CHAPTER X
IN THE RAPIDS
They left their horses in camp, in charge of Gabe, since the huntingground was in a wild region, stretches of woodland being interspersedwith rocky tracks, over which a steed would find it dangerous to travel.
"Now, don't make any more noise than you can help," cautioned Mr.Curtin. "No use telling the elk we're coming. Have you your gunsloaded?"
"Yes," replied Jed. "I'm afraid mine's a pretty light rifle, though, tostop an elk."
"A small bullet, in the right place, is just as good as a large one,"replied Mr. Hurd. "Now, don't talk any more than is necessary."
They proceeded with caution for two or three miles, but their mostcareful observation failed to disclose any elk, or smaller deer. The twoboys were beginning to feel a bit disappointed, as they had set theirhearts on at least getting a shot at big game.
Another mile brought no results, though Mr. Hurd said the signs of elkwere growing better.
"There's been a herd here in the last few days," he said. "A big one,too, by the looks of things."
"I guess they got word we were coming," remarked his partner. "They knowwe have two mighty hunters with us," and he glanced at the lads.
"I can only speak for myself," replied Jed, in low tones, which they allused. "I'm a crack shot, but my brother has hard work hitting thebroadside of a barn door."
"I'll punch you for that, when we get back to camp!" exclaimed Will in atense whisper.
"Hark!" suddenly exclaimed Mr. Curtin.
They were silent in an instant. Then, through the quiet woods, came asound of underbrush being trampled under feet.
"Here's something coming," whispered Mr. Hurd. He raised his rifle inreadiness, the others following his example. Hardly had they done so,ere, from the bushes, there stepped out a magnificent elk. It looked sobig and imposing, as it stood there in the forest, that Jed and Willforgot that they were hunting and stood staring at the creature, thatwas so surprised at the sudden appearance of human beings on itspreserves that it did not instantly flee from danger.
An instant later Mr. Hurd fired, and, at the same moment, the elkbounded off through the trees.
"Shoot, somebody!" cried the man who had fired. His companion's gunspoke, but too late.
"After him!" shouted Mr. Hurd. "I only wounded him. We've got to come upwith him quickly, or he'll be miles away. But I think I crippled him. Idon't want him to go off in the woods and die in misery."
Jed and Will were off on a run, their nimble legs carrying them aheadfaster than did the limbs of the two miners.
"I see him!" cried Jed, as he caught a glimpse of the big creaturethrough the trees. The elk had stopped to lick a wound on the left forequarter, where the bullet had gone in and from which blood was flowing.
The elk heard the boys coming. Up went its head, and once more it wasoff like a shot. Just as it gathered itself for a leap, Jed fired. Heheard the thud of the bullet, and knew he had sent it into a vital spot.
"Did you get him?" cried Will.
"I think so! Come on!"
Forward rushed the two brothers. They emerged into a little clearing,and, at the farther side of it, was a sight that caused Jed's heart tothrob.
On the ground, kicking its last, was the big elk. His bullet had quicklyput it out of its misery.
"Hurrah! You did it!" yelled Will.
"I told you I was a good shot," said Jed. "But if Mr. Hurd hadn'twounded it, I doubt very much if I could have killed it."
"Any luck, boys?" asked Mr. Curtin, as he and his partner emerged fromthe woods into the little clearing. "I should say so!" he exclaimed amoment later, as he saw the big elk on the ground. "Who did it?"
"Jed did," answered Will, proud of his brother's success. "I'll get thenext one, though."
"I don't believe we'd better hunt any more," spoke Mr. Hurd. "We havemore meat now than we can eat, and it would only be wasteful to killmore game. We're not on a hunting excursion. You shall have a chancelater, Will."
"All right," was the answer, though the boy could not help feeling alittle disappointed at not having an opportunity to kill some big game.But he saw the force of the miner's reasoning.
"We'll take the best part of this back to camp," said Mr. Hurd. "I'llcut it up, as I understand such things."
"Can I have the horns?" asked Jed.
"Of course, but you'll have a hard job carting them out to the mineswith you. I'd leave 'em here. You can get a pair on your way backEast."
Jed decided this was good advice, though the antlers were a fine pair,and he hated to leave them.
Laden with choice pieces of the elk meat, the four hunters returned tocamp, where they found Gabe peacefully smoking his pipe. In a littlewhile they were sitting down to a meal of elk steaks, while recountingthe adventures of the day.
