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TWO ON THE TRAIL

A Story of the Far Northwest

by

HULBERT FOOTNER

Illustrated by W. Sherman Potts







New York
Grosset & Dunlap
Publishers

All Rights Reserved, Including That of Translation
into Foreign Languages, Including the Scandinavian

Copyright, 1910, by Outing Publishing Company
Copyright, 1911, by Doubleday, Page & Company
Published, February, 1911




                                     To
                                  H. L. D.




CONTENTS


  CHAPTER                               PAGE
      I. IN PAPPS'S RESTAURANT             3
     II. THE UNKNOWN LADY                 13
    III. ON THE TRAIL                     29
     IV. THE STOPPING-HOUSE YARD          44
      V. AT MIWASA LANDING                57
     VI. NATALIE TELLS ABOUT HERSELF      72
    VII. MARY CO-QUE-WASA'S ERRAND        81
   VIII. ON THE LITTLE RIVER             100
     IX. THE HEART OF A BOY              116
      X. ON CARIBOU LAKE                 130
     XI. THE FIGHT IN THE STORM          142
    XII. THE NINETY-MILE PORTAGE         157
   XIII. THE NEWLY-MARRIED PAIR          175
    XIV. THE LAST STAGE                  186
     XV. THE MEETING                     199
    XVI. NATALIE WOUNDED                 214
   XVII. THE CLUE TO RINA                228
  XVIII. MABYN MAROONED                  238
    XIX. GRYLLS REDIVIVUS                253
     XX. SUCCOUR                         266
    XXI. THE BROKEN DOOR                 284
   XXII. THE BLIZZARD                    295
  XXIII. THE SOLITARY PURSUER            315
   XXIV. IN DEATH CANYON                 326
    XXV. EPILOGUE: SPOKEN BY CHARLEY     342




ILLUSTRATIONS


  "Look!" she cried. "Isn't it like the frontispiece
  to a book ofadventure!"                               _Frontispiece_

                                                           FACING PAGE
  At the same instant the boat lurched drunkenly;
  and they pitched overboard together                              150

  There, clinging to the corner of the cabin for support,
  stood the figure of a woman                                      212

  It was a grim figure that the first rays of light
  revealed sitting on the big rock                                 336




                             TWO ON THE TRAIL




I

IN PAPPS'S RESTAURANT


The interior of Papps's, like most Western restaurants, was divided into
a double row of little cabins with a passage between, each cabin having
a swing door. Garth Pevensey found the place very full; and he was
ushered into a cubby-hole which already contained two diners, a man and
a woman nearing the end of their meal. They appeared to be incoming
settlers of the better class--a farmer and his wife from across the
line. Far from resenting Garth's intrusion, they visibly welcomed it;
after all, there was something uncomfortably suggestive of a cell in
those narrow cabins to which the light of day never penetrated.

Garth passed behind the farmer's chair, and seated himself next the
wall. He had no sooner ordered his luncheon than the door was again
opened, and the rotund Mr. Papps, with profuse apologies, introduced
a fourth to their table. The vacant place, it appeared, was the very
last remaining in his establishment.

The newcomer was a girl; young, slender and decidedly pretty: such was
Garth's first impression. She came in without hesitation, and took the
place opposite Garth with that serenely oblivious air so characteristic
of the highly civilized young lady. Very trimly and quietly dressed,
sufficiently well-bred to accept the situation as a matter of course.
Thus Garth's further impressions. "What a girl to be meeting up in this
corner of the world, and how I should like to know her!" he added in
his mind. The maiden's bland aloofness was discouraging to this hope;
nevertheless, his heart worked in an extra beat or two, as he considered
the added relish his luncheon would have, garnished by occasional
glances at such a delightful _vis-a-vis_. Meanwhile, he was careful
to take his cue from her; his face, likewise, expressed a blank.

The farmer and his wife became very uncomfortable. Simple souls, they
could not understand how a personable youth and a charming girl should
sit opposite each other with such wooden faces. Their feeling was that
at quarters so close extra sociability was demanded, and the utter lack
of it caused them to move uneasily in their chairs, and gently perspire.
They unconsciously hastened to finish, and having at length dutifully
polished their plates, arose and left the cabin with audible sighs of
relief.

