The Courage of Marge O'Doone Part 26
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"What then?" he asked.
"Nisikoos once killed a bear with that gun," she replied.
The window was open, and she was waiting. They thrust out their heads and listened, and when he had a.s.sured himself that all was clear he dropped out the pack. He lifted Marge down then and followed her. As his feet struck the ground the slight shock sent a pain through his head that wrung a low cry from him, and for a moment he leaned with his back against the wall, almost overcome again by the sickening dizziness. It was not so dark that the Girl did not see the sudden change in him. Her eyes filled with alarm.
"A little dizzy," he explained, trying to smile at her. "They gave me a pretty hard crack on the head, Marge. This air will set me right--soon."
He picked up the pack and followed her. In the edge of the spruce a hundred yards from the Nest, Tara had been lying all the afternoon, nursing his wounds.
"I could see him from my window," whispered Marge.
She went straight to him and began talking to him in a low voice. Out of the darkness behind Tara came a growl.
"Baree, by thunder!" muttered David in amazement.
"He's made up with the bear, Marge! What do you think of that?"
At the sound of his voice Baree came to him and flattened himself at his feet. David laid a hand on his head.
"Boy!" he whispered softly. "And they said you were an outlaw, and would join the wolves...."
He saw the dark bulk of Tara rising out of the gloom, and the Girl was at his side.
"We are ready, _Sakewawin_."
He spoke to her the thought that had been shaping itself in his mind.
"Why wouldn't it be better to join Wapi and his Indians?" he asked, remembering Brokaw's words.
"Because--they are afraid of Hauck," she replied quickly. "There is but one way, _Sakewawin_--to follow a narrow trail Tara and I have made, close to the foot of the range, until we come to the rock mountain.
Shall we risk the bundle on Tara's back?"
"It is light. I will carry it."
"Then give me your hand, _Sakewawin_."
There was again in her voice the joyous thrill of freedom and of confidence; he could hear for a moment the wild throb of her heart in its exultation at their escape, and with her warm little hand she gripped his fingers firmly and guided him into a sea of darkness. The forest shut them in. Not a ray fell upon them from out of the pale sky where the stars were beginning to glimmer faintly. Behind them he could hear the heavy, padded footfall of the big grizzly, and he knew that Baree was very near. After a little the Girl said, still in a whisper:
"Does your head hurt you now, _Sakewawin_?"
"A bit."
The trail was widening. It was quite smooth for a s.p.a.ce, but black.
She pressed his fingers.
"I believe all you have told me," she said, as if making a confession.
"After you came to me in the cage--and the fight--I believed. You must have loved me a great deal to risk all that for me."
"Yes, a great deal, my child," he answered.
Why did that dizziness persist in his head, he wondered? For a moment he felt as if he were falling.
"A very great deal," he added, trying to walk steadily at her side, his own voice sounding unreal and at a great distance from him. "You see--my child--I didn't have anything to love but your picture...."
What a fool he was to try and make himself heard above the roaring in his head! His words seemed to him whispers coming across a great s.p.a.ce.
And the bundle on his shoulders was like a crus.h.i.+ng weight bearing him down! The voice at his side was growing fainter. It was saying things which afterward he could not remember, but he knew that it was talking about the woman he had said was her mother, and that he was answering it while weights of lead were dragging at his feet. Then suddenly, he had stepped over the edge of the world and was floating in that vast, black chaos again. The voice did not leave him. He could hear it sobbing, entreating him, urging him to do something which he could not understand; and when at last he did begin to comprehend it he knew also that he was no longer walking with weights at his feet and a burden on his shoulders, but was on the ground. His head was on her breast, and she was no longer speaking to him, but was crying like a child with a heart utterly broken. The deathly sickness was gone as quickly as it had stricken him, and he struggled upward, with her arms helping him.
"You are hurt--hurt--" he heard her moaning. "If I can only get you on Tara, _Sakewawin_, on Tara's back--there--a step...." and he knew that was what she had been saying over and over again, urging him to help himself if he could, so that she could get him to Tara. He reached out his hand and buried it in the thick hair of the grizzly, and he tried to speak laughingly so that she would not know his fears.