It was so pleasant in camp, that, as the horses were a trifle tired withthe journey so far, especially those from the farm, for they were notused to going so steadily, it was decided to remain there a few days. Inthat time Jed and Will went out hunting again, and this time luck waswith the younger brother, for he bowled over a fine buck deer.
"Well," remarked Gabe one morning, when they had finished breakfast, "Idon't know how you folks feel about it, but I seem to want to be gettingon toward the gold mines. I'm afraid Ted Jordan and his crowd will getall the nuggets."
"Yes, I guess we've had an easy time long enough," admitted Mr. Hurd."We'll travel on a bit further with you, if you don't mind, Mr.Harrison. I don't just know where me and my partner will begin toprospect yet. Maybe we'll go to Dizzy Gulch."
"Come along," invited Gabe heartily. "I reckon there's room for all,and I'm sure me and the boys are glad of your company."
"That's what we are," said Jed, and Will agreed with him.
So, having struck camp, they placed their packs on their horses, and,having smoked some of the elk and deer meat for future use, they setoff.
They were now getting into the mountain region, and it was not as easytraveling as it had been. The way became rougher and wilder, and thehorses, especially those of Jed, Will and Mr. Harrison, felt the pacevery much.
"Guess you don't find this much easier than cultivating corn, do you?"asked the old miner one day, after a particularly hard bit of travel upa mountain side, and an equally difficult passage down the correspondingslope.
"It isn't as easy as I thought it was," admitted Jed. "Still, it's moreexciting. Farming is pretty dull."
"Oh, you haven't begun to see excitement yet," put in Mr. Hurd. "Waituntil you get to the new diggings, where the miners and gamblers arecongregated."
"Speaking of gamblers reminds me that I wish I could set eyes on ConMorton," said Mr. Harrison. "The more I get to thinking of how heswindled me out of the biggest part of my fortune, the angrier I am."
"Do you think you'll ever see him again?" asked Jed.
"I certainly hope so. I shouldn't be surprised if he was out at the newdiggings. He generally hustles to where the miners have plenty of moneyfor him to swindle them out of. Once I get sight of him----"
Mr. Harrison did not finish, but the look on his face showed it wouldnot be good for Con Morton if the old miner met him.
When the travelers got down into the valley, after climbing one chain ofmountains, they found their further progress barred by a swift stream.
"Shall we ford it, or travel toward the head, where it isn't so wide?"asked Mr. Hurd.
"I'm in favor of crossing here," returned Gabe. "We've lost considerabletime as it is, and I don't fancy going fifty or a hundred miles out ofmy way because of a brook."
"This is a pretty good-sized brook," said Mr. Curtin. "It looksdangerous. Suppose we wait until morning?"
It was then getting dusk, and they were anxious to make camp.
"Never stop on the near side of a stream, when night is coming on, is mymotto," went on Gabe. "Can't tell but there'll be a big rain in thenight, and the stream will be so risen that it will delay us a week. No,let's
cross now, and camp on the other side. If it's too deep forwading, the horses can swim it."
They prepared to follow his advice. Their camp outfits were tightly tiedin water-proof bags, and securely fastened to the saddles of the steeds.When this had been done it was quite dark, but they thought the crossingof the stream would not take long, so they urged the rather unwillingbeasts into the water.
The horses proceeded cautiously, stepping slowly. Suddenly the animal onwhich rode the old miner got beyond its depth, and the next instant wasswimming.
"No ford here," cried Gabe. "Look out for yourselves, everybody! Don'tlean too far forward so's the horses' heads will go under. Hold yourguns over your heads."
By this time the five horses were swimming for the other side of thestream, with the travelers on their backs. As they advanced the currentbecame swifter and stronger. What had seemed like an ordinary mountainriver was a dangerous one.
For some reason Jed's horse seemed to be headed more down stream thandid any of its companions. Gabe noticed this and called:
"Head him up this way, Jed. It sounds like rapids below there, and maybethere's a waterfall."
Jed tried to, but it is no easy matter to guide a horse in the water,especially when the animal is frightened. In vain did the lad tug at thereins. The horse was now swimming right down the middle of the river.
An instant later, as the stream made a bend, Jed could look aheadthrough the fast-gathering darkness. The river was a mass of white foam.
"The rapids!" he cried. "I'm in the rapids!"
Almost as he spoke his horse was stumbling over stones and boulders inthe shallow part of the stream, where the waters lashed themselves intofoam as they rushed over the rocky bed.