This was a contingency Garth had not foreseen, and his heart jumped. At
the same time he felt a little sorry for the girl. He wondered if she
would consider it an act of delicacy if he fastened the door open with
a chair. On second thoughts, he decided such a move would be open to
misconstruction. Had he only known it, she was dying to laugh and, at
the slightest twinkle in his eyes, would have gone off into a peal. Only
Garth's severe gravity restrained her--and that in turn made her want to
laugh harder than ever. But how was Garth to learn all that? Girls, more
especially girls like this, were to him insolvable mysteries--like the
heavenly constellations. Of course, there are those who pretend to have
discovered their orbits, and have written books on the subject; but for
him, he preferred simply to wonder and to admire.

Since her arrival the objective point of his desire shifted from his
plate some three feet across the table; he now gazed covertly at her
with more hunger than he evinced for his food. She had a good deal the
aspect of a plucky boy, he thought; a direct, level gaze; a quick, sure
turn to her head; and the fresh, bright lips of a boy. But that was no
more than a pleasant fancy; in reality she was woman clear through. Eve
lurked in the depths of her blue eyes, for all they hung out the colours
of simple honesty; and Eve winked at him out of every fold of her rich
chestnut hair. She was quick and impulsive in her motions; and although
she showed such a blank front to the man opposite, her lips flickered
with the desire to smile; and tiny frowns came and went between the
twin crescents of her brows.

As for her, she was sizing him up too, though with skilfully veiled
glances. She saw a square-shouldered young man, who sat calmly eating
his lunch, without betraying too much self-consciousness on the one
hand, or any desire to make flirtatious advances on the other. Yet he
was not stupid, either; he had eyes that saw what they were turned on,
she noted. His admirable, detached attitude piqued her, though she would
have been quick to resent any other. She was angry with him for forcing
this repression on her; repression was not natural to this young lady.
She longed to clear the air with a burst of laughter, but the thought
of a quick, cool glance of surprise from the steady eyes opposite
effectually checked her. As for his features, they were well enough, she
thought. He had a shapely head, broadest over the ears, and thatched
with thick, straight hair of the ashy-brown just the other side of
blonde. His eyes were of the shade politely called gray, though
yellow or green might be said with equal truth, had not those colours
unpleasant associations. His nose was longish, and he had a comical
trick of seeming to look down it, at which she greatly desired to laugh.
His mouth was well cut, and decisively finished at the corners; and
he had a chin to match. In spite of her irritation with him, she was
reminded of a picture she had seen of Henry Fifth looking out from
his helmet on the field of Agincourt.

As the minutes passed, and Garth maintained his calm, she became quite
unreasonably wroth. Her own luncheon was now before her. By and by she
wanted salt, and the only cellar stood at Garth's elbow. Nothing could
have induced her to ask for it; she merely stared fixedly. Garth,
presently observing, politely offered the salt-cellar. She waited
until he had put it down on the table, and removed his hand from
the neighbourhood; then took it.

"Thank you," she murmured indignantly; furious at having to say it.

Garth wondered what he had done to offend her.

At this moment there was an interruption; again the apologetic Mr.
Papps with yet another guest. This was a tradesman's comely young wife,
with very ruffled plumage, and the distracted air of the unaccustomed
traveller. She was carrying in her arms a shiny black valise, three
assorted paper-covered bundles with the string coming off, and a hat in
a paper bag; and, although it was so warm, she wore her winter's coat,
plainly because there was no other way to bring it. Her hair was flying
from its moorings; her face flamed; and her hat sat at a disreputably
rakish angle. As she piled up her encumbrances on the chair next to the
girl, and took off her coat, she bubbled over with indistinguishable,
anxious mutterings. At last she sank into the seat by Garth with
something between a sigh and a moan.

"I've lost my husband," she announced at large.

Her distress was so comical they could not forbear smiling.

Encouraged by this earnest of sympathy, the newcomer plunged into a
breathless recital of her mischances.

