The Purple Flame Part 6

"All right," said Attatak. "Be careful. Foot slip, start to slide; never stop." She looked first up the hill, then down the dizzy white slope that extended for a half mile to unknown depths below.

As Marian's gaze followed Attatak's she saw herself gliding down the slope, gaining speed, shooting down faster and faster to some awful, unknown end; a dash against a projecting rock; a burial beneath a hundred feet of snow. Little wonder that her knees trembled as she turned to go.

Yet she did not falter.

With a cheerful "All right, I'll be careful," she gripped her staff and began to climb.

CHAPTER VIII TROUBLE FOR PATSY

Hardly had Marian left camp when troubles began to pile up for Patsy.

Dawn had not yet come when she heard a strange ki-yi-ing that certainly did not come from the herd collies, and she looked out and saw approaching the most disreputable group of Eskimos she had ever seen.

Dressed in ragged parkas of rabbit skins, and driving the gauntest, most vicious looking pack of wolf dogs, these people appeared to come from a new and more savage world than hers. A rapid count told her there were seven adults and five children.

"Enough of them to eat us out of everything, even to skin boots and rawhide harness," she groaned. "If they are determined to camp here, who's to prevent them?"

For a moment she stood there staring; then with a sudden resolve that she must meet the situation, she exclaimed:

"I must send them on. Some way, I must. I can't let them starve. They must have food, but they must be sent on to some spot where they have relatives who are able to feed them. The safety of the herd depends upon that. With food gone we cannot hold our herders. With no herders we cannot hold the deer. Marian explained that to me yesterday."

Walking with all the dignity her sixteen years would permit, she approached the spot where the strangers had halted their dogs and were talking to old Terogloona. The dogs were acting strangely. Sawing at the strong rawhide bonds that held them to the sleds, they reared up on their haunches, ki-yi-ing for all they were worth.

"They smell our deer," Patsy said to herself. "It's a good thing our herd is at the upper end of the range!" She remembered hearing Marian tell how a whole herd of five thousand deer had been hopelessly stampeded by the l.u.s.ty ki-yi-ing of one wolf dog.

"The reindeer is their natural food," Marian had explained. "If even one of them gets loose when there is a reindeer about he will rush straight at him and leap for his throat."

"That's one more reason why I must get these people to move on at once,"

Patsy whispered to herself.

To Terogloona she said: "What do they want?"

Terogloona turned to them with a simple: "_Suna-go-pezuk-peet?_" he asked, "What do you want?"

With many guttural expressions and much waving of hands, the leader explained their wishes.

"He say," smiled Terogloona, "that in the hills about here are many foxes, black fox, red fox, white, blue and cross fox. He say, that one, want to camp here; want to set traps; want to catch foxes."

"But what will they eat?" asked Patsy.

Terogloona, having interpreted the question, smiled again at their answer:

"They will eat foxes," he answered quietly and modestly.

For a moment Patsy looked into their staring, hungry, questioning eyes.

They were lying, and she knew it, but remembering a bit of advice of her father's: "Never quarrel with a hungry person-feed him," she smiled as she said to Terogloona:

"You tell them that this morning they shall eat breakfast with me; that we will have pancakes and reindeer steak, and tea with plenty of sugar in it."

"_Capseta! Ali-ne-ca! Capseta!_" exclaimed one of the strangers who had understood the word sugar and was pa.s.sing it on in the native word, _Capseta_, to his companions.

It was a busy morning for Patsy. There seemed no end to the appet.i.tes of these half starved natives. Even Terogloona grumbled at the amount they ate, but Patsy silenced him with the words:

"First they must be fed, then we will talk to them."

Troubles seldom come singly. Hardly had the last pancake been devoured, than Terogloona, looking up from his labors, uttered an exclamation of surprise. A half mile up from the camp the tundra was brown with feeding reindeer.

"Scarberry's herd," he hissed.

"Oh!" exclaimed Patsy. "They dare to do that? They dare to drive their deer on our nearest and best pasture? And what can we do to stop them?

Must Marian's mission be in vain? Must she go all that way for nothing?

If they remain, the range will be stripped long before she can return!"

Pressing her hands to her temples, she sat down unsteadily upon one of the sleds of the strangers.

She was struggling in a wild endeavor to think of some way out. Then, of a sudden, a wolfdog jumped up at her very feet and began to ki-yi in a most distressing fas.h.i.+on.

Looking up, she saw that three of Scarberry's deer, having strayed nearer the camp than the others, had attracted the dog's attention. Like a flash, a possible solution to her problem popped into Patsy's head.

With a cry of delight she sprang to her feet. The next instant she was her usual, calm self.

"Terogloona," she said steadily, "come into the tent for a moment. I have something I wish to ask you."

The task which Marian had set for herself, the scaling of the mountain to the dark spot in its side, was no easy one. Packed by the beating blast of a thousand gales, the snow was like white flint. It rang like steel to the touch of her iron shod staff. It was impossible to make an impression in its surface with the soft heel of her deerskin boots. The only way she could make progress was by the aid of her staff. One slip of that staff, one false step, and she would go gliding, faster, faster, ever faster, to a terrible death far below.

Yet to falter now meant that death of another sort waited her; death in the form of increasing cold and gathering storm.

Yet she made progress in spite of the cold that numbed her hands and feet; in spite of her wildly beating heart; regardless of the terror that gripped her. Now she had covered half the distance; now two-thirds; now she could be scarcely a hundred yards away. And now she saw clearly. She had not been mistaken. That black spot in the wall of snow was a yawning hole in the side of the mountain, a refuge in the time of storm. Could she but reach it, all would be well.

Could she do it? From her position the way up appeared steeper. She thought of going back for the reindeer. Their knife-like hoofs, cutting into the flinty snow, would carry them safely upward. She now regretted that she had not driven one before her. Vain regret. To descend now was more perilous than to go forward.

So, gripping her staff firmly, pressing her breast to still the wild beating of her heart, and setting her eyes upon the goal lest they stray to the depths below, she again began to climb.

Now she began going first to right, then to left. This zig-zag course, though longer, was less steep. Up-up-up she struggled, until at last, with an exultant cry of joy, she threw herself over a broad parapet of snow and the next instant found herself looking down at a world which but the moment before had appeared to be reaching up white menacing hands at her. Then she turned to peer into the dark depths of the cave. She s.h.i.+vered as she looked. Her old fancies of fairies and goblins, of strange, wild people inhabiting these mountains, came sweeping back and quite unnerved her.

The next moment she was herself again, and turning she called down to Attatak:

"Who-hoo! Who-hoo! Bring the reindeer up. Here is shelter for the night."

An inaudible answer came floating back to her. Then she saw the reindeer turn about and begin the long, zig-zag course that in time would bring them to the mouth of the newly discovered cave.

"And then," Marian said softly to herself.

She was no longer afraid of the dark shadows behind her. In the place of fear had come a great curiosity. The same questions which have come to all people throughout all time upon discovering a strange cave in the mountains, had come to her. "Am I," she asked herself, "the first person whose footsteps have echoed in those mysterious corridors of nature, or have there been others? If there have been others, who were they? What were they like? What did they leave behind that will tell the story of their visit here?"

Marian tried to shake herself free from these questions. It was extremely unlikely that any one, in all the hurrying centuries, had ever pa.s.sed this way. They were on the side of a mountain. She had never known of a person crossing the range before. So she reasoned, but in the end found herself hoping that this cave might yield to her adventure loving soul some new and hitherto inexperienced thrill.