CHAPTER XXI

CAMPFIRE SMOKE

Dick’s eyes were shining as Sandy strode up.

“The last person on earth I expected to see!” he shouted. “When did you

get here?”

“A few hours ago,” replied Sandy, releasing Dick’s hand and standing up

to look curiously about him. “Corporal Rand was over at the warehouse

when we arrived.”

“We!” exclaimed Dick.

“Yes. Do you think I came alone? Sergeant Richardson and I left

Settlement Mountain a week ago, and I want to tell you we’ve made quick

time.”

“But what did you do with your prisoners?”

“Took them back to Wandley’s post. Had ’em locked up. While we were

there we saw Pearly. He’s very much improved.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” said Dick. “Well, how did you like the trip? I

suppose you had difficulty in finding the entrance to Blind Man’s Pass.”

“We were afraid we would, but fortunately everything turned out all

right. You see, Dick, there hasn’t been a heavy snow storm since that

day we started out with Pearly. We were able to follow your tracks most

of the way. The only place, where we had any trouble at all, was just

east of that long ravine. Here the wind had drifted in your trail. We

were delayed several hours before we found it again—about a mile farther

on.”

“I’m anxious to see Sergeant Richardson. How is he?”

“As fit as ever.”

There ensued a short interval of silence. Sandy gazed down at his chum,

sympathy and commiseration in his eyes.

“I guess you’ve had a pretty tough time of it. Do you think you’ll be

able to be around soon? Over at the warehouse, Toma told me all about

your experiences.”

At the memory, Dick’s face shadowed.

“I wouldn’t care to go through it all again. I’m glad you weren’t here,

Sandy. You might not have been so fortunate.”

Sandy grinned to himself. “Well, we’ve had a few exciting moments

ourselves. Early this morning we discovered the packers. I suppose Rand

told you.”

“Packers! What do you mean? Both the corporal and Toma have been as

secretive as clams. But once or twice I almost caught them. Tell me

about it, Sandy.”

The young Scotchman pulled forward a block of wood and sat down.

“It isn’t a very long story, Dick. I think our meeting with the packers

was as much a surprise to us as it was to them. You see, all day

yesterday we had been hurrying along, anxious to get down here to the

coast. We were not sure where we would find you. Sergeant Richardson was

always looking for the smoke of a campfire. When we were still ten or

twelve miles back along the trail, every chance he got he’d climb some

hill and scan the surrounding country with his field-glasses.

“We passed several cabins, but he thought it would be better not to make

inquiries there. Last night, just before we made camp, he shinned up a

tall tree and looked everywhere. He thought he could see the distant

glow of a fire, but he was not sure. This morning we rose early. It was

still dark when we started out. Sergeant Richardson was in the lead.

When daylight came, I remember he turned to tell me that we were not

more than four miles from the ocean.”

Sandy paused and smiled reminiscently.

“Not long after that we smelled smoke. It was faint, yet one could

detect the odor. The sergeant said:

“‘We’re pretty close to them now, Sandy. When we find the source of this

smoke, I think we’ll find them.’

“A little farther on, we saw a blue spiral, twisting and curling up

among the trees. We were very close now. Naturally, I was very anxious

to see you all again, and started forward on a run, but the sergeant

overtook me, seizing me by the collar. He yanked me into the bush.

“‘Don’t be a fool!’ he said.

“I thought he was unduly cautious. He warned me to be quiet, to follow

him. We advanced toward that smoke spiral as stealthily as a couple of

Bengal tigers. I’m here to tell you, Dick, that I’m mighty glad now that

we did.

“I guess you can imagine our surprise. Not you at all—not any of you!

Instead four dirty half-breeds and a queer-looking duffer of a white

man. I was disappointed. I didn’t have the least idea who they were, and

supposed, of course, that we would leave them and proceed on our

journey. I recall plucking at the sergeant’s sleeve and whispering

something about hurrying along on our way.

“But for some reason, Richardson was suspicious. He instructed me to

remain there while he crawled closer. The men were eating their

breakfast and talking amongst themselves. Richardson wanted to hear what

they said.

“I was annoyed over the delay. I wasn’t the least bit interested in

those half-breeds.

“‘We’re just wasting valuable time,’ I told myself.

“After a time, a rabbit hopped up close to where I was sitting and I

became interested in him. I had just chucked a piece of bark at him,

when I heard a sudden commotion. Someone was talking in a loud voice.

“It was the sergeant. There he stood with a gun in his hands, bawling

out orders. The half-breeds and the funny duffer in the gray cap were

huddled in front of him like a flock of frightened sheep.

“Even then it didn’t occur to me that they were Murky’s packers. I guess

I was a little bewildered. The thing had happened so suddenly. I heard

Richardson calling me.

“It was the white man who told us the story. He said he was sick of the

whole business and was ready to quit. He said he hadn’t done anything

wrong anyway, but even if he had, he preferred jail to another day in

that wilderness. He was only a common sailor, he told us, and would be

mighty glad to get back to his ship. Until just recently, neither he nor

any of the other sailors knew that the fur had been stolen. Captain

Reynolds, master of the yacht, had told them a very plausible story and

they had believed it.”

Sandy paused again.

“There isn’t much more to tell. We reached the warehouse less than an

hour later, where we found Corporal Rand and his prisoners. Maybe you

think I wasn’t glad.”

Dick looked up into his chum’s face and smiled.

“I’m glad too. This surely came as a surprise to me. It won’t be long

now until we can return to Fort Good Faith.”

Sandy rose to his feet. He stretched his arms above his head, yawning

lazily. Suddenly his hands dropped and he stared in surprise.

“Look, Dick! Here comes Sergeant Richardson. He’s bringing all the

prisoners.”

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