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"A clever piece of reasoning," Cyril remarked. "There's scarcely a flaw in it, as you'll see by my account of the affair. After saying good-by to Prescott on the night I left the settlement, I went on until I was near the muskeg and had dismounted to camp when a stranger rode up.
He picked it up hastily with a defiant glance about him, as though the desolation were trying to rob him of it; and when he rose to his feet to stagger on into the day, it was included in the pack on his back. He bore away to the left, stopping now and again to eat muskeg berries.
Doubtless it would have done so if it had come; but the same head-winds and storms which had thwarted us from the first dogged us still. We had camped near the mouth of Muskeg Creek, a good-sized stream, and evidently the cause hitherto of the Lesser Slave's rich chocolate colour; for, above the forks, the latter took its hue from the lake, but with a yellowish tinge still.
It was hard to find level footing. The mounds were uneven, and more than once Onistah plunged knee-deep from one into the swamp. He crossed the muskeg and climbed an ascent into the woods, swinging sharply to the right. There was no uncertainty as to the direction of the tracks in the snow. If they veered for a few yards, it was only to miss a tree or to circle down timber.
He was very weary, but it refused to die. It was because it refused to die that he still ate muskeg berries and minnows, drank his hot water, and kept a wary eye on the sick wolf. He followed the trail of the other man who dragged himself along, and soon came to the end of it a few fresh-picked bones where the soggy moss was marked by the foot-pads of many wolves.
But, bedad, it's the lively time we have wid the crathurs." "And is that the bunk-house close up to the cookery?" "It is that same." "And why was it built so close as that?" "Sure there wuz no ground left by raison av the muskeg at the back av it." The doctor gave it up. "Drive on," he said. "But what a beautiful spot for a camp right there on that level." "Beautiful, is it?
It was certainly a strange adventure for a business man, but Harding believed that his comrade would perish unless help could be obtained. He shook hands with Benson, who wished him a sincere "Good-luck!" and then, with the Indian leading, struck out through the muskeg toward the shadowy hills. Harding had cause to remember the forced march he made to the Stony village.
"So long as you don't bring over a ready-made standard to measure our shortcomings by, we'll explain all we can. In fact, it's a thing we're fond of doing." Then his tone grew grave. "But I haven't seen your father since this morning. Is he at the muskeg?" "Yes. I'm getting anxious about him; the trouble is preying on his mind.
You found the muskeg too difficult to cross? I suppose this fellow showed you the way here." Harding felt worn out; he crossed the floor to the heap of reeds and sat down facing Clarke. "We have come for you," he announced abruptly; "and we must start at once. My partner is very sick fever and you'll have to cure him." Clarke laughed, without mirth. "You're presuming on my consent."
"There's a point to be accounted for how I reached the spot where I was lying, and this is my suggestion: The fellow thought he had killed me and in alarm determined to throw me into the muskeg. As I had a hazy recollection of being roughly lifted, I imagine he laid me across his saddle and after a while I must have moved or groaned.
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