CHAPTER IX

More of a strange Christmas: I make Kaiser useful in an odd Way,

together with what I see from under the Depot Platform.

I think Kaiser was the best dog that ever lived. When I looked out of

the window, what with seeing the men and with the pain which shot

through my leg from my ankle, I sank down on the floor in a kind of

faint. How long I lay there I know not, but when I came to Kaiser was

standing over me licking my face. When he saw me open my eyes and move

he uttered a sort of a whine, half like a cry and half like a little

laugh, and began wagging his tail. I put my arms around his neck and

drew myself up so that I was sitting on the floor. At this he began to

bound about and bark as if he would say, "Cheer up, Jud; this is bad

luck, but we will get through yet!"

The pain in my ankle was half killing me, and suddenly it drove me

desperate. I seized my foot in my hands, drew it up into my lap, and

gave it a wrench that was like to break it off. I felt something crack

inside, and half the pain stopped. "I've fixed it!" I cried to Kaiser,

and tried to get up, thinking I could walk; but I went down in a heap,

and saw that, though it was better, I was still far from walking. The

ankle was swelled to twice its right size; but I felt sure that it

must now improve.

I made Kaiser stop his fuss and pulled open the door. I could just

make out the horsemen going along the grade almost to the town. I

crawled to the hay, and thought a long time. In the first place, I

knew the fires were all out and that the new snow had covered all

traces of any life about the town. The robbers would find the place

deserted and would go to work upon the safe. How long it would take

them to open it I did not know, but one of the many things I now

regretted was that, while fooling around with my tunnel, I had

neglected to take out and hide the tools that were in Beckwith's

blacksmith shop, as I had intended to do; for with these I did not

think it would take the men long to break into the safe.

After they had got the money two things might happen: they might take

it and return west, in which case they would be almost sure to stop at

Mountain's and discover me; in fact, the only thing I could not

understand was why they had not stopped as they went in. I knew how

much mercy I could expect from Pike and the kind of men that were with

him.

The other course that they might take after getting the safe open was

to stay in town for several days or even weeks; and in this case I

should simply starve and freeze to death where I was. The reasons that

made it seem likely that they would stay awhile were that there was no

danger, plenty of food and fuel, and comfortable places to live and

sleep. At first thought I saw one reason against it, and that was that

there was no liquor in the town; and I knew they were the kind of men

who would prize liquor higher than food. Then I remembered that,

though the contents of the saloons had been shipped away when they

were closed, I had heard there was a barrel of whiskey in the cellar

of Fitzsimmons's grocery store; and I knew, of course, that they

would find it. I thought again of my detestable tunnel, for if I had

not had my mind on it so much the barrel might have occurred to me and

I could have disposed of it somehow.

I thought a long time, and this was the amount of it: That in any case

I had best get back to town if I could. If I reached there while they

were at work on the safe, I might be able to slip in unseen and hide

somewhere till they were gone; and even if they did not go for some

days, I might manage to keep out of sight and live after a fashion.

Anything seemed better than staying where I was.

I was half dead from thirst, and it seemed that no harm could now come

from a little fire; so I soon had one started and some snow melting in

an old tin can. The drink and the warmth revived me a good deal, and I

decided to start immediately to crawl to the town. I thought with good

luck I might make it in four hours. It was now probably eleven

o'clock. I left my skees and started out. Kaiser bounded around me in

the greatest delight, barking and throwing up a cloud of snow. But

before I had gone twenty rods I sank half fainting with the pain of

dragging my ankle. Poor Kaiser whined and licked my face. When I

revived a little, I crept back and threw myself on the hay again,

ready to die with despair.

I lay there half an hour in the greatest mental and physical pain;

then an idea that drove it all away struck me like a flash. I sat up

and drew the skees to me on the floor, and placed them parallel and

about ten inches apart. Then I took one of the legs of the stove and

pounded a board off of the dry-goods box. It was four feet long and a

foot or more wide. I beat some nails out of the box, and then placed

the board lengthways on top of the skees and nailed it firmly. This

made me a sled, low but long and light.

