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So true had the tale run； that Smoke accepted without question that the source of the gold was the lake's bottom。 Under many feet of ice and inaccessible； there was nothing to be done； and at mid…day； from the rim of the palisade； he took a farewell look back and down at his find。
〃It's all right； Mr Lake；〃 he said。 〃You just keep right on staying there。 I'm coming back to drain youif that hoodoo doesn't catch me。 I don't know how I got here； but I'll know by the way I go out。〃
III。
In a little valley； beside a frozen stream and under beneficent spruce trees； he built a fire four days later。 Somewhere in that white anarchy he left behind him； was Surprise Lakesomewhere； he knew not where； for a hundred hours of driftage and struggle through blinding driving snow； had concealed his course from him； and he knew not in what direction lay BEHIND。 It was as if he had just emerged from a nightmare。 He was not sure that four days or a week had passed。 He had slept with the dogs； fought across a forgotten number of shallow divides； followed the windings of weird canyons that ended in pockets； and twice had managed to make a fire and thaw out frozen moose…meat。 And here he was； well…fed and well…camped。 The storm had passed； and it had turned clear and cold。 The lay of the land had again become rational。 The creek he was on was natural in appearance； and trended as it should toward the southwest。 But Surprise Lake was as lost to him as it had been to all its seekers in the past。
Half a day's journey down the creek brought him to the valley of a larger stream which he decided was the McQuestion。 Here he shot a moose； and once again each wolf…dog carried a full fifty…pound pack of meat。 As he turned down the McQuestion； he came upon a sled… trail。 The late snows had drifted over； but underneath； it was well…packed by travel。 His conclusion was that two camps had been established on the McQuestion； and that this was the connecting trail。 Evidently； Two Cabins had been found and it was the lower camp； so he headed down the stream。
It was forty below zero when he camped that night； and he fell asleep wondering who were the men who had rediscovered the Two Cabins； and if he would fetch it next day。 At the first hint of dawn he was under way； easily following the half…obliterated trail and packing the recent snow with his webbed shoes so that the dogs should not wallow。
And then it came； the unexpected； leaping out upon him on a bend of the river。 It seemed to him that he heard and felt simultaneously。 The crack of the rifle came from the right； and the bullet； tearing through and across the shoulders of his drill parka and woollen coat； pivoted him half around with the shock of its impact。 He staggered on his twisted snow…shoes to recover balance； and heard a second crack of the rifle。 This time it was a clean miss。 He did not wait for more； but plunged across the snow for the sheltering trees of the bank a hundred feet away。 Again and again the rifle cracked； and he was unpleasantly aware of a trickle of warm moisture down his back。
He climbed the bank； the dogs floundering behind； and dodged in among the trees and brush。 Slipping out of his snow…shoes； he wallowed forward at full length and peered cautiously out。 Nothing was to be seen。 Whoever had shot at him was lying quiet among the trees of the opposite bank。
〃If something doesn't happen pretty soon；〃 he muttered at the end of half an hour； 〃I'll have to sneak away and build a fire or freeze my feet。 Yellow Face； what'd you do； lying in the frost with circulation getting slack and a man trying to plug you？〃
He crawled back a few yards； packed down the snow； danced a jig that sent the blood back into his feet； and managed to endure another half hour。 Then； from down the river； he heard the unmistakable jingle of dog…bells。 Peering out； he saw a sled round the bend。 Only one man was with it； straining at the gee…pole and urging the dogs along。 The effect on Smoke was one of shock； for it was the first human he had seen since he parted from Shorty three weeks before。 His next thought was of the potential murderer concealed on the opposite bank。