"Just came in over the A. N. R.," she panted. "By rights we should have
arrived last night, but day-before-yesterday's train had the right of
way and we was held up down to Battle Run. I tell you, the rails of that
line are like the waves of the sea! I was that sea-sick I thought never
to eat mortal food again--but it's coming back; my appetite I mean. He
was to meet me, but I suppose he got tired after seventeen hours, small
blame--and dropped off somewheres. S'pose I'll have to make a round of
the hotels till I find him. You don't happen to know him, do you?" she
asked Garth. "John Pink, the carpenter?"

"I'm a stranger in Prince George," said he politely.

"Oh, what and all I've been through!" groaned Mrs. Pink, with an access
of energetic distress. She shook a warning finger at the girl. "Take my
advice, Miss," she warned, "and don't you let him out of your sight a
minute, till you get him safe home!"

The girl looked hard at her plate; while for Garth, a slow, dark red
crept up from his neck to the roots of his hair. Yet Mrs. Pink's mistake
was surely a natural one; there they sat lunching privately together in
the secluded little cabin. Moreover, they looked like fit mates, each for
the other; and their air of studied indifference was no more than the air
commonly assumed by young married couples in public places--especially
the lately married. Without appearing to raise her eyes, the girl in some
mysterious way, was conscious of Garth's dark flush. "Serve him right,"
she thought with wicked satisfaction. "I shan't help him out." But
Garth's blush was for her more than for himself.

Mrs. Pink, absorbed in her own troubles, was innocently unaware of
the consternation she had thrown them into. She plunged ahead; still
addressing her remarks to the girl.

"Perhaps you think there's no danger of losing yours so soon," she went
on; "and very like you're right. But, my dear, you never can tell! Bless
you, when I was on my wedding journey, he hung around continuous. I
couldn't get shet of the man for a minute, and I was fair tired out
of seeing him. But that wears off--not that I mean it would with
you"--turning to Garth--"but nothing different couldn't hardly be
expected in the course of nature."

Garth considered whether he should stop Mrs. Pink's tongue by telling
the truth. But it seemed ungallant to be in such haste to deny the
responsibility. He felt rather that the disclaimer should come from the
girl; and she made no move; indeed, he almost fancied he saw the ghost of
a smile. Under his irritation with the woman and her clumsy tongue, he
was conscious of a secret glow of pleasure. There was something highly
flattering in being taken for the husband of such an ultra-desirable
creature. The thought of her being really one with his future, as the
woman supposed, and travelling about the country with him made his heart
beat fast. Slender, trim and mistress of herself, she had exactly the
look of the wife he had pictured.

Mrs. Pink broke off long enough to order her luncheon, and from the
extent of the order it appeared she had entirely recovered her appetite.

"The next thing I have to do after finding my man," she resumed, with
a wild pass at her hat, which lurched it as far over on the other side,
"is to find a house. They tell me rents are terrible high in Prince
George. Are you two going to settle here?"

Garth replied in the negative. He had decided if the girl did not choose
to enlighten Mrs. Pink, he would not.

"It has a great future ahead of it," she said solemnly. "It's a grand
place for a young couple to start life in. And elegant air for children.
Mine are at my mother's."

Garth swallowed a gasp at this; but the girl never blinked an eye.

"But how I do run on!" exclaimed Mrs. Pink. "No doubt you've got a good
start somewheres else."

"Not so very," said Garth with a smile.

The smile disarmed the young lady sitting opposite, and somehow obliged
her to reconsider her opinion of him. "I believe the creature has a
sense of humour," was her thought.

"Are you Canadians?" inquired Mrs. Pink politely.

"I am from New York," said Garth.

Mrs. Pink opened her eyes to their widest. If he had said Cochin China
she could not have appeared more surprised. For New York has a magical
name in the Provinces; and the more remote, the more glowing the halo
evoked by the sound.

"Bless me!" she ejaculated. Then, addressing herself to the girl: "How
fine the shops and the opera houses must be there!"

"I've not been there in some years," she answered coolly. "I am from
Ontario."

