace of
the two lads, and being eager to get back to their crazy task of
undermining the mountain, they soon gave up the search.
They were hastened in this by their insane fears that the boys would
communicate the secret of their camp to outsiders, and that a horde of
gold-seekers would swoop down on Dead Man's Mine and rob them of their
so-called rightful gains. Rufus had acted his part perfectly, and not
for an instant did they suspect him. His groans and moans and
imprecations upon the heads of the runaways left no room to doubt that
he was even more affected by their escape than his masters.
"De scan'lous willians des crep' up behin' me and caught me de worses'
wallop ober de ear dat you eber felt," he said. "Den dey knock me down
an' tie me up de way yo' fin' me. Which way did dey go? Why, dat 'a
way." And Rufus pointed in exactly the contrary direction to that in
which the young runaways had gone.
Deeming it a useless task to carry the pursuit any further, the two
men, as has been said, resumed their disordered operations on the
mine. Day by day their insanity became more and more marked, till
finally they hardly gave themselves time to eat or sleep in the belief
that the boys would soon be back with a party of men to steal the
mine.
They worked all day and finally all night, sleeping a few winks in the
mine itself and having Rufus bring them scanty mouthfuls of food. It
was a true tragedy of the far north that now began to draw toward a
close.
Rufus pleaded with the two men, for whom he really cherished an
affection, to listen to reason, but they were too far gone for that.
Their every thought now was centered on the gold, which they were
certain was close at hand. In the strength of their delirium they
actually undermined a great part of the conical hill, a task that
would have been thought almost impossible.
Then one morning the end came. Rufus went to the pit to beg the men,
who had been working for twenty hours on a stretch, to leave off for a
time and get a little rest. He found them lying in the excavation side
by side, each with a shovel in his hand, just as he had dropped. Rufus
gave them as fitting a burial as he could, and then, as many a man has
done before, he uttered a deep curse against gold, the love of which
was the infernal cause of all the trouble. Then making up his few
possessions into a bundle, he made his way out to the settlements with
his strange story. And so ended two careers which might have been
useful and dignified had it not been for the lure of gold that
ensnares so many men and breaks so many promising lives. Jim Stapleton
and Seth Ingalls were not the first men to yield up their lives at the
behest of the demon of gold-seeking, and the most pathetic part of
their story is that it is exactly true as related in this volume. The
author heard it while in the Yukon some years ago, along with many
other tales of the same sort.
As for the boys, they endured many hardships and not a few perils on
their way back to the _Yukon Rover_. But in due course, thin,
half-famished and footsore they reached the craft. With what a warm
welcome they were received may be readily imagined. They found Mr.
Dacre quite recovered and Sandy as chipper as ever.
The days that ensued were filled with hunting, fishing and long tramps
along the trap-line, till every one of the lads was muscled like an
athlete and brown as a berry.
One late August morning the first breath of the northern winter came
down upon them. The boys hailed it with delight, for they knew then
that the real business of their strange voyage on the Yukon was about
to begin. With winter would come the trapping season and the
long-awaited silver foxes. The boys looked forward eagerly to the time
when they could glide with snowshoes through the frozen woods on their
visits to the traps.
But they little knew what the winter held in store for them. It was
not to be all sport and jollity. When the iron hand of the frost king
closes on the far northland, the time has arrived when men and boys
are tried on no common anvil to see of what metal they be. Ahead of
the lads lay many strange experiences and perils in the frozen wilds.
Those who care to read of their adventurous winter in the Yukon
country may do so in the next volume of this series, entitled THE
BUNGALOW BOYS "NORTH OF FIFTY-THREE."
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Archaic and inconsistent punctuation, syntax, and spelling have been
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