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Updated: June 12, 2025
So Rod's experience with the Woonga trail between the mountains occasioned little uneasiness, and instead of forming a scheme for the further investigation of this trail on the south, plans were made for locating the first fall. Mukoki was the swiftest and most tireless traveler on snow-shoes, and it was he who volunteered to make the first search.
The gentleman was found, and had not yet engaged any one to take the place of his missing man. He was so pleased with Rod's appearance, besides being so thoroughly satisfied by the flattering recommendations given him by Brakeman Joe, and the master of the stock-yard, who had noticed the boy in the morning, that he readily employed him, offering him five dollars for the trip.
Wabi broke all table etiquette by giving vent to a warlike whoop of joy at this announcement, and once more Rod's spirits rose high above his temporary disappointments. That night the furs were appraised and purchased by the factor for his Company, and Rod's share, including his third of the gold, was nearly seven hundred dollars.
On the second day after the storm, while Wabi was still inuring Rod to the changed world and teaching him how to accustom his eyes to it gradually, Mukoki left the cabin to follow the chasm in his search for the first waterfall. That same day Wabi began his work of digging out and resetting the traps, but it was not until the day following that Rod's eyes would allow him to assist.
Why, boy, I could swim before I was as old as you. When I was fifteen I could swim across the river." "You could!" and Rod's eyes shone with admiration. "Did you ever swim across the ocean, captain?" "Not quite, lad. Not quite that far." "Well, then, I will some day, Captain Josh," Rod cried, as he rose to his feet, and stood erect.
Instantly the cause of the excitement flashed upon Rod's mind. His face became pale, and he glanced nervously around upon the men who had gathered near. "Do you hear me?" the parson again demanded. "Do you know anything about that key?" "Yes, grandad, I do," was the trembling reply. "Where is it, then?" "It's down Miss Arabella's neck."
Both were silent, for the situation was such that neither could seem to find words to fit it. However, having put on Rod's clothes down to the brass-clipped pitching shoes and being on the point of leaving the Texan struggling slowly into his everyday garments, Phil stopped and half turned, after taking a step toward the door. "I'm sus-sorry you got your fingers busted," he stated in a low tone.
May it not have been this trait of Rod's that gave her the clue to his character, when she was thinking him over, after the separation? Sperry was gone nearly ten minutes. He came, full of apologies. "Fitz held on to me while he roasted Brent. You've heard of Brent, of course?" "Yes," said Susan. "Fitz has been seeing him off. And he says it's " Susan glanced quickly at him. "Off?" she said.
"Why, I'd be happy all the time if I had a boat like this." "Ye would? Well, take the tiller, then, while I fill me pipe." A new thrill of joy swept through Rod's entire being as he clutched the wooden handle and moved it to left or right as the captain ordered. Never did any commander in charge of the largest vessel feel greater pride than did the young helmsman.
In the first instant of that freedom, the savage, with his arm already extended, could deliver a blow sooner than his antagonist, who would have to raise his arm as well as strike. In other words, by the time Rod's knife was poised his enemy's would be buried in his breast. With a curious thrill the white youth saw the fearful odds against him in their position.
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