WHO WAS THE HERO?
Bobby did not lose his head. After his manner in emergencies, he thought
quickly, and acted instantly, and now his bewilderment was for only a
moment.
Seizing the harpoon which Jimmy had dropped upon the ice, he gave a yell
that brought Skipper Ed to the water's edge in a hurry, and when Skipper
Ed came running down Bobby had already thrown off his _netsek_ and his
mittens and was knotting the loose end of the harpoon line around his
waist. Grasping the harpoon, he cast it upon the main ice, with the
command:
"Grab it, and hold it!"
"My God!" gasped Skipper Ed. "What has happened? Where is Jimmy? Where
is Partner?"
"In there! Stand by and help!" directed Bobby, who had not taken his
eyes off the dark water where Jimmy had disappeared, save for the
fleeting instant when he cast his harpoon to Skipper Ed.
Presently Jimmy, hampered by his _netsek_, weakly struggled to the
surface, already apparently overcome by the awful cold of the plunge.
Bobby saw him and instantly sprang after him, seized him about the waist
and held him with the desperation of one who fights with death. A
moment's struggle followed and then both lads went down.
Skipper Ed now comprehended Bobby's suddenly formulated plan of rescue,
and he pulled with all his strength upon the line, and as he pulled
Bobby, still grasping Jimmy about the body, rose again to the surface,
and Skipper Ed giving impetus to the line, drew them to him, seized them
and quite easily drew them upon the ice.
Jimmy had already lost consciousness and Bobby was so overcome by the
shock that he could scarcely speak, and Skipper Ed, lifting Jimmy into
his arms, ran with him to the _igloo_, calling to Bobby as he did so:
"Come! Run! Run, or you'll freeze!"
Bobby tried to run--tried very hard--but he fell. The water in an
instant formed a coat of mail upon his body. He rose, but his legs
refused to respond, and again he fell, and when Skipper Ed, who came
running back when he had dragged Jimmy into the _igloo_, reached him he
found Bobby on his hands and knees and nearly helpless.
"Come!" he shouted into Bobby's ear, at the same time passing his arm
around Bobby's body and lifting him to his feet. "Come, lad! Don't give
up!" he encouraged, half dragging the boy forward and pushing him into
the _igloo_.
"Undress, Bobby! Get into your sleeping bag!" he commanded.
"Jimmy--Jimmy--" said Bobby, in a voice which he hardly recognized as
his own.
"I'll take care of Jimmy," broke in Skipper Ed. "Get into your sleeping
bag! Quick!"
And Bobby in a dazed manner obeyed.
Fortunately the stone lamp was burning. Skipper Ed closed the door of
the _igloo_ with a block of snow, and working rapidly he stripped the
frozen clothing from Jimmy, wrapped him in a caribou skin, turned him
upon his face, and resorted to artificial respiration to restore him to
consciousness.
Jimmy responded quickly to the treatment, for he was suffering rather
from shock than from the amount of water that had entered his lungs, and
in a little while Skipper Ed was gratified to observe that he was
breathing naturally and making an effort to speak.
"Where's--Bobby?" he asked faintly.
"Bobby's safe," said Skipper Ed with a strange choking in his voice.
"Bobby pulled you out, Partner. My brave partner!"
Without delay Skipper Ed now tucked Jimmy into his sleeping bag, and
wrapping an additional caribou skin around each of the boys, set himself
at once to brewing some hot strong tea, which he forced them to drink,
and until they had drunk it and were thoroughly warmed he commanded them
to do no talking, though in spite of the injunction Bobby asked:
"Is Jimmy all right?"
"He's all right," reassured Skipper Ed, "as snug as can be, in his bag.
Now don't say another word until I give you permission. Go to sleep."
"Where's my _netsek_? Did you find it? And my mittens? I'll need 'em
again," persisted the practically disposed Bobby, who was already
thinking of the future.
"You young rascal! Go to sleep, I say, and don't let me hear another
word," insisted Skipper Ed. "I'll go find 'em. Keep quiet now and go to
sleep."
Skipper Ed found the _netsek_ and mittens, as he had promised he would.
