IN THE RAPIDS
They left their horses in camp, in charge of Gabe, since the hunting
ground was in a wild region, stretches of woodland being interspersed
with rocky tracks, over which a steed would find it dangerous to travel.
"Now, don't make any more noise than you can help," cautioned Mr.
Curtin. "No use telling the elk we're coming. Have you your guns
loaded?"
"Yes," replied Jed. "I'm afraid mine's a pretty light rifle, though, to
stop an elk."
"A small bullet, in the right place, is just as good as a large one,"
replied Mr. Hurd. "Now, don't talk any more than is necessary."
They proceeded with caution for two or three miles, but their most
careful observation failed to disclose any elk, or smaller deer. The two
boys were beginning to feel a bit disappointed, as they had set their
hearts on at least getting a shot at big game.
Another mile brought no results, though Mr. Hurd said the signs of elk
were growing better.
"There's been a herd here in the last few days," he said. "A big one,
too, by the looks of things."
"I guess they got word we were coming," remarked his partner. "They know
we have two mighty hunters with us," and he glanced at the lads.
"I can only speak for myself," replied Jed, in low tones, which they all
used. "I'm a crack shot, but my brother has hard work hitting the
broadside of a barn door."
"I'll punch you for that, when we get back to camp!" exclaimed Will in a
tense whisper.
"Hark!" suddenly exclaimed Mr. Curtin.
They were silent in an instant. Then, through the quiet woods, came a
sound of underbrush being trampled under feet.
"Here's something coming," whispered Mr. Hurd. He raised his rifle in
readiness, the others following his example. Hardly had they done so,
ere, from the bushes, there stepped out a magnificent elk. It looked so
big and imposing, as it stood there in the forest, that Jed and Will
forgot that they were hunting and stood staring at the creature, that
was so surprised at the sudden appearance of human beings on its
preserves that it did not instantly flee from danger.
An instant later Mr. Hurd fired, and, at the same moment, the elk
bounded off through the trees.
"Shoot, somebody!" cried the man who had fired. His companion's gun
spoke, but too late.
"After him!" shouted Mr. Hurd. "I only wounded him. We've got to come up
with him quickly, or he'll be miles away. But I think I crippled him. I
don't want him to go off in the woods and die in misery."
Jed and Will were off on a run, their nimble legs carrying them ahead
faster than did the limbs of the two miners.
"I see him!" cried Jed, as he caught a glimpse of the big creature
through the trees. The elk had stopped to lick a wound on the left fore
quarter, where the bullet had gone in and from which blood was flowing.
The elk heard the boys coming. Up went its head, and once more it was
off like a shot. Just as it gathered itself for a leap, Jed fired. He
heard the thud of the bullet, and knew he had sent it into a vital spot.
"Did you get him?" cried Will.
"I think so! Come on!"
Forward rushed the two brothers. They emerged into a little clearing,
and, at the farther side of it, was a sight that caused Jed's heart to
throb.
On the ground, kicking its last, was the big elk. His bullet had quickly
put it out of its misery.
"Hurrah! You did it!" yelled Will.
"I told you I was a good shot," said Jed. "But if Mr. Hurd hadn't
wounded it, I doubt very much if I could have killed it."
"Any luck, boys?" asked Mr. Curtin, as he and his partner emerged from
the woods into the little clearing. "I should say so!" he exclaimed a
moment later, as he saw the big elk on the ground. "Who did it?"
"Jed did," answered Will, proud of his brother's success. "I'll get the
next one, though."
"I don't believe we'd better hunt any more," spoke Mr. Hurd. "We have
more meat now than we can eat, and it would only be wasteful to kill
more game. We're not on a hunting excursion. You shall have a chance
later, Will."
"All right," was the answer, though the boy could not help feeling a
little disappointed at not having an opportunity to kill some big game.
But he saw the force of the miner's reasoning.
"We'll take the best part of this back to camp," said Mr. Hurd. "I'll
cut it up, as I understand such things."
"Can I have the horns?" asked Jed.
"Of course, but you'll have a hard job carting them out to the mines
with you. I'd leave 'em here. You can get a pair on your way back
East."
Jed decided this was good advice, though the antlers were a fine pair,
and he hated to leave them.
Laden with choice pieces of the elk meat, the four hunters returned to
camp, where they found Gabe peacefully smoking his pipe. In a little
while they were sitting down to a meal of elk steaks, while recounting
the adventures of the day.
