The Purple Flame

  CHAPTER XXV THE MIRAGE

  That night Marian lay awake for a long time. She had a vague feeling thatthey were approaching a crisis. Many agencies were at work. Some appearedto favor the success of their enterprise, and some were working directlyagainst them. Scarberry, with his herd, was some hours ahead of them.That was bad. If he succeeded in retaining this lead, the race was lost.However, less than half the distance had been covered, the easiest half.Many a peril awaited each herd. Who could tell when prowling wolves,large bands of Indians, a caribou herd, an impassable river, might bringeither to a halt?

  Marian could not answer all of the questions that troubled her. TheIndians? Would they be satisfied with her gift of food, or would theycontinue to prey upon the herd? Would they go back to some large tribeand lead them to the herd that they might drive them away, an easybounty?

  She had dealt with Eskimos; knew about what to expect from them. "ButIndians," she whispered to herself, "What are they like?"

  As if in answer to her perplexity, there came to her mind the words of agreat and good man:

  "Humanity is everywhere very much the same."

  This thought gave her comfort. She could not help but feel that theIndian she had befriended would not betray her, but might even come toher aid in some emergency.

  "But those of the purple flame?" she whispered to herself. "That silentwatcher on the hill--what did he mean by sitting there with a rifleacross his knee? Is he and his companions our friends or our enemies?"

  Here, indeed, was a problem. Until this day, she had felt that thesepersons were to be distrusted and feared. However, there had beensomething about that silent watcher that had given her a feeling ofsafety in spite of her prejudice.

  "It was as if he were set there as a watch to see that the Indian did usno harm," she told herself. "And yet, how could he?"

  It was in the midst of this perplexity that she fell asleep.

  Long before dawn the girls awoke to face a new day and a new, unknownperil. The forest, stretching out black and somber against the whiteforeground of snow, seemed a great menacing hand, reaching out to seizetheir precious possession. They could not know what perils awaited themin the forest.

  With breakfast over, the tents struck, sled-deer harnessed and hitched tothe sled, and everything in readiness for the continuing of the race toFort Jarvis, the girls climbed the nearest hill, hoping that they mightcatch some glimpse of the country beyond the forest.

  Their hopes were vain. Far as eye could see, the forest stretched beforethem. They could only guess the miles they must travel before comingagain to rolling hills and level tundra. They were traveling over aregion of the great Northland which had never really been explored. Noaccurate maps showed where rivers ran or forests spread out over theplains.

  Standing there, looking at the great forest, Patsy quoted:

  "'This the forest primeval; The murmuring pines and the hemlocks Stand like Druids of old With beards that rest on their bosom.'

  "And, with two Eskimos for companions, we are to enter that forest. Onlywild people, and wilder caribou and wolves, have been there before us.Oh, Marian! We are explorers! We really, truly are! Isn't it gran-n-d!"

  Marian did not answer. There was a puzzled look on her face as she staredaway toward the north. Out of the very clouds faint images appeared to bemarching. Yes, yes, now they became clearer. Reindeer--a whole herd ofthem. What could it mean? Was this a vision? Was she "seeing things," orwas it possible that much higher hills lay over there and that thereindeer were crossing them?

  "Look," she said to her cousin, pointing away to the clouds.

  Together, with bated breaths, they watched the panorama that moved beforethem. Now they saw the herders and their dogs, saw them run this way andthat; saw the herd change its course, saw the herders again take up thesteady march.

  "Why," exclaimed Patsy, "Seems as if you could hear the crack-crack ofreindeer hoofs and the bark of the dogs!"

  "They must be miles away. It's the Scarberry herd," said Marian.

  "Look," whispered Patsy, "the deer are stopping."

  It was true. Having come to an abrupt halt, as if facing aninsurmountable barrier, the leaders compelled those that followed to packin a solid mass behind them or to spread out to right or left. In anincredibly short time they stood out in a straight line, facing east.

  "It--it must be a river, a river that is still open, that cannot becrossed," said Marian in tones of tense excitement.

  "And that means!" exclaimed Patsy.

  "That our rival has been stopped. Nature has brought them to a halt. Wemay win yet. Let's hurry. We may find a crossing-place in the forest."

  "But look, look over there to the left!" cried Patsy.

  "What? Where?"

  "Why, they're gone!" exclaimed Patsy. "There were three men. Indians,they looked like. They seemed to be watching the Scarberry herd from ahilltop some distance away."

  "But look!" cried Marian. "It's gone!"

  To their great astonishment, the herd had vanished. As it had appeared tomarch out of the clouds, so it seemed now to have receded again intothem.

  "Were we dreaming?" Patsy asked in an awed whisper.

  "No," said Marian thoughtfully, "It was a mirage, a mirage of the greatwhite wilderness. We have them here just as they do on the desert. By theaid of this mirage, nature has shown us a great secret; that we stillhave a splendid chance to win the race. Let's get down to camp and beaway."

  "But the three Indians?" questioned Patsy. "What were they about to do?"

  "Who knows?" said Marian. "We have little to do with the Scarberry herd.Our task is that of getting to Fort Jarvis."

  Two hours were consumed in reaching the edge of the forest. After that,for hours they passed through the wonder world of a northern forest inwinter. Deep and still, the snow lay like a great white blanket. Black asebonite against this whiteness stood the fir and spruce trees. There wassomething strangely solemn about the place. The crack of reindeer'shoofs, the bark of dogs, all seemed strangely out of place here. It wasas though they stood on holy ground.

  "It's like a church," Patsy said in an awed voice.

