How long he lay awake thinking about this, Westy did not know. In fact,
he could not even remember having fallen asleep at all.
He found himself looking above again, wide-awake. In turning around to
shift his position facing the lake, he became aware of a pinkish
reflection in the sky, just beyond the Pass. He rubbed his eyes and
looked again. This time he was sure of it, and saw that it was turning a
deeper hue.
What, he thought, could it be? A forest fire? No! He measured the
distance of the reflection with his eye, and knew that it wasn’t in the
mountains. It came to him with a start that it was just about in the
direction of the Inn.
Suddenly he arose, quietly, not wanting to arouse the sleepers, should
it happen to prove a false alarm.
The capricious moon was now out in all her glory, gleaming down upon the
lake and over the cliffs. Whether her purpose was intentional or not,
she seemed deliberately to withhold from the narrow Pass even one stray
little moonbeam.
Westy tiptoed away, and when he got at a safe margin, he started to run
until he got around the lake. Up through the Pass he went, feeling his
way securely. Then coming to a rock that would afford him a strong
foothold, he clambered up and over the rough stones. There in the
distance, sparks shooting into the sky like miniature rockets, was a
seething mass of flame. It must be the Inn!
What a terrible situation, he thought!
When Ollie came up to the cabin with their mail, two days ago, he told
Uncle Jeb in his quiet blunt way that there were not any guests at the
Inn now. There had been an epidemic of scarlet fever among the guests
during the past month, and after each stricken one recovered he left.
Ol’ Pop Burrows was the last one to contract it and still had it in
fact, so the remaining guest had taken his leave promptly.
The doctor, who came up from Eagle City every day, forbade Ol’ Pop to
let any one else come until he was up and around and the place could be
thoroughly fumigated. He had inoculated Ollie with some serum or other,
as a preventative against the disease, so that he could take care of Ol’
Pop without danger of infection.
Ollie went on to say that Ol’ Pop wouldn’t stay in bed unless he saw the
doctor coming, and had insisted on Ollie taking the mail to the cabin
regardless of the quarantine. He fairly writhed in anger, with all this
“new-fangled bizness o’ fumigatin’.” He said he didn’t care about having
any more tourists come that season anyhow, for he had made all the money
he wanted to already.
Westy remembered, as he stood there contemplating about it, having heard
Uncle Jeb say that Ollie told him all this outside the cabin, beyond
their hearing. He still retained his maddening reticence in the presence
of the boys.
“So!” Westy exclaimed softly. “They must be there alone, and Ol’ Pop
still sick! Something will have to be done.”
At that moment he had turned in the act of descending, when he saw in
the moonlight beyond a form running swiftly toward the Pass. Westy
caught his breath and wondered if the form had espied him. In the next
second he knew that it had not, for he was invisible in the darkness
where he stood. And he gave thanks to the supercilious Silver Queen
reigning over the heavens that night for her timely partiality.
He crouched and waited after having climbed down almost to the trail.
Nearer and nearer the steps came, light and quick, almost panther-like
in action. Finally as a gust of wind would strike one going past a
cavern, so the form rushing past Westy felt like a stray breeze in that
calm night.
Removing his shoes, he started in pursuit of the fleeing figure. His
feet, encountering the sharp rocks along the way, soon became too
bruised to keep in step with this spooky object. After putting his shoes
back on, he took up the chase once more as quietly as possible and came
at last to the fork in the trail.
The pursued one went straight up the trail to the hollow, as though it
was thoroughly familiar to him, never once looking back or stumbling on
the way. He just seemed to be rushing blindly on.
Westy peered from behind a rock and perceived that the form was not
likely to be aware of him now, for his own individual interests and
motives seemingly occupied his whole thought and attention.
So Westy rushed down and around the lake not caring if the figure did
see him, for his whole duty now lay in the direction of the Inn.
As he came forward, Uncle Jeb and Artie who were sitting up conversing
in low tones, looked at him indifferently.
“Uncle Jeb!” whispered Westy, breathless and excited. “Uncle Jeb! I
think that the Inn’s on fire!”
“Yuh don’t mean to say!” Uncle Jeb gasped in astonishment. “How d’ye
know, boy?”
Westy pointed over toward the Pass and there beyond it and overhead was
the reflection in the sky, now a flaming scarlet.
“I saw it from the Pass,” Westy continued, as if to explain. “I’m
perfectly sure of it, Uncle Jeb; that is where it is. And I saw
something else in the Pass too----”
Before Westy could finish his story, Uncle Jeb had nudged his arm and
pointed above them to the hollow. They all looked and could not repress
the chills that ran up and down their spines.
There in the bright light of the moon was the ghost-like figure of a man
descending from the precipice into the hollow on a rope!