"Well, I declare!" cried Mrs. Pink. "Quite a romance! Where did you
meet?"

"Here," said Garth readily. There was no turning back now.

"What a nice man!" now thought this perverse young lady.

"Well! Well!" exclaimed Mrs. Pink with immense interest. "Ain't that odd
now! Was it long since?"

"Not so very," said Garth vaguely. He glanced across the table and saw
that his supposed wife had finished her lunch. His heart sank heavily.

"Three months?" hazarded Mrs. Pink.

"It was about half an hour ago," came brisk and clear from across the
table.

Mrs. Pink looked up in utter amazement; her jaw dropped; and a piece
of bread was arrested halfway to her mouth. The girl had risen and was
drawing on her gloves.

"Good-bye, Mrs. Pink," she said sweetly. "I hope you find your husband
sooner than I find mine!"

With that she passed out; and the swing door closed behind her. All the
light went with her, it seemed to Garth, and the cabin became a sordid,
spotty little hole. Mrs. Pink stared at the door through which she had
disappeared, in speechless bewilderment. Finally she turned to Garth.

"Wh-what did she mean?" she stammered.

"I do not know the young lady," said Garth sadly.

"Good land, man!" screamed Mrs. Pink. "Why didn't you say so at first?"




II

THE UNKNOWN LADY


Garth Pevensey was a reporter on the _New York Leader_. His choice of
an occupation had been made more at the dictate of circumstances than
of his free will; and in the round hole of modern journalism he was
something of a square and stubborn peg. He had become a reporter because
he had no taste for business; and a newspaper office is the natural
refuge for clever young men with a modicum of education, and the need
of providing an income. He was not considered a "star" on the force;
and his city editor had been known to tear his hair at the missed
opportunities in Pevensey's copy, and hand it to one of the more glowing
stylists for the injection of "ginger." But Garth had his revenge in the
result; the gingerized phrases in his quiet narrative cried aloud, like
modern gingerbread work on a goodly old dwelling.

It was agreed in the office that Pevensey was too quiet ever to make a
crack reporter. On a big story full of human interest he was no good. It
was not that he failed to realize the possibilities of such stories; he
had as sure an eye for the picturesque and affecting as Dicky Chatworth
himself, the city editor's especial favourite; but he had an unconquerable
repugnance to "letting himself go." Moreover his stuff was suspected of
having a literary quality, something that is respected but not desired
in a newspaper office. Howbeit, there were some things Garth could do
to the entire satisfaction of the powers; he might be depended on for an
effective description of any big show, when the readers' tear-ducts were
not to be laid under contribution; he had an undeniable way with him
of impressing the great and the near-great; and had occasionally been
surprisingly successful in extracting information from the supposedly
uninterviewable.

Though his brilliancy might be discounted, Pevensey was one of the most
looked-up-to, and certainly the best-liked man on the staff. He was
entirely unassuming for one thing; and though he had the reputation of
leading rather a saintly life himself, he was as tolerant as Jove; and
the giddy youngsters who came and went on the staff of the _Leader_ with
such frequency liked to confide their escapades to him, sure of being
received with an interest which might pass very well for sympathy.
It was with the very young ones that he was most popular; he took on
himself no irritating airs of superiority; he was a good listener; and
he never flew off the handle. Such a man has the effect of a refreshing
sedative on the febrile nerves of an up-to-date newspaper office.

Outside the office Garth led an uneventful life. He lived with
his mother and a younger brother and sister, and ever since his
knickerbocker days he had been the best head the little family could
boast of. New York is full of young men like Garth who, deprived of
the kind of society their parents were accustomed to, do not assimilate
readily with that which is open to all; and so do without any.
Young, presentable and clever, Garth had yet never had a woman for
a friend. Those he met in the course of a reporter's rounds made him
over-fastidious. He had erected a sky-scraping ideal of fine breeding
in women, of delicacy, reserve and finish; and his life hitherto had not
afforded him a single opportunity of meeting a woman who could anywhere
near measure up to it. That was his little private grievance with Fate.

Garth came of a family of sporting and military traditions, which he had
inherited in full