smoke bellew-第14章
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The man made no response； and they stopped to investigate。
〃Stiff as a poker；〃 was Shorty's verdict。 〃If you tumbled him over he'd break。〃
〃See if he's breathing；〃 Smoke said； as； with bared hands； he sought through furs and woollens for the man's heart。
Shorty lifted one ear…flap and bent to the iced lips。
〃Nary breathe；〃 he reported。
〃Nor heart…beat；〃 said Smoke。
He mittened his hand and beat it violently for a minute before exposing it to the frost to strike a match。 It was an old man； incontestably dead。 In the moment of illumination； they saw a long grey beard； massed with ice to the nose； cheeks that were white with frost； and closed eyes with frost…rimmed lashes frozen together。 Then the match went out。
〃Come on；〃 Shorty said； rubbing his ear。 〃We can't do nothing for the old geezer。 An' I've sure frosted my ear。 Now all the blamed skin'll peel off and it'll be sore for a week。〃
A few minutes later； when a flaming ribbon spilled pulsating fire over the heavens； they saw on the ice a quarter of a mile ahead two forms。 Beyond； for a mile； nothing moved。
〃They're leading the procession；〃 Smoke said； as darkness fell again。 〃Come on； let's get them。〃
At the end of half an hour； not yet having overtaken the two in front； Shorty broke into a run。
〃If we catch 'em we'll never pass 'em；〃 he panted。 〃Lord； what a pace they're hittin'。 Dollars to doughnuts they're no chechaquos。 They're the real sour…dough variety； you can stack on that。〃
Smoke was leading when they finally caught up； and he was glad to ease to a walk at their heels。 Almost immediately he got the impression that the one nearer him was a woman。 How this impression came； he could not tell。 Hooded and furred； the dark form was as any form； yet there was a haunting sense of familiarity about it。 He waited for the next flame of the aurora； and by its light saw the smallness of the moccasined feet。 But he saw morethe walk； and knew it for the unmistakable walk he had once resolved never to forget。
〃She's a sure goer；〃 Shorty confided hoarsely。 〃I'll bet it's an Indian。〃
〃How do you do； Miss Gastell；〃 Smoke addressed。
〃How do you do；〃 she answered； with a turn of the head and a quick glance。 〃It's too dark to see。 Who are you？〃
〃Smoke；〃
She laughed in the frost； and he was certain it was the prettiest laughter he had ever heard。
〃And have you married and raised all those children you were telling me about？〃 Before he could retort； she went on。 〃How many chechaquos are there behind？〃
〃Several thousand； I imagine。 We passed over three hundred。 And they weren't wasting any time。〃
〃It's the old story；〃 she said bitterly。 〃The new…comers get in on the rich creeks； and the old…timers who dared and suffered and made this country； get nothing。 Old…timers made this discovery on Squaw Creekhow it leaked out is the mysteryand they sent word up to all the old…timers on Sea Lion。 But it's ten miles farther than Dawson； and when they arrive they'll find the creek staked to the skyline by the Dawson chechaquos。 It isn't right； it isn't fair； such perversity of luck。〃
〃It is too bad；〃 Smoke sympathized。 〃But I'm hanged if I know what you're going to do about it。 First come； first served； you know。〃
〃I wish I could do something；〃 she flashed back at him。 〃I'd like to see them all freeze on the trail； or have everything terrible happen to them； so long as the Sea Lion stampede arrived first。〃
〃You've certainly got it in for us； hard；〃 he laughed。
〃It isn't that；〃 she said quickly。 〃Man by man； I know the crowd from Sea Lion； and they are men。 They starved in this country in the old days； and they worked like giants to develop it。 I went through the hard times on the Koyokuk with them when I was a little girl。 And I was with them in the Birch Creek famine； and in the Forty Mile famine。 They are heroes； and they deserve some reward； and yet here are thousands of green softlings who haven't earned the right to stake anything； miles and miles ahead of them。 And now； if you'll forgive my tirade； I'll save my breath； for I don't know when you and all the rest may try to pass dad and me。〃
