Part 41 (1/2)

He stumbled through the snow and over the ice and rocks until he reached the door of the cabin. He pounded loudly on the portal.

”Who is there?” demanded a rough voice from within.

”Friends,” answered the old miner. ”Let us in--we are 'most frozen to death.”

”Who are you?” went on the voice from inside the cabin. ”Be careful now, I am armed.”

Cautiously the door to the cabin was opened and a very old man appeared. He was armed with a shotgun, which he pointed at those outside.

”I can't see ye,” he said, slowly. ”Come a bit closer, but not too clost, until I make sure who ye are.”

”Why, it's Tony Bings!” fairly shouted Jack Wumble. ”How are ye, Tony?

Don't ye know me?”

”Jack Wumble!” cried the old man. ”How in the name o' fate did you git here?” And he lowered his gun and opened wide the door of the cabin for the old miner to enter.

CHAPTER XXVIII

AT TONY BINGS'S CABIN

Tony Bings was an old miner who had spent several years in Colorado, working close to Jack Wumble. The two knew each other well, and were warm friends.

”Come right in,” said Tony Bings, when matters had been explained to him. ”It's a wonder ye ain't friz stiff, in sech a wind! It's been a-blowin' great guns. Once or twice I thought the cabin was goin'

over.”

Tom was brought in and Sam followed, and both were placed near the sheet iron stove of which Tony Bings's cabin boasted. Then the old miner bustled about to get the whole party something to eat and to drink.

”I've got slathers o' stores,” he told Jack Wumble, in answer to a question on that point. ”Got a good supply in durin' the summer. I was out here last winter an' come near starvin' to de'th, an' I made up my mind it shouldn't happen ag'in. So eat yer fill an' welcome.”

”We'll pay for all we use, Tony,” answered Wumble. ”These chaps with me are rich,” he added, in a whisper.

”At first I thought it might be some good-fer nuthin' fellers from up the mountains,” went on Tony Bings. ”Once in a while they come here and git things an' don't pay for 'em. If they come ag'in, I'll shoot 'em,” he went on, with determination.

He listened with interest to the story the others had to relate, and was not surprised when he learned how the old hut had been tossed over by the tornado and carried along on the ice. He said his own shelter was protected by the rocks around it and also by the heavy stones which he had placed on the roof.

All of the newcomers were so exhausted that after eating their fill they were glad enough to lie down and rest. Tony Bings told them not to worry--that he would stay awake, to tend the fire and watch out generally.

”You ain't nowhere near Subler's Stores,” he told d.i.c.k. ”You got off the track entirely. Instead of going towards Dawson you've been goin'

away from it.”

All of the boys and Jack Wumble slept soundly that night. Tony Bings did not arouse them and consequently it was long past daylight when they opened their eyes.

When d.i.c.k came to the window of the cabin to look out he uttered a cry of surprise. The sun was s.h.i.+ning and all around could be seen immense stretches of ice and snow. It looked as if they were in the midst of desolation.

”What a change from a week ago!” he said to Sam.

”A fellow could hardly believe it, d.i.c.k,” was the reply.