  "God's great cathedral," answered Marian.

  Fortunately the trees were not too close together. There was room for thedeer to pass between them. So, as before, the herd moved forward in afairly compact mass.

  "Going to be easy," was Patsy's comment after three hours had passed.

  "I don't know," Marian shook her head in doubt, "I hope so, but you knowan Alaskan who is used to barren hills and tundra, dreads a forest. Ibelong to the tundra, so I dread it, too."

  In spite of her fears, just at nightfall Marian found herself passingfrom beneath the last spruce tree and gazing away at rolling hillsbeyond.

  She was just offering up a little prayer of thanksgiving, when somemovement of the forward herd leaders attracted her attention.

  "They're stopping," she said. "I wonder why?"

  Instantly the vision of the morning flashed through her mind.

  "The river!" she exclaimed in alarm. "If--if we can't cross it, we'llhave to camp at the edge of the forest. And that is bad, very bad.Animals that are cowards, and slink away by day, become daring beasts ofprey at night."

  A hurried race forward confirmed her worst suspicions; there, at her feetwas a river, flanked on one side by willows and on the other by a steepbank. It was not a broad stream--she could throw a stone across it--butit did flow swiftly. Its powerful current had thus far defied thewinter's fiercest blasts. It was full to the brim with milky water andcrowding cakes of ice. No creature could brave that torrent, and live.

  "Blocked!" she cried. "And just when I was hoping for so much!"

  Sinking down upon the snow, she gave herself over for a moment tohopeless despair. The next moment she was on her feet. With armsoutstretched toward the stars as if in appeal for aid, she spoke throughtight clenched teeth:

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  As if in mockery of her high resolves, at that moment there came to herears the long-drawn howl of a timber wolf.

  The call of the wolf was answered by another, and yet another. At themoment they seemed some distance away, but Marian trembled at the sound.

  "A wolf travels fast," she told herself as she turned to hurry back toPatsy and her faithful Eskimo.

  "Listen!" she exclaimed, as she came near to her companions. "Sounds liketen or twelve of them howling at once. Terogloona, do wolves travel inpacks?"

  "Mebby not," the Eskimo shrugged his shoulders, "but often they are many.Then they call to one another. They come all to one place. Then there'strouble. There will be trouble to-night, and we have no rifle. We--"

  He broke off abruptly to lean forward in a listening attitude. "That isstrange," he murmured, "They have found some prey back there where theyare, perhaps a caribou."

  As they stood at strained attention, it became evident to all that thecreature being pursued was coming down the wind toward them. The yap-yapof the wolves, now in full pursuit, grew momentarily louder. At thebeginning they had seemed two miles away. Now they seemed but one mile; ahalf mile. The girls fairly held their breaths as they watched andwaited.

  And now it seemed that the wolves must be all but upon them. Then, with asudden cry, Marian saw the great spreading antlers of old Omnap-puk, theking of reindeer and caribou, rise above the ridge.

  "He's not alone. There are others," Patsy breathed.

  "Reindeer!" Marian murmured in astonishment.

  It was true. One by one at first, then by fives and tens, a drove ofdeer, fifty or sixty in number, appeared on the crest of the hill andcame plunging down toward Marian's herd.

  The old Monarch had never before joined their herd, but this time,without a second's hesitation, he plunged straight on until he came tothe edge of the herd. Then, with a peculiar whistled challenge, hewheeled about and with antlers lowered for battle, pawed defiance at theon-rushing band of wolves.

  Then a strange and interesting drama began to be enacted. There was ashifting and turning of deer. Front ranks were quickly formed. When thewolves, with lolling tongues and dripping jaws reached the spot, theyfound themselves facing a solid row of bayonet-like antlers.

  Quick as they were to understand the situation, and to rush away in acircle to execute a rear attack, the deer, under the monarch'sleadership, were quicker. Other lines were formed until a complete circleof antlers confronted the beasts of prey. The weaker and younger deerwere in the center.

  Then it was that the girls discovered for the first time that they, too,were in the center; that they were surrounded by the restless, snorting,pawing herd of deer. In their interest at watching the progress ofevents, they had not been aware of the fact that the deer, in swingingabout, had encircled them.

  That they were in peril, they knew all too well. They read this in thelook of concern on Terogloona's face.

  "Circle hold, all right," he said soberly. "Not hold, bad! Deer afraid.Go mad. Want'a trample down all; want'a get away fast. Mebby knock downmy master's daughter, her friend, Terogloona, Attatak; knock down all;mebby trampled. Mebby die. Mebby wolf kill."

  There was apparently nothing to do but wait. To the wolf pack new numbersappeared to be added from time to time. The sound of their yap-yappingcame incessantly. The circle swayed now to this side and now to that assome frightened deer appeared ready to break away. It was with the utmostdifficulty that the girls prevented themselves from being knocked downand trampled under the sharp hoofs of the surging deer.

  "What will it be like if the circle breaks and they really stampede?"groaned Patsy. For the first time in her Arctic experience she was trulyfrightened.

  "I don't know," answered Marian. "We can only trust. I wish we were outof this. I wish--"

  A sharp exclamation escaped Marian's lips. Over to the left a deer hadgone down. The wolves appeared to have cut the tendons to his forelegs.There was terrible confusion. It seemed that the day was lost, that thestampede was at hand.

  "Keep close to me," Marian whispered bravely. "Some way we will pullthrough."

  Patsy gripped her arm for the final struggle. Then, to her astonishment,she heard the sound of a shot, then another, and yet another.

  "Someone to our rescue," cried Marian. "Who can it be?"