The Blazed Trail Part 21
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An hour after noon they repeated the rest. Thorpe rose with a certain physical reluctance. The Indian seemed as fresh--or as tired--as when he started. At sunset they took an hour. Then forward again by the dim intermittent light of the moon and stars through the ghostly haunted forest, until Thorpe thought he would drop with weariness, and was mentally incapable of contemplating more than a hundred steps in advance.
"When I get to that square patch of light, I'll quit," he would say to himself, and struggle painfully the required twenty rods.
"No, I won't quit here," he would continue, "I'll make it that birch.
Then I'll lie down and die."
And so on. To the actual physical exhaustion of Thorpe's muscles was added that immense mental weariness which uncertainty of the time and distance inflicts on a man. The journey might last a week, for all he knew. In the presence of an emergency these men of action had actually not exchanged a dozen words. The Indian led; Thorpe followed.
When the halt was called, Thorpe fell into his blanket too weary even to eat. Next morning sharp, shooting pains, like the stabs of swords, ran through his groin.
"You come," repeated the Indian, stolid as ever.
When the sun was an hour high the travellers suddenly ran into a trail, which as suddenly dived into a spruce thicket. On the other side of it Thorpe unexpectedly found himself in an extensive clearing, dotted with the blackened stumps of pines. Athwart the distance he could perceive the wide blue horizon of Lake Michigan. He had crossed the Upper Peninsula on foot!
"Boat come by to-day," said Injin Charley, indicating the tall stacks of a mill. "Him no stop. You mak' him stop take you with him. You get train Mackinaw City tonight. Dose men, dey on dat train."
Thorpe calculated rapidly. The enemy would require, even with their teams, a day to cover the thirty miles to the fis.h.i.+ng village of Munising, whence the stage ran each morning to Seney, the present terminal of the South Sh.o.r.e Railroad. He, Thorpe, on foot and three hours behind, could never have caught the stage. But from Seney only one train a day was despatched to connect at Mackinaw City with the Michigan Central, and on that one train, due to leave this very morning, the up-river man was just about pulling out. He would arrive at Mackinaw City at four o'clock of the afternoon, where he would be forced to wait until eight in the evening. By catching a boat at the mill to which Injin Charley had led him, Thorpe could still make the same train. Thus the start in the race for Detroit's Land Office would be fair.
"All right," he cried, all his energy returning to him. "Here goes!
We'll beat him out yet!"
"You come back?" inquired the Indian, peering with a certain anxiety into his companion's eyes.
"Come back!" cried Thorpe. "You bet your hat!"
"I wait," replied the Indian, and was gone.
"Oh, Charley!" shouted Thorpe in surprise. "Come on and get a square meal, anyway."
But the Indian was already on his way back to the distant Ossawinamakee.
Thorpe hesitated in two minds whether to follow and attempt further persuasion, for he felt keenly the interest the other had displayed.
Then he saw, over the headland to the east, a dense trail of black smoke. He set off on a stumbling run towards the mill.
Chapter XXI
He arrived out of breath in a typical little mill town consisting of the usual unpainted houses, the saloons, mill, office, and general store. To the latter he addressed himself for information.
The proprietor, still sleepy, was mopping out the place.
"Does that boat stop here?" shouted Thorpe across the suds.
"Sometimes," replied the man somnolently.
"Not always?"
"Only when there's freight for her."
"Doesn't she stop for pa.s.sengers?"
"Nope."
"How does she know when there's freight?"
"Oh, they signal her from the mill--" but Thorpe was gone.
At the mill Thorpe dove for the engine room. He knew that elsewhere the clang of machinery and the hurry of business would leave scant attention for him. And besides, from the engine room the signals would be given.
He found, as is often the case in north-country sawmills, a Scotchman in charge.
"Does the boat stop here this morning?" he inquired.
"Weel," replied the engineer with fearful deliberation, "I canna say.
But I hae received na orders to that effect."
"Can't you whistle her in for me?" asked Thorpe.
"I canna," answered the engineer, promptly enough this time.
"Why not?"
"Ye're na what a body might call freight."
"No other way out of it?"
"Na."
Thorpe was seized with an idea.
"Here!" he cried. "See that boulder over there? I want to s.h.i.+p that to Mackinaw City by freight on this boat."
The Scotchman's eyes twinkled appreciatively.
"I'm dootin' ye hae th' freight-bill from the office," he objected simply.
"See here," replied Thorpe, "I've just got to get that boat. It's worth twenty dollars to me, and I'll square it with the captain. There's your twenty."
The Scotchman deliberated, looking aslant at the ground and thoughtfully oiling a cylinder with a greasy rag.
"It'll na be a matter of life and death?" he asked hopefully. "She aye stops for life and death."
"No," replied Thorpe reluctantly. Then with an explosion, "Yes, by G.o.d, it is! If I don't make that boat, I'll kill YOU."
The Scotchman chuckled and pocketed the money. "I'm dootin' that's in order," he replied. "I'll no be party to any such proceedin's. I'm goin'
noo for a fresh pail of watter," he remarked, pausing at the door, "but as a wee item of information: yander's th' wheestle rope; and a mon wheestles one short and one long for th' boat."
He disappeared. Thorpe seized the cord and gave the signal. Then he ran hastily to the end of the long lumber docks, and peered with great eagerness in the direction of the black smoke.
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