UPHOLDING THE LAW
All day long the pointed prow of the little canoe had disturbed the
surface of the Hishu in its steady progress up-stream. The monotonous
swish of the paddle continued hour after hour as Buckskin Dan and Grey
bent to their task. The latter was still somewhat weak after the trying
experiences through which he had recently passed. But the energy and
fire of manhood, now intensified by a new hope within his breast,
converted toil into play. Madeline was sitting well astern, with Donnie
seated comfortably by her side. Upon her face a new light had dawned.
She thought much of the terrible journey she had made down that same
river but a few days before. Then she was helpless. But now the two
strong forms bending and swinging before her were near to shield her
from harm.
Her eyes often roamed to Nadu's muffled figure sitting so quietly in the
bow. The Indian woman had suddenly appeared below the Kaska Rapids as
they were about to embark, and implored to be taken back to Hishu. After
careful consideration Dan and Grey had conceded to her request. Why she
wished to go they could not tell. Neither did they ask her, well knowing
that questions would be useless.
It was a weary way up that crooked stream, and the shadows of a second
night were gathering ere they neared the end of their voyage. They had
hoped to arrive at Hishu before dark, but in this they were
disappointed. Grey's mind was somewhat troubled as he thought of the
reception which probably awaited them there. What had Siwash Bill and
his companions been doing during the past week? Would they oppose them,
and strive to wrench the child from their grasp? He glanced at his rifle
lying near his side, and thought of the revolver at his hip. His teeth
closed firmly together as he pictured the gang surrounding them. He
would show them a thing or two if they attempted any of their vile
tricks. There was also that cabin affair, and their dastardly attempt
upon his life to be settled. How he longed to be at them.
He was roused from his reverie by a low cry from Nadu. Glancing quickly
up he saw the woman pointing excitedly ahead to the left bank.
"See, see!" she cried. "There, there!"
Following the pointed finger Grey was able to discern in the distance a
horseman speeding along the trail close to the river. At times he was
lost to view behind a clump of trees, only to reappear farther on. Ere
long he was lost to sight amidst the forest and the deepening gloom. Dan
ceased paddling, turned and looked into Grey's face.
"It's that skunk, Shifty Nick!" he exclaimed. "He's spotted us, an' is
hikin' back to Hishu with the news! He's been waitin' fer us to appear,
that's sartin. What mischief are them villains up to now, I wonder?"
"They haven't given us up, then," Grey replied, heading the canoe
up-stream. "We're in for it, and there's nothing else for us to do but
to drive ahead as fast as we can and have it over with them as soon as
possible. I'm tired of this hide-and-seek game. It's getting on my
nerves."
Dan did not reply, but bent to his paddle with more determination than
ever. How the canoe did thrill along through the water. Nearer and
nearer they came to the village, and after a while dim forms of the
cabins could be discerned in the distance. Instead of following the left
bank of the stream, Dan headed the canoe to the right. Grey wondered at
this, but said nothing. He believed the trapper had some purpose in mind
which he would soon explain. When almost opposite the village Dan ran
the canoe sharply ashore, and when its keel grated gently upon the beach
he laid down his paddle and stood up.
"If yez don't mind," he commenced, "I'll jist leave yez here fer awhile
an' slip over to Hishu alone an' size things up a bit. We must be
cautious."
"And I had better go with you, Dan," Grey replied. "You may need my
help."
"No, pardner. You stay here an' guard the lassie an' the kid. It's best
not to leave 'em alone. Ye can't tell what might happen."
"Oh, don't go, Norman," pleaded Madeline, leaning forward and laying
her hand gently on his arm. "Stay with us. So many things have happened
lately that I dread to be alone."
"Well, I'll stay then," Grey assented. "Only I don't like to have Dan go
over there by himself. Two are better than one."
All had now left the canoe except Nadu, who made no effort to move.
"Come," commanded Dan, as he was about to shove the canoe back into the
water. "Ain't ye goin' to git out, too?"
"No. Me go to Hishu," was the brief reply.