I had on under my coat a jacket of coarse, strong cloth. This I took

off and cut and tore up into strips, knotted them together, and made

two stout ropes five or six feet long. I fastened one end of each of

these to the front of the skees. Then I let out Kaiser's collar two or

three holes, tied the other ends of my ropes to each side of it,

making them precisely like harness traces, and pushed out of the door

and sat down on my new sled. I had like to have forgotten the letter

on the door, but drew myself up and got it and put it in my pocket.

There was a monstrous red skull and cross-bones on the outside of it.

If you think I did not have a time teaching that dog to draw me, then

you are mistaken. The poor animal had not the least notion what I

wanted of him, and kept mixing up his legs in the traces, coming back

and bounding around me, and doing everything else that he shouldn't. I

coaxed, and tried to explain, and worked with him, and at last boxed

his ears. At this he sat down in the snow and looked at me as much as

to say, "Go ahead, if you will, and abuse the only friend you have

got!" At last I got him square in front, and, clapping my hands

suddenly, he jumped forward, jerked the sled out from under me, and

went off on the run with the thing flying behind.

I lay in the snow with my five wits half scared out of me, expecting

no less than that he would be so terrified that he would run to

Track's End without once stopping. But I made out to do what I could,

and called "Kaiser! Kaiser!" with all the voice I had. Luckily he

heard me, got his senses again, and stopped. He stood looking at me a

long time; then he slipped the collar over his head and came trotting

back, innocent as a lamb, without the sled.

There seemed to be nothing to do but to crawl to the sled, so I

started, with Kaiser tagging behind and not saying a word. I think he

felt he had done wrong, but did not know exactly how. The crawling

pained my ankle somewhat, but not so much as before, and I got to the

sled at last. I saw that it was near the trail which the men on

horseback had made, and this gave me an idea: perhaps Kaiser would

follow that. I pushed on over, and as soon as he saw the trail he

pricked up his ears, began to sniff at the snow and look toward the

town. I hitched him up again, headed him the right way, took a good

hold, and shouted, "Sic 'em, Kaiser!" He started off like a shot and

ran till he was quite out of breath.

After he had rested and I had petted and praised him, we went on. He

understood now what was wanted, and made no further trouble. We soon

got up on the grade, and found it much smoother. Indeed, the horses

had left a very good road, and by sitting well back on my odd sled, so

that the board would not plow up the snow, it was not at all hard for

Kaiser to draw me. We were soon near enough to the town, so that I

began to tremble for fear of being seen. My eyes were troubling me a

good deal; it was snow-blindness, but, as I had never heard of it, I

was frightened, not knowing what to think.

I could see the horses standing in a bunch in the open square between

the depot and town, but the men were nowhere in sight, and I doubted

not they were hard at work on the safe. After a good deal of labor I

managed to get Kaiser to turn off to the south until the railroad

buildings were between us and the town. Then I struck out straight for

the water-tank, and in a few minutes was up to it.

The space below the tank was inclosed, making a round, dark room

filled with big timbers. One of my keys fitted the door, and I opened

it, put Kaiser and the sled inside, and shut the door. The poor dog

thought this was poor payment for his work, but I could not trust him

loose. I picked up a narrow piece of board and broke it to the right

length for a crutch, and so managed to hobble along upright to the end

of the station platform. This was three or four feet from the ground,

and beneath it were a lot of ties, old boxes, and other rubbish. I

crawled under and around to the side next to the town, and peeped over

a log of wood.

The horses were standing in a huddle with their heads together, and I

did not pay much attention to them. A little to one side I saw a big

pile of blankets, bed-clothing, and other things taken from the hotel

and stores; and on top of it all my guns and other weapons. I expected

that they would take the guns, but was surprised at their bothering

with the other stuff. I could hear no sounds of their working on the

safe. All at once the door of Taggart's store opened and they came out

carrying a lot of rope and other things. Then I saw that they were not

the men I had thought, after all, but a band of Sioux Indians.

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