The tide had driven the piece of ice upon which Bobby had left them back
again to the main ice. Then he fed the dogs, and when he returned to the
_igloo_ both lads were sleeping soundly.
He filled his pipe, and sat for two hours, and until darkness settled,
smoking and ruminating. He did not know yet the full history of the
accident. He only knew that Jimmy had in some manner got into the water,
was overcome by the icy bath and was perishing when Bobby called, and
that Bobby by quick thought and quick action had saved his young
partner.
"They're both as tough as nuts or they never would have come out of
that dip so well," he said to himself. "Bobby's a hero, and as unselfish
as the day is long.
"I wonder what he'd have been if he'd never gone adrift and had never
come to this rugged land. I wonder if his rich parents, or the luxuries
and frivolities of civilization, would have spoiled him, and made him
grow up into a selfish, cowardly, and perhaps dissipated, weakling? I
wonder if it's the rugged country and the rugged, hard life he lives,
that have given him a rugged, noble heart, or whether he'd have had it
anyway?
"It's God's mystery. God holds our destiny in His hands, and our destiny
is His will. Perhaps He sent the lad here to mould his character upon
the plan of the great wide wilderness and boundless sea, and to fit him
for some noble part that he is to play some time in life."
Skipper Ed knocked the ashes from his pipe.
"Perhaps after all," he mused, "my life here has not been wasted.
Perhaps my part in life was to teach these boys and help to broaden
their life. Perhaps that was the reason I drifted here and remained
here. Every misfortune and every sorrow is just a stepping stone to
something higher and better."
"Skipper!" Bobby was awake and Skipper Ed's musings were at an end.
"Yes, son." He called Bobby "son" sometimes, as a special mark of
affection.
"Did you find the _netsek_ and mittens?"
"Yes, you practical young scamp."
"That's good," said Bobby, "for I couldn't hunt tomorrow without them."
"Hunt tomorrow!" exclaimed Skipper Ed. "Is that the first thing you
think of when you wake up? I'm not sure I'll let you hunt tomorrow. I
may keep you in your sleeping bag."
"I'm all right, Skipper," declared Bobby, "I'm going to get out of my
bag right now. I'm so hungry I'll be eating it if I don't."
"Stay where you are!" commanded Skipper Ed. "I'll feed you right there.
I have some fresh seal meat all cooked, and I'll make tea."
"Is Jimmy asleep, and is he all right?"
"Yes, he's sleeping, and I've no doubt he'll be all right in a day or
two."
"Skipper," said Bobby, as Skipper Ed threw a handful of tea into the
simmering teakettle, "do you know what Jimmy did?"
"Why, yes. He fell into the sea, and would have perished if you hadn't
been so prompt in making a human fishhook of yourself."
"What I did wasn't anything any one wouldn't have done," declared Bobby
deprecatingly.
"But we were on that cake of ice and it began to turn over, and Jimmy
jumped into the water to save me. If we'd both gone in we'd both have
drowned, for we couldn't have got out with our _netseks_ on in that
paralyzing cold, and Jimmy knew it, so he just jumped in to save me, and
I'm sure he never expected to get out himself. That's the greatest thing
anybody could have done."
"Jumped in to save you? My partner a hero, too! I knew it was in him,
though. You're a pair of the bravest chaps I ever knew, and I'm proud of
you both," and Skipper Ed's voice sounded strange and choky.
"Oh, it was nothing for me to do! I was safe on the end of the line! I
was sure of getting out--but Jimmy!"
"Here," said Skipper Ed, "is some fine tender seal meat and a hard
biscuit. Drink down this hot tea. It's good for you. And stop talking. I
know what you did, you young husky."
Bobby laughed, and sipped the steaming tea.
Jimmy always insisted that he would have gone into the water anyhow when
the ice turned over, and therefore had no choice, and deserved no credit
for what he did, but that Bobby did a very brave act. And Bobby insisted
that Jimmy had risked his life to save his, and was the bravest chap in
the world. And Skipper Ed insisted that both lads were wonderful heroes.
So it comes about that you and I will have to decide for ourselves which
was right, and who was the hero.