It was so pleasant in camp, that, as the horses were a trifle tired with
the journey so far, especially those from the farm, for they were not
used to going so steadily, it was decided to remain there a few days. In
that time Jed and Will went out hunting again, and this time luck was
with the younger brother, for he bowled over a fine buck deer.
"Well," remarked Gabe one morning, when they had finished breakfast, "I
don't know how you folks feel about it, but I seem to want to be getting
on toward the gold mines. I'm afraid Ted Jordan and his crowd will get
all the nuggets."
"Yes, I guess we've had an easy time long enough," admitted Mr. Hurd.
"We'll travel on a bit further with you, if you don't mind, Mr.
Harrison. I don't just know where me and my partner will begin to
prospect yet. Maybe we'll go to Dizzy Gulch."
"Come along," invited Gabe heartily. "I reckon there's room for all,
and I'm sure me and the boys are glad of your company."
"That's what we are," said Jed, and Will agreed with him.
So, having struck camp, they placed their packs on their horses, and,
having smoked some of the elk and deer meat for future use, they set
off.
They were now getting into the mountain region, and it was not as easy
traveling as it had been. The way became rougher and wilder, and the
horses, especially those of Jed, Will and Mr. Harrison, felt the pace
very much.
"Guess you don't find this much easier than cultivating corn, do you?"
asked the old miner one day, after a particularly hard bit of travel up
a mountain side, and an equally difficult passage down the corresponding
slope.
"It isn't as easy as I thought it was," admitted Jed. "Still, it's more
exciting. Farming is pretty dull."
"Oh, you haven't begun to see excitement yet," put in Mr. Hurd. "Wait
until you get to the new diggings, where the miners and gamblers are
congregated."
"Speaking of gamblers reminds me that I wish I could set eyes on Con
Morton," said Mr. Harrison. "The more I get to thinking of how he
swindled me out of the biggest part of my fortune, the angrier I am."
"Do you think you'll ever see him again?" asked Jed.
"I certainly hope so. I shouldn't be surprised if he was out at the new
diggings. He generally hustles to where the miners have plenty of money
for him to swindle them out of. Once I get sight of him----"
Mr. Harrison did not finish, but the look on his face showed it would
not be good for Con Morton if the old miner met him.
When the travelers got down into the valley, after climbing one chain of
mountains, they found their further progress barred by a swift stream.
"Shall we ford it, or travel toward the head, where it isn't so wide?"
asked Mr. Hurd.
"I'm in favor of crossing here," returned Gabe. "We've lost considerable
time as it is, and I don't fancy going fifty or a hundred miles out of
my way because of a brook."
"This is a pretty good-sized brook," said Mr. Curtin. "It looks
dangerous. Suppose we wait until morning?"
It was then getting dusk, and they were anxious to make camp.
"Never stop on the near side of a stream, when night is coming on, is my
motto," went on Gabe. "Can't tell but there'll be a big rain in the
night, and the stream will be so risen that it will delay us a week. No,
let's cross now, and camp on the other side. If it's too deep for
wading, the horses can swim it."
They prepared to follow his advice. Their camp outfits were tightly tied
in water-proof bags, and securely fastened to the saddles of the steeds.
When this had been done it was quite dark, but they thought the crossing
of the stream would not take long, so they urged the rather unwilling
beasts into the water.
The horses proceeded cautiously, stepping slowly. Suddenly the animal on
which rode the old miner got beyond its depth, and the next instant was
swimming.
"No ford here," cried Gabe. "Look out for yourselves, everybody! Don't
lean too far forward so's the horses' heads will go under. Hold your
guns over your heads."
By this time the five horses were swimming for the other side of the
stream, with the travelers on their backs. As they advanced the current
became swifter and stronger. What had seemed like an ordinary mountain
river was a dangerous one.
For some reason Jed's horse seemed to be headed more down stream than
did any of its companions. Gabe noticed this and called:
"Head him up this way, Jed. It sounds like rapids below there, and maybe
there's a waterfall."
Jed tried to, but it is no easy matter to guide a horse in the water,
especially when the animal is frightened. In vain did the lad tug at the
reins. The horse was now swimming right down the middle of the river.
An instant later, as the stream made a bend, Jed could look ahead
through the fast-gathering darkness. The river was a mass of white foam.
"The rapids!" he cried. "I'm in the rapids!"
Almost as he spoke his horse was stumbling over stones and boulders in
the shallow part of the stream, where the waters lashed themselves into
foam as they rushed over the rocky bed.