Part 5 (1/2)
It need scarcely be said that this was the arrival of the rescue-party of which Daniel Davidson was in command. Before the starving pair had time to get fairly on their legs, Daniel strode into the camp and seized Elspie in his arms.
We need not repeat what he said, for it was not meant to be made public, but no such reticence need trouble us in regard to old Duncan.
”Hoot! Taniel,” said he, somewhat peevishly, ”keep your coortin' till efter breakfast, man! It iss a wolf that will be livin' inside o' me for the last few tays--a hungry wolf too--an' nothin' for him to eat.
That's right, Okematan, on wi' the kettle; it iss yourself that knows what it iss to starve. Blow up the fire, Peter Tavidson. You're a cliver boy for your age, an' hes goot lungs, I make no doubt.”
”That I have, Mr McKay, else I should not be here,” said the lad, laughing, as he knelt before the embers of the fire, and blew them into a blaze.
”Wow! Dan, hev ye not a pit pemmican handy?” asked McKay. ”It iss little I care for cookin' just now.”
”Here you are,” said Dan, taking a lump of the desired article from his wallet and handing it to the impatient man; at the same time giving a morsel to Elspie. ”I knew you would want it in a hurry, and kept it handy. Where is Duncan? I thought he was with you.”
”So he wa.s.s, Taniel, when you left us to go to Rud Ruver, but my son Tuncan was never fond o' stickin' to his father. He left us, an' no wan knows where he iss now. Starvin', maybe, like the rest of us.”
”I hope not,” said Elspie, while her sire continued his breakfast with manifest satisfaction. ”He went off to search for buffalo with Perrin and several others. They said they would return to us if they found anything. But, as they have not come back, we suppose they must have been unsuccessful. Did you meet any of the poor people on the way out, Dan?”
”Ay, we met some of them,” replied the hunter, in a sad tone. ”All struggling to make their way back to the Settlement, and all more or less starving. We helped them what we could, but some were past help; and we came upon two or three that had fallen in their tracks and died in the snow. But we have roused the Settlement, and there are many rescue-parties out in all directions now, scouring the plains.”
”You hev stirred it enough, Okematan,” said old McKay, referring to the kettle of food which was being prepared. ”Here, fill my pannikin: I can wait no longer.”
”Whenever you have finished breakfast we must start off home,” said Davidson, helping Elspie to some of the much-needed and not yet warmed soup, which was quickly made by mixing pemmican with flour and water.
”I have brought two sleds, so that you and your father may ride, and we will carry the provisions. We never know when the gale may break out again.”
”Or when heavy snow may come on,” added Peter, who was by that time busy with his own breakfast.
Okematan occupied himself in stirring the contents of the large kettle, and occasionally devouring a mouthful of pemmican uncooked.
An hour later, and they were making for home almost as fast as the rescue-party had travelled out--the provisions transferred to the strong backs of their rescuers--old McKay and Elspie carefully wrapped up in furs, reposing on the two sledges.
CHAPTER SIX.
DISCORD AND DECEIT, ETCETERA.
It was found, on their arrival at the home of Duncan McKay senior, that Duncan junior had got there before them, he having been met and brought in by one of the settlers who had gone out with his cariole to do what he could for the hunters. The two women who discovered the body of Perrin, however, had not yet arrived, and nothing was known of the murder in the Settlement.
”It iss little troubled _you_ wa.s.s, what came over us,” remarked old Duncan angrily, on entering his house, and finding his younger son engaged with a pipe beside the kitchen fire.
”An' how could _I_ know where you wa.s.s; efter I had been huntin' for nothin' for two days?” retorted his son. ”Wa.s.s I to think you would be stoppin' in the lame camp till you died? Wa.s.s it not more likely that some wan would find you an' bring you in--as they did?”
”No thanks to you that they did, Tuncan, what_ever_. Where did you leave the other boys?”
”How should I know?” returned the son sharply; ”they dropped off--wan here an' wan there--sayin' they would try for a buffalo in wan place or another, or, that they would rest awhile; an' so I wa.s.s left by myself.
I found it quite enough to look efter number wan.”
”It hes _always_ been as much, that, as ye could manitch, Tuncan, even when things wa.s.s goin' easy,” said the old man with a sarcastic laugh, that induced the young man to rise and quit the room.
He went towards a small shop, or store, as such places were styled in the Nor'-West. It fell to his lot in the family arrangements to look after and manage this store. Indeed the youth's anxiety for the ease and comfort of ”number wan” had induced him to select the post as being a part of the family duties that was peculiarly suited to himself.
On reaching the store he went straight to a large roll of Canadian twist tobacco, cut off a piece, refilled his pipe, and, sitting down on a bale began or, rather, continued to smoke. He had not been seated long when the door opened, and the head of a half-breed peeped cautiously in with an uncommonly sly look.