Bart laid down his rifle as he uttered this very feminine exclamation,
and shading his eyes, gazed before him up the river.
For as he had been dreamily gazing before him at the shallow where the
water ran over a bed of the purest sand for about a hundred yards, it
seemed to him that he had seen a dark something roll over, and then for
a moment a hand appeared above the water, or else it was the ragged leaf
of some great water-plant washed out from its place of growth in the
bank.
"It looks like--it must be--it is!" cried Bart. "Somebody has fallen
in, and is drowning."
As he thought this a chill feeling of horror seemed to rob him of the
power of motion. And now, as he gazed at the glittering water with
starting eyes, he knew that there was no mistake--it was no fancy, for
their was a body being rolled over and over by the stream, now catching,
now sweeping along swiftly, and nearer and nearer to where the lad
crouched.
The water before him was shallow enough, and all clear sand, so without
hesitation Bart lowered himself down from the rock, stepped on to the
sand with the water now to his knees, and was then about to wade towards
the body, when he turned sharply and clutched the rough surface of the
rock, clinging tightly, and after a brief struggle managed to clamber
back panting, and with the perspiration in great drops upon his brow.
He knew now what he had only partly realised before, and that was the
fact that these beautiful, smooth sands, over which the swift current
pleasantly glided, were quicksands of the most deadly kind, and that if
he had not struggled back there would have been no chance of escape.
Another step would have been fatal, and he must have gone down, for no
swimming could avail in such a strait.
But Bart, in spite of the shock of his narrow escape, had not forgotten
the object for which he had lowered himself from the rock, and gazing
eagerly towards the shallows, he saw that it was just being swept off
then into the deep water that rushed round the buttress upon which he
stood.
It was the work of moments. Reaching out as far as he could, he just
managed to grip the clinging garment of the object sweeping by, and as
he grasped it tightly, so great was the power of the water, that he felt
a sudden snatch that threatened to tear the prize from his hand. But
Bart held on fiercely, and before he could fully comprehend his position
he found that he had overbalanced himself, and the next moment he had
gone under with a sullen plunge.
Bart was a good swimmer, and though encumbered with his clothes, he felt
no fear of reaching the bank somewhere lower down; and, confident in
this respect, he looked round as he rose to the surface for the body of
him he had tried to save, for as he struck the water he had loosened his
hold.
There was just a glimmer of something below the surface, and taking a
couple of sturdy strokes, Bart reached it before it sank lower, caught
hold, and then guiding his burden, struck out for the shore.
The rocks from which he had come were already a hundred yards above
them, the stream sweeping them down with incredible swiftness, and Bart
knew that it would be folly to do more than go with it, striving gently
the while to guide his course towards some projecting rocks upon the
bank. There was the possibility, too, of finding some eddy which might
lead him shoreward; and after fighting hard to get a hold upon a piece
of smooth stone that promised well, but from which he literally seemed
to be plucked by the rushing water, Bart found himself in a deep, still
pool, round which he was swept twice, and, to his horror, nearer each
time towards the centre, where, with an agonising pang, he felt that he
might be sucked down.
Dreading this, he made a desperate effort, and once more reached the
very edge of the great, calm, swirling pool just as the bushes on the
bank were parted with a loud rush, and the Beaver literally bounded into
the water, to render such help that when, faint and exhausted, they all
reached a shallow, rocky portion of the stream a quarter of a mile below
where Bart had made his plunge, the chief was ready to lift out the
object the lad had tried to save, and then hold out his hand and help
the lad ashore.
The next minute they were striving all they knew to try and resuscitate
him whom Bart had nearly lost his life in trying to save, the
interpreter joining them to lend his help; and as they worked, trying
the plan adopted by the Indians in such a case, the new-comer told Bart
how the accident had occurred.
His words amounted to the statement that while the speaker and the chief
had been collecting sticks for a fire to roast a salmon they had speared
with a sharp, forked stick, they had seen the Doctor busily rinsing the
sand in a shallow pool of the rocks, well out, where the stream ran
fast. They had not anticipated danger, and were busy over their
preparations, when looking up all at once, they found the Doctor was
gone.
Even then they did not think there was anything wrong, believing that
while they were busy their leader had gone to some other part among the
rocks, till, happening to glance down the stream some minutes later, the
Beaver's quick eyes had caught sight of the bright tin bowl which the
Doctor had been using to rinse the sand in his hunt for gold, floating
on the surface a hundred yards below, and slowly sailing round and round
in an eddy.
This started them in search of the drowning man, with the result that
they reached Bart in time to save both.
For after a long and arduous task the Doctor began to show signs of
returning life, and at last opened his eyes and stared about him like
one who had just awakened from a dream.
"What--what has happened?" he asked. "Did--did I slip from the rocks,
or have I been asleep?"
He shuddered, and struggled into a sitting position, then thoroughly
comprehending after a few minutes what had passed:
"Who saved me?" he asked quickly.
The Beaver seemed to understand the drift of the question, for he
pointed with a smile to Bart.
"You?" exclaimed the Doctor.
"Oh, I did nothing," said Bart modestly. "I saw you floating down
towards me, and tried to pull you on a rock; instead of doing which, you
pulled me in, and we swam down together till I got near the shore, and
then I could do no more. It was the Beaver there who saved us."
The Doctor rose and grasped the chief's hand, wringing it warmly.
"Where's Joses?" he said sharply.
No one knew.
"Let us go back," said the Doctor; "perhaps we shall meet him higher
up;" and looking faint and utterly exhausted, he followed the two
Indians as they chose the most easy part of the valley for walking, the
Doctor's words proving to be right, for they came upon Joses toiling
down towards the passage leading to the plain with six heavy fish
hanging from a tough wand thrust through their gills.
They reached the chimney, as Bart christened it, just about the same
time as Joses, who stared as he caught sight of the saturated clothes.
"What! been in after the fish?" he said with a chuckle. "I got mine,
master, without being wet."
"We've had a narrow escape from drowning, Joses," said the Doctor,
hoarsely.
"That's bad, master, that's bad," cried Joses. "It all comes o' my
going away and leaving you and Master Bart, there; but I thought a few
o' these salmon chaps would be good eating, so I went and snared 'em out
with a bit o' wire and a pole."
"I shall soon be better, Joses," replied the Doctor. "The accident
would have happened all the same whether you had been there or no. Let
us get back to the camp."
"Are we going to leave them beautiful fish the Beaver and old
Speechworks here have caught and cooked?" asked Joses, regretfully.
"No," said the Doctor, sinking down upon a stone, "let us rest and eat
them. We shall not hurt out here in this bright sunshine, Bart, and
we'll wring some of the water out of our clothes, and have less weight
to carry."
This speech gave the greatest of satisfaction, for the party were
ravenously hungry, and the halt was not long enough to do any one hurt,
for the broiled salmon was rapidly eaten. Then they started, and after
a rather toilsome climb, ascended once more to the level of the plain,
and reaching the waggons learned that all was well, before proceeding to
the Doctor's quarters in his tent at the top of the mountain.