Dan hesitated only for an instant, and then sent the craft reeling into
the current. It was nothing to him whether the woman stayed or went.
Seizing a paddle he headed the canoe for the opposite shore, intending
to land about one hundred yards below the store. The evening was still,
and hardly a sound did he make as he paddled swiftly forward.
As he neared the shore a rifle report suddenly broke the silence,
followed immediately by a second, while a bullet whistled past his head.
A scream of pain and fright came from Nadu, and looking quickly in her
direction Dan saw her lift herself to her feet, reel and fall with a
sickening splash into the dark water. A feeling of wild rage possessed
the trapper. He realised now the cowardly nature of the attack, in which
the Indian woman was the victim. He wheeled the canoe around in an
effort to see some sign of Nadu. But nothing could he observe, although
he drifted some distance down the river in the hope of seeing her body
rise to the surface.
Resolved to search no longer he headed the canoe for the place where the
others were waiting, when again the rifles spoke. Dan threw himself
forward, and the bullet whistled harmlessly overhead.
"Them villains! Them sarpints!" he cried, as he ran the canoe upon the
beach and leaped out. "I'll git me hands on 'em afore long, see if I
don't," and he shook his fist in the direction of Hishu.
When Madeline heard about Nadu's death she sank upon the ground and
buried her face in her hands. Her heart had held no bitterness for the
poor distracted Indian woman since that day she had talked with her in
the Mission House. And now Nadu was gone! All her earthly troubles over
in an instant.
"Oh, it is terrible, terrible!" she cried, springing to her feet. "When
will these things end! Can nothing stop those horrible men?"
Ere an answer could be made a noise from the opposite shore arrested
their attention. Shouts, yells and oaths fell upon their ears. They
listened, and at length the sounds moved up-stream toward the store.
"The miners! The miners!" exclaimed the trapper, now much excited.
"They've come from the hills, an' none too soon. Oh, if they'd only
arrived a few minutes earlier, that poor creature 'ud not be lyin' out
thar in the river. We'll go over now, fer the miners have got things in
their own hands, an' Buckskin Dan wants a finger in the mess, too. He's
got a few words to say. Hurry up. Let's go, quick."
As they paddled rapidly across the river straight toward the store, a
bright light suddenly sprang up right before them. Larger and larger it
grew, until huge forked flames were leaping wildly into the air. It was
a bonfire which had been built, and the light was illumining the village
for some distance around.
"We must keep back in the shadders," Dan remarked as they landed upon
the shore, "an' git the lassie an' kid inter my cabin. It's no place fer
'em outside on sich an occasion as this. You take 'em thar, pardner," he
said, turning to Grey, who was carrying Donnie. "I can't wait any
longer. I want to jine the crowd. Here's the key to me shack."
Heeding not the confusion near the store, Norman turned somewhat to the
left, and keeping well within the shadows gradually worked his way
around toward Dan's cabin. Madeline followed close behind, and after
what seemed to be a long time they came upon the shack on the opposite
side from the store. The light from the fire was broken by the building,
up to which they were able to creep unnoticed. It took Norman but a
minute to place the child upon the ground, unlock the door, and throw it
open. When once inside he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank God, we are here at last, Madeline," and he turned as he spoke to
the woman by his side.
The small window faced the store, and the light shining through
illuminated the whole room. It showed Madeline's face, white and tired
after the journey and the trying ordeal of the evening. Grey laid
Donnie, who had fallen asleep in his arms, gently in the lower bunk, and
turned to the woman standing quietly near.
"Madeline," he said, taking her hands in his, and looking into her weary
eyes, "you are tired and need food and rest. Sit in this big chair,
while I build a fire, and we shall soon have a lunch together."
"I am tired," Madeline replied as she took the seat and watched Norman
as he at once applied himself to his task.