"One is often dizzy--like that--after a blow," he said, "I guess--I can walk now."
"No, no, you must ride Tara," she insisted. "You are hurt--and you must ride Tara, _Sakewawin_. You must!"
She was lifting at his arms with all her strength, her breath hot and panting in his face, and Tara stood without moving a muscle of his giant body, as if he, too, were urging upon him in this dumb manner the necessity of obeying his mistress. Even then David would have remonstrated but he felt once more that appalling sickness creeping over him, and he raised himself slowly astride the grizzly's broad back.
The Girl picked up the bundle and rifle and Tara followed her through the darkness. To David the beast's great back seemed a wonderfully safe and comfortable place, and he leaned forward with his fingers clutched deeply in the long hair of the ruff about the bear's bulking shoulders.
The Girl called back to him softly:
"You are all right, _Sakewawin_?"
"Yes, it is so comfortable that I feel I may fall asleep," he replied.
Out in the starlight she would have seen his drooping head, and his words would have had a different meaning for her. He was fighting with himself desperately, and in his heart was a great fear. He must be badly hurt, he thought. There came to him a distorted but vivid vision of an Indian hurt in the head, whom he and Father Roland had tried to save.
Without a surgeon it had been impossible. The Indian had died, and he had had those same spells of sickness, the sickness that was creeping over him again in spite of his efforts to fight it off. He had no very clear notion of the movement of Tara's body under him, but he knew that he was holding on grimly, and that every little while the Girl called back to him, and he replied. Then came the time when he failed to answer, and for a s.p.a.ce the rocking motion under him ceased and the Girl's voice was very near to him. Afterward motion resumed. It seemed to him that he was travelling a great distance. Altogether too far without a halt for sleep, or at least a rest. He was conscious of a desire to voice protest--and all the time his fingers were clasped in Tara'a mane in a sort of death grip.
In her breast Marge's heart was beating like a hunted thing, and over and over again she sobbed out a broken prayer as she guided Tara and his burden through the night. From the forest into the starlit open; from the open into the thick gloom of forest again--into and out of starlight and darkness, following that trail down the valley. She was no longer thinking of the rock mountain, for it would be impossible now to climb over the range into the other valley. She was heading for a cabin. An old and abandoned cabin, where they could hide. She tried to tell David about it, many days after they had begun that journey it seemed to him.
"Only a little longer, _Sakewawin_," she cried, with her arm about him and her lips close to his bent head. "Only a little longer! They will not think to search for us there, and you can sleep--sleep...."
Her voice drifted away from him like a low murmur in the tree tops--and his fingers still clung in that death-grip in the mane at Tara's neck.
And still many other days later they came to the cabin. It was amazing to him that the Girl should say:
"We are only five miles from the Nest, _Sakewawin_, but they will not hunt for us here. They will think we have gone farther--or over the mountains!"
She was putting cold water to his face, and now that there was no longer the rolling motion under him he was not quite so dizzy. She had unrolled the bundle and had spread out a blanket, and when he stretched himself out on this a sense of vast relief came over him. In his confused consciousness two or three things stood out with rather odd clearness before he closed his eyes, and the last was a vision of the Girl's face bending over him, and of her starry eyes looking down at him, and of her voice urging him gently:
"Try to sleep, _Sakewawin_--try to sleep...."
It was many hours later when he awoke. Hands seemed to be dragging him forcibly out of a place in which he was very comfortable, and which he did not want to leave, and a voice was accompanying the hands with an annoying insistency--a voice which was growing more and more familiar to him as his sleeping senses were roused. He opened his eyes. It was day, and Marge was on her knees at his side, tugging at his breast with her hands and staring wildly into his face.
"Wake, _Sakewawin_--wake, wake!" he heard her crying. "Oh, my G.o.d, you must wake! _Sakewawin--Sakewawin_--they have found our trail--and I can see them coming up the valley!"
CHAPTER XXVI
The Courage of Marge O'Doone Part 26
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