Without exposing himself； Smoke whistled warningly。 The man did not hear； and came on rapidly。 Again； and more sharply； Smoke whistled。 The man whoa'd his dogs； stopped； and had turned and faced Smoke when the rifle cracked。 The instant afterwards； Smoke fired into the wood in the direction of the sound。 The man on the river had been struck by the first shot。 The shock of the high velocity bullet staggered him。 He stumbled awkwardly to the sled； half… falling； and pulled a rifle out from under the lashings。 As he strove to raise it to his shoulder； he crumpled at the waist and sank down slowly to a sitting posture on the sled。 Then； abruptly； as the gun went off aimlessly； he pitched backward and across a corner of the sled…load； so that Smoke could see only his legs and stomach。
From below came more jingling bells。 The man did not move。 Around the bend swung three sleds； accompanied by half a dozen men。 Smoke cried warningly； but they had seen the condition of the first sled； and they dashed on to it。 No shots came from the other bank； and Smoke； calling his dogs to follow； emerged into the open。 There were exclamations from the men； and two of them； flinging off the mittens of their right hands； levelled their rifles at him。
〃Come on； you red…handed murderer； you；〃 one of them； a black… bearded man； commanded； 〃an' jest pitch that gun of yourn in the snow。〃
Smoke hesitated； then dropped his rifle and came up to them。
〃Go through him； Louis； an' take his weapons；〃 the black…bearded man ordered。
Louis； a French…Canadian voyageur； Smoke decided； as were four of the others； obeyed。 His search revealed only Smoke's hunting knife； which was appropriated。
〃Now； what have you got to say for yourself； Stranger； before I shoot you dead？〃 the black…bearded man demanded。
〃That you're making a mistake if you think I killed that man；〃 Smoke answered。
A cry came from one of the voyageurs。 He had quested along the trail and found Smoke's tracks where he had left it to take refuge on the bank。 The man explained the nature of his find。
〃What'd you kill Joe Kinade for？〃 he of the black beard asked。
〃I tell you I didn't〃 Smoke began。
〃Aw； what's the good of talkin'。 We got you red…handed。 Right up there's where you left the trail when you heard him comin'。 You laid among the trees an' bushwhacked him。 A short shot。 You couldn't a…missed。 Pierre； go an' get that gun he dropped。〃
〃You might let me tell what happened；〃 Smoke objected。
〃You shut up；〃 the man snarled at him。 〃I reckon your gun'll tell the story。〃
All the men examined Smoke's rifle； ejecting and counting the cartridges； and examining the barrel at muzzle and breech。
〃One shot；〃 Blackbeard concluded。
Pierre； with nostrils that quivered and distended like a deer's； sniffed at the breech。
〃Him one fresh shot；〃 he said。
〃The bullet entered his back；〃 Smoke said。 〃He was facing me when he was shot。 You see； it came from the other bank。〃
Blackbeard considered this proposition for a scant second； and shook his head。
〃Nope。 It won't do。 Turn him around to face the other bankthat's how you whopped him in the back。 Some of you boys run up an' down the trail and see if you can see any tracks making for the other bank。〃
Their report was； that on that side the snow was unbroken。 Not even a snow…shoe rabbit had crossed it。 Blackbeard； bending over the dead man； straightened up； with a woolly； furry wad in his hand。 Shredding this； he found imbedded in the centre the bullet which had perforated the body。 Its nose was spread to the size of a half… dollar； its butt…end； steel…jacketed； was undamaged。 He compared it with a cartridge from Smoke's belt。
〃That's plain enough evidence； Stranger； to satisfy a blind man。 It's soft…nosed an' steel…jacketed； yourn is soft…nosed and steel… jacketed。 It's thirty…thirty； yourn is thirty…thirty。 It's manufactured by the J。 and T。 Arms Company； yourn is manufactured by the J。 and T。 Arms Company。 Now you come along an' we'll go over to the bank an' see jest how you done it。〃
〃I was bushwhacked myself；〃 Smoke said。 〃Look at the hole in my parka。〃
While Blackbeard examined it； one of the voyageurs threw open the breech of the dead man's gun。 It was patent to all that it had been fired once。 The empty cartridge was still in the chamber。
〃A damn shame poor Joe didn't get you；〃 Blackbeard said bitterly。 〃But he did pretty well with a hole like that in him。 Come on； you。〃
〃Search the other bank first；〃 Smoke urged。
〃You shut up an' come on； an' let the facts do the talkin'。〃
They left the trail at the same spot he had； and followed it on up the bank and in among the trees。
〃Him dance that place keep him feet warm；〃 Louis pointed out。 〃That place him crawl on belly。 That place him put one elbow w'en him shoot〃
〃And by God there's the empty cartridge he had done it with！〃 was Blackbeard's discovery。 〃Boys； there's only one thing to do〃
〃You might ask me how I came to fire that shot；〃 Smoke interrupted。
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