CHAPTER XXXIII.

A HALT.

It was just growing light as the two canoes shoved out in the river and

resumed their journey. The rapacious wolverines, enraged at the loss of

their expected prey, followed them to the very edge of the stream, where

their ear-splitting clamor grew more furious than ever. At one time,

indeed, it looked us though they were about to jump into the water and

swim out to them; and both the boys looked inquiringly at the face of

the Pah Utah. The stolid, indifferent expression that they there saw

relieved them, and they withdrew all further thought regarding the

troublesome animals.

Shasta had loosened the connection between the two boats--not, perhaps,

that he was unwilling to carry them also along, but because he judged it

was time that the party learned to navigate for themselves.

Tim O'Rooney grasped the paddle, and his handling of it showed no

ordinary skill. He had greatly improved upon his performance of

yesterday, and kept his position slightly in the rear of the other

canoe, whose owner, as a matter of course, timed his speed to that of

his pupil.

When the Irishman was tired he passed the paddle to Howard, who had been

carefully studying the "style" of Shasta, and whose efforts were modeled

after his. Practice alone can make perfect, no matter if the theory in

absolutely so. The mind may hold the exact idea, and may send the

precise message through the nerves to the muscles, but the latter must

make a good many trials before they can carry out orders with exactness.

And so the boy, although, as he believed, he imitated exactly the manner

of their dusky friend, was not long in finding that the paddle was by no

means as obedient. The reason was that the delicate play of the iron

muscles of the Pah Utah could not be seen. They had done this thing so

often that it became a matter of course with them.

But having started upon right principles, by the time the boy was so

exhausted that he could not move his arms, he could see that he had

improved, or as the sovereign people say, "he was getting the knack of

it." It was now Elwood's turn, and he caught the paddle with all the

enthusiasm which might be expected in a youngster who had been

impatiently waiting to take part in some game.

By the time Elwood needed rest, Tim O'Rooney was ready, and so the

paddle did unceasing work, each member having all the time necessary for

rest, until after they had been to work some hours, the boys found their

arms remained tired, and a longer cessation needed.

Shasta seemed to look upon these essays of his friends with no little

pleasure. He watched their movements all the time, and a horrible

suspicion once entered the head of Tim O'Rooney that he saw him come

very near smiling. Whether there were any grounds for this suspicion

probably will never be known, unless the Pah Utah takes it into his head

to write and tell us.

Shasta remained a few feet in advance, his back being placed toward the

prow of his own boat. This relative position--and our "pale faced"

friends, it may be said, labored savagely--was kept by him without any

effort. Now and then he touched the point of his paddle, but there was

scarcely a ripple. It was as a fish is sometimes seen to move through

the water with the slightest quiver of its fins.

When all three of our friends were used up, red in the face, panting and

sighing for a chance to take a good long rest, a tiny island came in

view round a bend in the river, and to their joy they saw Shasta fix his

eye upon it and then head his canoe toward the point. Cheered by the

prospect, they renewed their work with greater ardor, and in a few

moments the boats buried their points in the luxuriant undergrowth along

the shore.

The island was quite small, and offered no inducements in the way of

game, unless some animal in crossing the river had paused to rest itself

and make an exploration of the place. This was scarcely to be expected,

and none of the party based any hopes upon it.

After the inmates of the large canoe had stepped upon shore, Shasta sent

his backward into the river again by a sweep of his paddle, and headed

for the eastern bank, shooting over the surface with amazing speed. His

movements were watched with interest and some surprise.

"What can it mean?" asked Elwood.

"Perhaps he is going to leave us."

"I don't think he would do it in that manner. He will make an elaborate

good-by for us, for we are getting to understand each other quite well

by means of signs."

"Arrah now!" exclaimed Tim O'Rooney, "didn't ye saa that he was

disgusted wid our paddling and kaaping him back, and has gone out jist

that he may enj'y the pleasure of shtretching his arms in the

owld-fashioned manner, as Father O'Shaughnessy said when he tipped over

his brother?"

This may have satisfied the Irishman, but hardly the boys. It did not

look reasonable to them that the Indian, having just finished three

times the amount of work performed by each, was in so great need of

additional exercise that he must abandon his friends and paddle off over

the river.

"I think he is going to hunt for fish," said Elwood.

"But he could have caught them without going to land."

"Perhaps not. I noticed yesterday that he went where there was a sort of

eddy, and you see he can't find that very well unless it is close by

land."

Howard pointed to the lower end of the island:

"What better place could he find than that? It is just the spot to catch

fish."

By this time Shasta's canoe had reached the bank, but instead of landing

he turned the prow down stream, and slowly glided along as if in quest

of something. This to Tim O'Rooney was proof of the truth of his

declaration.

"What did I tell yees? The thrip to shore was not enough, and he's

taking a wee turn further."

"He is looking for a good fishing ground," affirmed Howard. "If it were

anything else he would not go so slowly."

"But, see! he has stopped?"

As Elwood spoke the Pah Utah rose in his canoe and stepped ashore. He

stooped and employed himself a moment with the canoe and then

disappeared.

"It cannot be that he has left us," said Elwood, in considerable alarm.

"No; I think he is hunting for game."

This seemed very reasonable, and the party waited patiently for his

return. No personal danger to himself could be expected, as he could not

be approached undiscovered by any hostile white man, and being an Indian

he could have no cause to fear anything from his own race.

Still there was a vague misgiving that everything was not right--that

something unusual would be the result of this separation--and each

member of the little party awaited, with more anxiety than he would have

confessed, some evidence of the intention of the Pah Utah.

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