The large chair was Buckskin Dan's special pride. He had made it big and
luxurious, and had covered it with skins of wild animals. To Madeline it
was the essence of comfort to nestle among the soft furs and lean her
head against the high back. She watched Norman as he moved about the
stove piling in dry wood, pouring water into the kettle, and laying the
few dishes upon the table. Neither spoke, for words were unnecessary. To
each that humble cabin was more beautiful than a gorgeous palace. Love
pervaded the room. It had a language without words, and a music without
sound.
But Grey's mind was not at rest. The gathering near the store worried
him. He realised what those men might do when carried away in the heat
of excitement. He thought of the whisky on the shelves, and what the
result would be should the men get hold of it. Once he went to the door
and listened. Siwash Bill and his companions were standing with their
backs against the store, surrounded by the miners. Dan was speaking,
and ever and anon above the crackling of the fire Grey could catch a few
words. He was telling in fiery language of the murderous attack made by
Windy Pete out in the hills that dark night, and of the cowardly attempt
at murder in his own cabin.
As the speaker proceeded the cries of rage became fiercer, and it was
quite evident to the listening constable that the whisky had been
liberally sampled. When he re-entered the cabin his face was graver than
usual. He had depended upon Dan, and now he was stirring these men to
passionate action.
"Is anything wrong, Norman?" Madeline asked, noting the expression of
concern upon his brow.
"I'm afraid so," was the reply. "We can't tell what the miners will do
to-night. They are almost beside themselves now. That cursed whisky has
let loose the evil demon within them. It always does."
Yells and cries more vehement than before caused Grey to hurry again
outside. He heard several shouting for ropes, and noted that the miners
had formed more closely about the three wretched men. He realised that
there was no time to lose. Hastening across the opening he reached the
circle of men, pushed his way through, and stood for a moment and viewed
the situation. Several ropes had been found within the store, and nooses
had been quickly formed. Extending for several feet from the eaves of
the building were two rough-hewn log plates, upon which the roof rested.
These, as is often the case, had not been cut off, and on them the
storekeeper had often hung articles for safety from the numerous
starving Indian dogs which frequented the place when the natives were at
Hishu. Over one of these a rope was now thrown, and the noose in the
other end was about to be slipped over the head of the terrified squaw
man, when Grey stepped quickly to his side.
"What's the meaning of this?" he cried, facing the miners. "Surely
you're not going to string these men up?"
"That's what we're going to do, pardner," shouted several. "They deserve
more'n that. They stole the kid, an' tried to kill you, didn't they?
Step back, and don't interfere."
"But I will interfere," insisted Grey. "I know they deserve severe
punishment, but you must not take the law into your own hands. They'll
be dealt with, so don't you stain your hands with their blood."
"Come, come, don't stand there preachin' to us," came the cry as the men
surged closer. "We want to see 'em go up now. Our law is quicker, an'
there's no chance of their gittin' away."
It was a critical moment, and Grey knew it. Before him stood these men,
mad and inflamed by the poisonous trash they had been drinking. They
were certainly not in a fit condition to hearken to reason. Yet
sometimes such hearts could be stirred by sentiment.
"Listen," he cried, raising his right hand for silence. "In the name of
the Queen, I demand protection for these men."
His words had some effect upon several of the miners.
"The Queen; God bless her," they shouted. "Long may she live."
But some had been born under other flags, and this appeal to loyalty
moved them not.
"That won't do," they cried. "The Queen's all right, but she'd do the
same as us if she was here. So stand back, an' let us to our job."
"Then you'll do it in the barking mouth of this," Grey calmly replied as
his hand slipped to his hip, and ripped forth his revolver. "As a member
of a Force whose duty it is to uphold the law of our land I shall stand
by these men. Lay hands upon them at your peril."
A yell of anger burst from the miners at Grey's words and action. Their
rage for the moment was diverted from Bill and his companions to the
constable. They were not men to be startled or cowed by the gleam of a
revolver. Instantly their hands slipped to their hips, and as many
weapons flashed in the firelight.
"We kin play at that game, too, pardner," said one sturdy miner in the
front row. "Ye can't bully us, an' it ain't no use tryin'."
