Part 29 (1/2)

”Oh no, not at all badly. My foot was jammed a little. Please help me on to my horse; I'll be all right in a minute.”

She put so good a face on her accident that he helped her into her saddle and ordered the train to move on; but Peggy perceived that the girl was suffering keenly.

”Sha'n't we stop, Allie?” she called, a few minutes later.

”No. I'll be all right in a few minutes.”

She rode on for nearly half an hour, bravely enduring her pain, but at last she turned to Mrs. Adams and cried out: ”I can't stand it, Peggy!

My foot pains me frightfully!”

Adams again called to Ward and the procession halted, while Ward came back, all his anger gone.

”We'll go into camp,” he said, as he examined her bruised foot. ”You're badly hurt.”

”It's a poor place to camp, Professor,” protested Gage. ”If she can go on for about fifteen minutes--”

”I'll try,” she said; ”but I can't bear the stirrup, and my shoe is full of blood.”

Ward, who was now keenly sympathetic, put her on his own horse and walked beside her while they slowly crawled down into the small valley, which held a deep and gra.s.sy tarn. Here they went into camp and the day was lost.

Alice was profoundly mortified to find herself the cause of the untimely halt, and as she watched the men making camp with anxious, irritated faces she wept with shame of her folly. She had seized the worst possible moment, in the most inaccessible spot of their journey, to commit her crowning indiscretion.

She was ill in every nerve, s.h.i.+vering and weak, and remained for that day the center of all the activities of the camp. Ward, very tender even in his chagrin, was constantly at her side, his brow knotted with care.

He knew what it meant to be disabled two hundred miles from a hospital, with fifty miles of mountain trail between one's need and a roof, but Alice buoyed herself up with the belief that no bones were broken, and that in the clear air of the germless world her wound would quickly heal.

She lay awake a good part of that night, hearing, above the roar of the water, the far-off noises of the wild-animal world. A wolf howled, a cat screamed, and their voices were fear-inspiring.

She began also to worry about the effect of her mishap on the expedition, for she heard Ward say to Adams: ”This delay is very unfortunate. Our stay is so limited. I fear we will not be able to proceed for some days, and snow is likely to fall at any time.”

What they said after that Alice could not hear, but she was in full possession of their trouble. It was not a question of the loss of a few days; it meant the possible failure of the entire attempt to reach the summit.

”Peggy,” she declared, next morning, ”the men must push on and leave you with me here in the camp. I will not permit the expedition to fail on my account.”

This seemed a heroic resolution at the moment, with the menacing sounds of the night still fresh in her ears, but it was the most natural and reasonable thing in the world at the moment, for the sun was rising warm and clear and the valley was as peaceful and as beautiful as a park.

Mrs. Adams readily agreed to stay, for she was wholly free from the ordinary timidities of women, but Ward, though sorely tempted, replied:

”No. We'll wait a day or two longer and see how you come on.”

At this point one of the guides spoke up, saying: ”If the women would be more comfortable in a cabin, there's one down here in the brush by the lake. I found it this morning when I was wranglin' the horses.”

”A cabin! In this wild place?” said Alice.

”Yes, ma'am--must be a ranger's cabin.”

Ward mused. ”If it's habitable it would be warmer and safer than a tent.

Let's go see about it.”