Part 25 (1/2)
”I raced Stapleton for it. Loose your hold, confound you. It's mine,”
he said.
Dane turned and laughed at him as he signed to one of the Ontario hired men to take the near horse's head.
”You're a plucky lad, and you've done what you could,” he said.
”Still, if you get in the way of a grown man now, I'll break your head for you.”
He was off in another moment, crossed Winston, who had found fresh beasts, in his furrow, and had turned and doubled it before the fire that had pa.s.sed the other barrier came close upon them. Once more the smoke grew blinding, and one of Dane's beasts went down.
”I'm out of action now,” he said. ”Try back. That team will never face it, Courthorne.”
Winston's face showed very grim under the tossing flame. ”They've got to. I'm going through,” he said. ”If the others are to stop it behind there, they must have time.”
Then he and the husband of the woman who had spoken to Maud Barrington pa.s.sed on with the frantic team into the smoke that was streaked with flame.
”Good Lord!” said Dane, and added more as sitting on the horse's head he turned his tingling face from the fire.
It was some minutes before he and the hired man who came up loosed the fallen horse, and led it and its fellow back towards the last defenses the rest had been raising, while the first furrows checked but did not stay the conflagration. There he presently came upon the man who had been with Winston.
”I don't know where Courthorne is,” he said. ”The beasts bolted with us just after we'd gone through the worst of it, and I fancy they took the plow along. Any way, I didn't see what became of them, and don't fancy anybody would have worried much about them after being trampled on by a horse in the lumbar region.”
Dane saw that the man was limping and white in face, and asked no more questions. It was evident to him that Courthorne would be where he was most needed, and he did what he could with those who were adding furrow to furrow across the path of the fire. It rolled up to them roaring, stopped, flung a shower of burning filaments before it, sank and swept aloft again, while the sparks rained down upon the gra.s.s before the draught it made.
Blackened men with smoldering clothes were, however, ready, and they fought each incipient blaze with soaked grain bags, and shovels, some of them also, careless of blistered arms, with their own wet jackets.
As fast as each fire was trampled out another sprang into life, but the parent blaze that fed them sank and died, and at last there was a hoa.r.s.e cheer. They had won, and the fire they had beaten pa.s.sed on divided across the prairie, leaving the homestead unscathed between.
Then they turned to look for their leader, and did not find him until a lad came up to Dane.
”Courthorne's back by the second furrows, and I fancy he's badly hurt,”
he said. ”He didn't appear to know me, and his head seems all kicked in.”
It was not apparent how the news went round, but in a few more minutes Dane was kneeling beside a limp, blackened object stretched amid the gra.s.s, and while his comrades cl.u.s.tered behind her, Maud Barrington bent over him. Her voice was breathless as she asked, ”You don't believe him dead?”
Somebody had brought a lantern, and Dane felt inclined to gasp when he saw the girl's white face, but what she felt was not his business then.
”He's of a kind that is very hard to kill. Hold that lantern so I can see him,” he said.
The rest waited silent, glad that there was somebody to take a lead, and in a few moments Dane looked round again.
”Ride in to the settlement, Stapleton, and bring that Doctor fellow out if you bring him by the neck. Stop just a moment. You don't know where you're to bring him to.”
”Here, of course,” said the lad, breaking into a run.
”Wait,” and Dane's voice stopped him. ”Now, I don't fancy that would do. It seems to me that this is a case in which a woman to look after him would be necessary.”
Then, before any of the married men or their wives who had followed them could make an offer, Maud Barrington touched his shoulder.