Part 28 (1/2)
The lieutenant sat silent for a while, thinking the matter over.
Presently he arose, took Tom's hand and said:
”I believe you are right, Tom. At any rate you are right on the point of honor that controls your own course in this matter. We are taught at West Point that whenever there is the least or the greatest doubt as to a point of honor, it is an honorable man's duty to give honor the benefit of the doubt. We'll make no raids except under the warrants of the revenue officers. We'll live on meat till the caravan comes up the mountain.”
CHAPTER x.x.xI
_Corporal Jenkins's March_
But the caravan did not come. A thaw had set in, reinforced by a rain, and all the mountain streams were torrents again--utterly impa.s.sable.
When Tom explained the case the lieutenant said:
”Nevertheless Corporal Jenkins will get here with the supplies. He may be much longer in coming than we hoped for, but he will come. He is a man of resource and he never gives up.”
In the meantime Corporal Jenkins was in a very bad way half way up the mountain side. He had pa.s.sed one torrent while yet it was only half full, and now it was so full that he could not even retreat with his mule caravan. In front was another torrent that it would have been sheer insanity to attempt to cross--a stream fifty feet wide, rus.h.i.+ng down through a gorge with a violence that carried great stones with it, some of them weighing many tons, while the water was almost completely filled with a tangled ma.s.s of whirling trees that had been torn up by the roots by the on rush of the waters.
”We'll have to go back, Corporal,” suggested one of the men.
”We can't go back,” he replied. ”That last stream we crossed is as full as this one now. Besides we must get these supplies to camp.”
”But how?”
”I don't know how! Shut up and let me think the thing out.”
After his thinking the corporal ordered the caravan to leave the trail and work its way up the mountain in the s.p.a.ce between the two streams.
It was a difficult and sometimes a perilous ascent. There were cliffs in the way around and over which a pa.s.sage was partly found and partly forced by great labor. At some places the pathway was so steep that no mule could carry his load up it. Here the corporal divided the loads and led the mules up with only one-fourth or one-fifth of the burden upon each. Then unloading that he took the animals back again and placed another portion of their load upon their backs, repeating the journey as often as might be necessary. As he had twenty mules in his pack train it sometimes took half a day to get over thirty or forty yards of distance in this tedious and toilsome fas.h.i.+on. But at any rate there was progress made.
Often, too, there were great detours to be made in order to get around obstacles that could not be overcome. Thus day after day was consumed in the tedious climb up the mountain. The corporal knew how anxiously his commanding officer was awaiting his coming, but he could not hurry it more than he was already doing.
”What's your plan, Corporal?” asked one of the men when a bivouac was made one evening.
”Simple enough,” answered the corporal. ”When you've served in the mountains as long as I have, you'll know that every mountain torrent has a beginning somewhere up towards the top of the mountain. I'm simply following this one up to find its head waters and go around them.”
The raging stream had grown much smaller now, as the caravan neared its place of beginning, and the next morning the corporal found a place at which he thought it safe to attempt a crossing. It was perilous work, but after an hour or two of struggle all the mules and all the men were got safely to the farther side.
The corporal knew that he was much higher up the mountain than the site of Camp Venture. But it was no part of his plan to descend until he had pa.s.sed the head waters of all other streams and reached a point directly south of the camp and above it. So he proceeded westward around the mountain.
Without knowing what the trusty corporal's plans or proceedings would be, the lieutenant felt that he was likely to have difficulty in locating the camp. So he ordered a brush fire kept burning night and day, so that the smoke of it by day and the light of it by night might be seen from a great distance.
Finally, exactly ten days from the time of the corporal's departure, his caravan was seen slowly and toilsomely descending the mountain toward the camp.
A great shout of gladness went up from all the men, who had tasted nothing but meat for a week past, and Tom, seizing his rifle started up the hill at a rapid pace to show the corporal the easiest way down the steep mountain side.
When the corporal reached camp the lieutenant complimented him highly upon his skill and success in overcoming difficulties, and declared his purpose to make a commendatory report of his conduct of the expedition.