CHAPTER XI.--THUS HAND IN HAND THE BROTHERS SLEEP.
They arrived at the plateau in the afternoon, and cautiously, yetquickly was the plank placed over.
Frank did not wait to attach the rope to his waist, so eager was he.The yawning green gulf beneath him might have tried the nerve ofBlondin. He paused not to think, however, but went over almost with thespeed of a bird upon the wing, and more slowly the others followed.
They brought with them the end of the coils of rope, and these werespeedily hauled across.
For a few moments Frank and Duncan stood silently clasping each other'shands; and the Cockney lad could tell by the look of anguish in hisHighland cousin's face that the worst had occurred.
"Too late! too late!" Duncan managed to say at last, and he turnedquickly away to hide the blinding tears.
"Poor Conal," explained the captain, "is lying down yonder--that blackobject is he enveloped in rugs, but he has made no sign for hours, anddoubtless is frozen hard enough ere now."
"Come," cried Frank, "be of good cheer, my dear Duncan, till we arecertain. Perhaps he does but sleep."
"Yes, he sleeps," said Duncan mournfully, "and death is the only doorwhich leads from the sleep that cold and frost bring in their train."
"Come, men," cried Frank, now taking command, for he was full of lifeand energy, "uncoil the rope most carefully. I am light, CaptainTalbot, so I myself will make the descent. I shall at once send poorConal to bank, or as soon as I can get him bent on. Haul up when Ishout."
When all the rope was got loose and made into one great coil, the endwas thrown over into the crevice to make sure it would reach.
It did reach, with many fathoms to spare; so it was quickly hauled upand recoiled again.
A bight was now made at one end, and into this brave Frank quickly, andwith sailor-like precision, hitched himself.
"Lower away now, men. Gently does it. Draw most carefully up as soonas I shout. When poor Conal is drawn to bank, lower again for me."
Next minute Frank had disappeared over the brink of the abyss, and wasquickly and safely landed beneath.
He approached the bundle of rugs with a heart that never before felt sobrimful of anguish and doubt.
And now he carefully draws aside the coverings. A pale face, white andhard, half-open eyes, and a pained look about the lowered brows anddrawn lips.
Is there hope?
Frank will not permit himself even to ask the question.
But speedily he forms a strong hammock with one of the rugs. Not asailor's knot ever made that this boy is not well acquainted with. Andnow, after making sure that all is secure, he signals, and five minutesafter this the body is got to bank without a single hitch.
Then while two men, with Captain Talbot and Duncan, commence operationson the stiff and apparently frozen body, the others lower away again,and presently after Frank's young and earnest face is seen above thesnow-rift.
He is helped up, and proceeds at once to lend assistance.
Conal had been a favourite with all the men, and now they work inrelays, the one relay relieving the other every five minutes, chafingand rubbing hands, arms, legs, and chest with spirits.
Duncan can do nothing.
He seems stupefied with grief.
After nearly half an hour of hard rubbing and kneading, to the skipper'sintense joy the flesh of the arms begins to get softer. Presently ablue knot appears on one, and he knows there is a slight flicker of lifereviving in the apparently lifeless body.
The lamp may flicker with a dying glare, and Talbot knows this well, sohe refrains from communicating his hopes to disconsolate Duncan.
But he endeavours now to restore respiration, by slowly and repeatedlypressing the arms against the chest, and alternately raising them abovethe head.
The rubbing goes on.
Soon the eyelids quiver!
There seems to be a struggle, for the poor boy's face turns red--nay,almost blue. Then there is a deep convulsive sigh.
Just such a sigh as this might be his last on earth, or it might be thefirst sign of returning life.
Talbot puts his hand on Conal's cold wrist. The pulse flickers so hescarce can feel it; but it is there.
Operations are redoubled. Sigh after sigh is emitted, and soon--
"Heaven be praised!" cries Captain Talbot, for of his own accord Conalopens his eyes.
He even murmurs something, and shuts them once more, as if in utterweariness he fain would go to sleep.
But that sleep might end in death. No, he must be revived.
The circulation increases.
The life so dear to all is saved, for now Conal can swallow a littlebrandy.
Duncan's head has fallen on his knee and open palms as he crouchesshivering on the snow, and the tears that have welled through hisfingers lie in frozen drops on his clothing.
Gently, so gently, steals Talbot up behind him. Gently, so gently, helays one hand on his shoulder.
"Duncan, can you bear the news?"
"Yes, yes, for the bitterness of death is past."
"But it is not death, dear lad, but--life."
"Life! I cannot believe it! Have you saved him?
"Then," he added, "my Father, who art in heaven, receive Thou thepraise!
"And you, friend Talbot," he continued, pressing his captain's hand,"the thanks."
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Conal was got safely back over the crevasse, and in his extemporehammock borne tenderly down the mountain-side until the plain below wasreached.
But by this time he is able to raise his eyes and speak to his nowjoyful brother.
He even tries to smile.
"A narrow squeak, wasn't it?" he says.
His brother scarce can answer, so nervous does he feel after theterrible shock to the system.
The men, however, are thoroughly exhausted, and so under the shelter ofa rock a camp is formed once more, and supper cooked.
Coffee and condensed milk seem greatly to restore the invalid, and oncemore he feels drowsy.
Soon the sun sets, and it being considered not unsafe now to permitConal to sleep, the best couch possible is made for him, and a tin flaskof hot water being laid near to his heart, his skin becomes warm, and heis soon afterwards sleeping and breathing as gently and freely as achild of tender years.
There is a little darkness to-night; but a moon is shining some shortdistance up in the sky and casting long dark shadows from the bouldersacross that dazzling field of snow.
Diamond stars are in the sky.
Yes, and there seems to be a diamond in every snowflake.
Duncan will not sleep, however, till he has seen his brother's face oncemore and heard him breathe. "For what," he asks himself, "if hisrecovery be but a dream from which I shall presently awake?"
His own rugs are laid close to his brother's, and he gently removes acorner of the latter, and lets the moon-rays fall on Conal's face.
The boy opens his eyes.
"Is it you, Duncan?"
"It is me, my brother."
"Then hold my hand and I shall sleep."
Duncan did as he was told.
"Duncan!"
"Yes, Conal."
"I feel as if I were a child again once more, but oh! how foolishly, howstupidly nervous."
"We are both so. Yet, blessed be Heaven, you will recover, Conal, and Ishall also."
"When I was really a child, Duncan, my mother, our mother, used to croonover my cradle verses from that sweet old hymn of Isaac Watts. Do youremember it?"
"Ay, Conal, lad, and the music too."
"It is so sweet and plaintive. Sing it, Duncan. That is, just a verseor two; for sleep, it seems to me, is already beginning to steal down onthe moonbeams to seal my aching eyes."
Duncan had a beautiful voice; but he could modulate it, so that no onecould hear it many yards away. This does he now.
Singing to Conal as mother used to sing it. Singing to Conal and
toConal only.
"Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber! Holy angels guard thy bed! Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head."
Sleep does steal down on the moonbeams ere long, and seals the eyes ofboth.
Thus hand in hand the brothers sleep.