No further talk passed between Joy and Smoke for an hour or so； though he noticed that for a time she and her father talked in low tones。
〃I know'm now；〃 Shorty told Smoke。 〃He's old Louis Gastell； an' the real goods。 That must be his kid。 He come into this country so long ago they ain't nobody can recollect； an' he brought the girl with him； she only a baby。 Him an' Beetles was tradin' partners an' they ran the first dinkey little steamboat up the Koyokuk。〃
〃I don't think we'll try to pass them；〃 Smoke said。 〃We're at the head of the stampede； and there are only four of us。〃
Shorty agreed； and another hour of silence followed； during which they swung steadily along。 At seven o'clock； the blackness was broken by a last display of the aurora borealis； which showed to the west a broad opening between snow…clad mountains。
〃Squaw Creek！〃 Joy exclaimed。
〃Goin' some；〃 Shorty exulted。 〃We oughtn't to ben there for another half hour to the least； accordin' to my reckonin'。 I must a' ben spreadin' my legs。〃
It was at this point that the Dyea trail； baffled by ice…jams； swerved abruptly across the Yukon to the east bank。 And here they must leave the hard…packed； main…travelled trail； mount the jams； and follow a dim trail； but slightly packed； that hovered the west bank。
Louis Gastell； leading； slipped in the darkness on the rough ice； and sat up； holding his ankle in both his hands。 He struggled to his feet and went on； but at a slower pace and with a perceptible limp。 After a few minutes he abruptly halted。
〃It's no use；〃 he said to his daughter。 〃I've sprained a tendon。 You go ahead and stake for me as well as yourself。〃
〃Can't we do something？〃 Smoke asked。
Louis Gastell shook his head。
〃She can stake two claims as well as one。 I'll crawl over to the bank； start a fire； and bandage my ankle。 I'll be all right。 Go on； Joy。 Stake ours above the Discovery claim； it's richer higher up。〃
〃Here's some birch bark；〃 Smoke said； dividing his supply equally。 〃We'll take care of your daughter。〃
Louis Gastell laughed harshly。
〃Thank you just the same；〃 he said。 〃But she can take care of herself。 Follow her and watch her。〃
〃Do you mind if I lead？〃 she asked Smoke； as she headed on。 〃I know this country better than you。〃
〃Lead on；〃 Smoke answered gallantly； 〃though I agree with you it's a darned shame all us chechaquos are going to beat that Sea Lion bunch to it。 Isn't there some way to shake them？〃
She shook her head。
〃We can't hide our trail； and they'll follow it like sheep。〃
After a quarter of a mile； she turned sharply to the west。 Smoke noticed that they were going through unpacked snow； but neither he nor Shorty observed that the dim trail they had been on still led south。 Had they witnessed the subsequent procedure of Louis Gastell； the history of the Klondike would have been written differently； for they would have seen that old…timer； no longer limping； running with his nose to the trail like a hound； following them。 Also； they would have seen him trample and widen the turn they had made to the west。 And； finally； they would have seen him keep on the old dim trail that still led south。
A trail did run up the creek； but so slight was it that they continually lost it in the darkness。 After a quarter of an hour； Joy Gastell was willing to drop into the rear and let the two men take turns in breaking a way through the snow。 This slowness of the leaders enabled the whole stampede to catch up； and when daylight came； at nine o'clock； as far back as they could see was an unbroken line of men。 Joy's dark eyes sparkled at the sight。
〃How long since we started up the creek？〃 she asked。
〃Fully two hours；〃 Smoke answered。
〃And two hours back makes four；〃 she laughed。 〃The stampede from Sea Lion is saved。〃
A faint suspicion crossed Smoke's mind； and he stopped and confronted her。
〃I don't understand；〃 he said。
〃You don't。 Then I'll tell you。 This is Norway Creek。 Squaw Creek is the next to the south。〃
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