The Crisis
Those mountains above the Barry cabin were, as he told Vic Gregg, inaccessible to men on horseback except by one path, yet there was a single class of travelers who roamed at will through far more difficult ground than this.Speaking in general, where a man can go a burro can go, and where a burro can go he usually manages to carry his pack.He crawls up a raged down-pitch of rocks that comes dangerously close to the perpendicular; he walks securely along a crumbling ledge with half his body over a thousand yards of emptiness.Therefore the prospectors with their burros have combed the worst mountains of the West and it was hardly a surprise to Kate Barry when she saw two men come down the steepest slope above the cabin with two little pack animals scrambling and sliding before them.It was still some time before nightfall, but the sun had dropped out of sight fully an hour ago and now the western mountains were blackening against a sky whose thin, clear blue grew yellow towards evening.
Against that dark mass of the mountainside, she could not make out the two travelers clearly, so she shaded her eyes and peered up, high up.The slope was so sheer that if one of the four figures lost footing it would come crashing to her very feet.When they saw her and shouted down the sound fell as clearly as if they had called from the cabin, yet they had a good half hour's labor between that greeting and the moment they came out on the level before Kate.From the instant they called she remained in motionless, deep thought, and when they came now into full view, she cried out joyously: "Buck, oh Buck!" and ran towards them.Even the burros stopped and the men stood statue-like; it is rarely enough that one finds a human being in those mountains, almost an act of Providence that lead to a house, and a miracle when the trail crosses the path of a friend.The prospectors came out of their daze with a shout and rushed to meet her.Each of them had her by a hand, wringing it; they talked all together in a storm of words.
"Kate, I'm dreamin'!--Dear old Buck!--Have you forgotten me?--Lee Haines! Ishould say not.--Don't pay any attention to him.Five years.And I've been hungerin' to see you all that--.--Where have you been?--Everywhere! but this is the best thing I've seen.--Come in.--Wait till we get these packs off the poor little devils.--Oh, I'm so glad to see you; so glad!--Hurry up, Lee.Your fingers asleep?--How long have you been out?--Five months.--Then you're hungry.--We've just ate.--But a piece of pie?--pie? I've been dreamin' of pie!"A fire already burned in the big living-room of the cabin, for at this season, at such an altitude, the shadows were always cold, and around the fire they gathered, each of the men with half a huge pie before him.They were such as one might expect that mountain region to produce, big, gaunt, hard-muscled.They had gone unshaven for so long that their faces were clothed not with an unsightly stubble but with strong, short beard that gave them a certain grim dignity and made their eyes seem sunken.They were opposite types, which is usually the case when two men strike out together.
Buck Daniels was black-haired, with an ugly, shrewd face and a suggestion of rather dangerous possibilities of swift action; but Lee Haines was a great bulk of a man, with tawny beard, handsome, in a leonine fashion, more poised than Daniels, fitted to crush.The sharp glance of Buck flitted here and there, in ten seconds he knew everything in the room; the steady blue eye of Lee Haines went leisurely from place to place and lingered; but both of them stared at Kate as if they could not have enough of her.They talked without pause while they ate.A stranger in the room would have sealed their lips in utter taciturnity, but here they sat with a friend, five months of loneliness and labor behind them, and they gossiped like girls.
Into the jangle of talk cut a thin, small voice from outside, a burst of laughter.Then: "Bart, you silly dog!" and Joan stood at the open door with her hand buried in the mane of the wolf-dog.The fork of Buck Daniels stopped halfway to his lips and Lee Haines straightened until the chair groaned.
They spoke together, hushed voices: "Kate!""Come here, Joan!" Her face glistened with pride, and Joan came forward with wide eyes, tugging Black Bart along in a reluctant progress.
"It ain't possible!" whispered Buck Daniels."Honey, come here and shake hands with your Uncle Buck." The gesture called forth deep throated warning from Bart, and he caught back his hand with a start.
"It's always that way," said Kate, half amused, half vexed; "Bart won't let a soul touch her when Dan isn't home.Good old Bart, go away, you foolish dog! Don't you see these are friends?"He cringed a little under the shadow of the hand which waved him off but his only answer was a silent baring of the teeth.
"You see how it is.I'm almost afraid to touch her myself when Dan's away;she and Bart bully me all day long."
In the meantime the glance of Joan had cloyed itself with sufficient examination of the strangers, and now she turned back towards the door and the meadow beyond.
"Bart!" she called softly.The sharp ears of the dog quivered; he came to attention with a start."Look! Get it for me!"One loud scraping of his claws on the floor as he started, and Black Bart went like a bolt through the door with Joan scrambling after him, screaming with excitement; from the outside, they heard the cry of a frightened squirrel, and then its angry chattering from a place of safety up a tree.
"Shall I call her back again?" asked Kate.
"Not if Bart comes with her," answered Lee Haines."I've seen enough of him to last me a while.""Well, we'll have her to ourselves when Dan comes; of course Bart leaves her to tag around after Dan.""When is he comin' back?" asked Buck, with polite interest.
"Anytime.I don't know.But he's always here before it's completely dark."The glance of Buck Daniels kicked over to Lee Haines, exchanged meanings with him, and came back to Kate.