"I'm not trying to bully you," Grey responded. "I'm only trying to bring
you to your senses. Though you're forty to one, I'll make your number
less if you're not careful."
At that moment Buckskin Dan sprang to Grey's side. He had watched the
proceedings for a while without interfering. But he knew that his words
had done much to cause this disturbance. He longed to see the three
rascals strung up. But now that his partner was in danger it was a
different matter, and he must help him.
"Have a care, pardners," he roared. "If yez touch this man, yez'll
answer to the hull Force, an' the British Empire back of 'em. I'll stand
by the laddie here, and yez know what Buckskin Dan's like when he gits
his gun to work."
On any other occasion the men would have listened to these words of
reason. But they were in no mood for that now. They were mad, clean
crazy for something, they hardly knew what, and their passion was like a
furiously blazing fire.
"Come out of that, Dan," yelled several. "We don't want to hurt you.
Let's git at that d-- cur. We're not afraid of the whole British
Empire."
"Hear, hear," roared the rest. "Down with them, and let us at our men."
They surged nearer, and in an instant more the rush would take place.
Grey's finger was upon the trigger. The revolver was all ready to spit
messages of death, when suddenly his hand dropped, and his eyes stared
in amazement. There at his side stood Madeline, confronting the men
before her. How she had got there he could not tell. Her slight form was
drawn to its full height, while her face was as white as death. Had an
angel dropped suddenly into their midst the miners could not have been
more surprised. They hesitated, lowered their weapons, and surged back
a pace or two. For ten heart beats no one spoke, and the roaring fire
was the only sound heard. Then Madeline took a step to the right, and
placed herself directly in front of the constable, keeping her face to
the miners.
"You are men," she began in a trembling voice, "and will respect a
woman, for your mothers were women. But if you shoot this man you will
do it through my body. He saved my life, and I love him."
"Madeline! Madeline! What are you doing here?" Grey demanded. "This is
no place for you. Oh, please go away for my sake."
"For your sake I shall stay," was the reply.
But there was no need for Madeline's fear. She was safe in the presence
of those men. Where reason and appeal to loyalty had failed, the
presence of this woman had succeeded. Their hearts were stirred by the
scene before them, and the true chivalry of their nature conquered.
"Three cheers for the lady," shouted one.
"Three cheers," was the cry, and how they did roar out the three rounds
and a "tiger."
"Thank you very much," Madeline responded. "But you will prove that you
are in earnest by sparing those men."
"An' let 'em escape the noose?" roared one. "Not a bit of it."
"Wait until the morning, then," Madeline pleaded. "Not to-night. For my
sake."
"Come, Jake, don't be stubborn," was the cry. "Let's do as the lady
wishes. But we'll take good care they won't git away. Come, boys, let's
make 'em fast, an' tie 'em up good an' tight till mornin'."
In the confusion and cries which followed Grey seized Madeline by the
arm, and hurried back to the cabin. Neither spoke until they were within
the building and the door shut. Then Grey reached out and took
Madeline's hands in his.
"God bless you, darling!" he murmured. "You have saved my life
to-night."
"Oh, I am so thankful," Madeline replied. "But it was terrible to face
those men!"
At that instant Dan entered the room. A smile crossed his rugged face as
he saw the two standing before him.
"Wall, that job's over," he exclaimed. "An' mighty glad I am, too."
"Are they securely tied?" questioned Grey.
"Like rats in a trap. They'll be thar in the mornin', never ye fear."
"But will the miners leave them alone?" asked Madeline. "They may change
their minds."
"Not a bit of it, miss. They've come to their senses somewhat, so don't
worry."
"But I'm not going to run any risk," Grey replied. "Those three men must
go back to Big Glen alive, and I'm going to keep guard to-night. You
need a good rest, Madeline, so you and Donnie will have the cabin to
yourselves. Dan can sleep in the store. So come, I'm off."
Madeline said not a word, but her eyes spoke all that was necessary,
causing Grey to go forward to his watch with a spirit of joy and
elation.