Part 7 (1/2)

An honest indignation made the sleepy eyes strike fire. ”Wood!” he cried. ”What's the matter with you? It's just outside the door. What do you want to wake me for?”

”Ah!” snarled Husky. ”You're the cook, ain't you? What do we hire you for?”

”You'd think you paid me wages to hear you,” retorted Sam. ”I get my grub, and I earn it.”

”You do what you're told with less lip,” said Husky threateningly.

At this point Big Jack, more diplomatic, considering that a quarrel might result in awkward disclosures, intervened. ”Shut up!” he growled to Husky. To Sam he said conciliatingly: ”You're right. Husky hadn't ought to have waked you. It was a bit of thoughtlessness. But now you're awake you might as well get the wood.”

”Oh, all right,” said Sam indifferently.

He threw off his blanket. As they all did, he slept in most of his clothes. He pulled on his moccasins. The other four watched him with ill-concealed excitement. The contrast between his sleepy indifference and their parted lips and anxious eyes was striking.

Sam was too sleepy and too irritated to observe at once that the table and chair were missing. He went to the door rubbing his eyes. He rattled the latch impatiently and swore under his breath. Perceiving the bar at last, he flung it back.

”Were you afraid of robbers up here?” he muttered scornfully.

”Close the door after you,” commanded Jack.

Sam did so, and simultaneously the mask dropped from the faces of the men inside. They listened in strained att.i.tudes with bated breath.

They heard Sam go to the wood-pile, and counted each piece of wood as he dropped it with a click in his arm. When he returned they hastily resumed their careless expressions. Sam dropped the wood on the hearth.

”Better get another while you're at it,” suggested Jack.

Sam, without comment, went back outdoors.

”Well,” said Jack with a foolish look, ”nothing doing, I guess.”

”I thought there was nothing,” boasted Husky.

”You----” began Jack indignantly. He was arrested by a gasp from Joe.

”My G.o.d! Listen!”

They heard a sharp, low cry of astonishment from Sam, and the armful of wood came clattering to the ground. They heard Sam run, but away from the cabin, not toward the door. Each caught his breath in suspense. They heard a thud on the ground, and a confused, scrambling sound. Then Sam's voice rose quick and clear.

”Boys, bring a light! Quick! Jack! Shand! Quick!”

The four wavered in horrible indecision. Each looked at the other, waiting for him to make a move. There was no terror in the cries, only a wild excitement.

Finally Big Jack, with an oath, s.n.a.t.c.hed up the lantern and threw open the door. The others followed in the order of their courage. Joe bringing up the rear.

A hundred yards from the door the light revealed Sam struggling with something on the ground. What it was they could not see--something that panted and made sounds of rage.

”Boys! Here! Quick!” cried Sam.

To their amazement his voice was full of laughter. They hung back.

”What have you got?” cried Jack.