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"We must get him somewhere out of this," he continued, turning to the men. "He is alive and we may do something for him yet." "Bring him to our cabin, Mr. Steadman," said Mr. Radhurst. "We will care for him." "Thank you," and Keith turned towards the old man. Then his eye rested upon Constance's animated face, standing by her father's side.
Caribou Sol carried the news to the Radhurst cabin. "They're 'bout wild down yon," he said. "Fairly tumblin' over one another with excitement." "Why, what's the matter?" questioned Constance. "Afeered of Injuns, that's what's the matter. An' they've good reason to fear, too. If somethin' isn't done afore them natives come back, there'll be lively times around these diggin's."
There was one, however, old "Colonel" Radhurst, with the white hair and sad face; he was different from the rest, so they thought. Pete Martin's only game was chess, and he loved it dearly. The pieces he had made with much skill from the hard tusk of a huge mastodon skeleton, which he had unearthed in a deep creek.
What could such a person do in the rigorous north, where only the hardiest had any chance of existence? He was not asleep, but lying on the cot, moaning in a pitiful manner. His eyes wandered constantly about the room, but seemed to notice nothing. "Miss Radhurst," said Keith. "I find what you surmised is only too true. Your father's arm is broken.
It had been snowing since morning on this, the most memorable day in the history of Klassan. Caribou Sol stood in front of his cabin, looking out into the darkness. He did not mind the driving wind, laden with snow, which beat against him; in fact, he never noticed it. His face was marked with anguish as he closed the door and moved slowly along the trail leading to the Radhurst cabin.
"Pardon me, Miss Radhurst," he said, turning toward her. "Your father is resting more comfortably. Please go on." "After we had waited for some time," continued Constance, "and no word came from Kenneth, my father became very impatient. He wished to leave for the Yukon, not only to find my brother, but the gold mine as well. "The lure of gold filled his mind, making him a changed man.
Radhurst kindly, "How you make this picture? You see something, eh?" Her face brightened at this, and she hastened to reply. "Beeg chief savvy." "What, the big chief knows?" "Ah, ah. All same peejee." "What, a picture like this?" "Ah, ah. All same peejee." Father and daughter looked at each other, and the same idea flashed into their minds. "We need help," began Constance.
"I know he could handle them better than any one else." "Ay, ay, miss, there's no doubt about that. But, poor chap, I'm thinkin' he'll have enough to attend to out on the hills by this time." "Is there much talk about him at the store?" asked Mr. Radhurst. "No, sir. He's seldom mentioned. Once Pritchen made a remark about the trial, but, gittin' no encouragement, he shet up.
"I can't say any more, but I'll tell the b'ys, an' they'll thank ye." When Keith returned to the Radhurst cabin he met Constance just outside the door. "Oh, I am so glad you have come back!" she said. "Pete is awake and calling for you." "How long did he sleep?" questioned Keith. "Only a short time after you left. I am afraid he is failing fast."
"Does not my brother remember eight snows ago when he shot the fierce grizzly in the pass beyond the mountains, and saved the life of an Indian boy?" "Yes, oh, yes, I remember that day very well," and Keith thought of the fine bear-skin rug in the Radhurst cabin. "But what has that to do with your kindness to me?"
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