<h4 id="id00336" style="margin-top: 2em">THE YELLOW BULLET</h4>
<p id="id00337">Before a rousing fire of logs Rod and Wabigoon began to see the
cheerful side of life again, and as soon as Mukoki had built them a
balsam shelter they stripped off their clothes and wrapped themselves
in blankets, while the old Indian dried their outfits. It was two
hours before they were dressed. No sooner were they out than Wabi
went into the bush and returned a few minutes later brandishing a
good-sized birch in his hand. There was no sign of humor in his face
as he eyed Rod.</p>
<p id="id00338">"Do you see that log?" he said, pointing to the big trunk of a fallen
tree near the fire "That will just fit your stomach, Rod. It will be
better than kicking. Double yourself over that, face down, pantaloons
up. I'm going to lick you first because I want you to know just how
much to give me. I want it twice as hard, for I was more to blame than
you."</p>
<p id="id00339">In some astonishment Rod doubled himself over the log.</p>
<p id="id00340">"Great Scott!" he ejaculated, peering up in dismay. "Not too hard,
Wabi!"</p>
<p id="id00341">Swish! fell the birch, and a yell of pain burst from the white youth's
lips.</p>
<p id="id00342">Swish!—Swish!—Swish!</p>
<p id="id00343">"Ouch! Great Caesar—Let up!"</p>
<p id="id00344">"Don't move!" shouted Wabi. "Take it like a man—you deserve it!"</p>
<p id="id00345">Again and again the birch fell. Rod groaned as he rose to his feet
after Wabi had stopped. "Oh, please—please give me that whip!"</p>
<p id="id00346">"Not too hard, you know," warned Wabi, as he fitted himself over the
log.</p>
<p id="id00347">"You chose your own poison," reminded Rod, rolling up his sleeve.
"Just twice as hard, no more!"</p>
<p id="id00348">And the birch began to fall.</p>
<p id="id00349">When it was over Rod's arm ached, and Wabi, despite his Indian
stoicism, let out a long howl at the last blow.</p>
<p id="id00350">During the entire scene of chastisement Mukoki stood like one struck
dumb.</p>
<p id="id00351">"We'll never be bad any more, Muky," promised Wabigoon, rubbing
himself gently. "That is, if we are, we'll whip ourselves again, eh,
Rod?"</p>
<p id="id00352">"Not so long as I can run!" assured Rod with emphasis. "I'm willing
to lend a helping hand at any time you think you deserve another, but
beyond that please count me out!"</p>
<p id="id00353">For an hour after the self-punishment of the young gold hunters the
three gathered fuel for the night and balsam boughs for their beds. It
was dark by the time they sat down to their supper, which they ate in
the light of a huge fire of dry poplar.</p>
<p id="id00354">"This is better than paddling all night, even if we did have a close
shave," said Rod, after they had finished and settled themselves
comfortably.</p>
<p id="id00355">Wabi gave a grimace and shrugged his shoulders.</p>
<p id="id00356">"Do you know how close your call was?" he asked. "It was so close that
just by one chance in ten thousand you were saved. I had pulled myself
upon the ice by catching hold of the bow of the canoe and when Muky
saw that I was safe he watched for you. But you didn't show up. We
had given you up for dead when a few bubbles came to the surface, and
quicker than a wink Mukoki thrust down his arm. He got you by the hair
as you were sinking for the last time. Think of that, Rod, and dream
of it to-night. It'll do you good."</p>
<p id="id00357">"Ugh!" shuddered the white youth. "Let's talk of something more
cheerful. What a glorious fire that poplar makes!"</p>
<p id="id00358">"Mak' light more as twent' t'ous'nd candles!" agreed Mukoki. "Heem
bright!"</p>
<p id="id00359">"Once upon a time, many ages ago, there was a great chief in this
country," began Wabigoon, "and he had seven beautiful daughters. So
beautiful were they that the Great Spirit himself fell in love with
them, and for the first time in countless moons he appeared upon
earth, and told the chief that if he would give him his seven
daughters he, in turn, would grant the father seven great desires. And
the chief, surrendering his daughters, asked that he might be given a
day without night, and a night without day, and his wish was granted;
and his third and fourth and fifth desires were that the land might
always be filled with fish and game, the forests remain for ever
green, and fire be given to his people. His sixth desire was that a
fuel be given to him which would burn even in water, and the Great
Spirit gave him birch; and his seventh desire was that he might
possess another fuel, which would throw off no smoke, and might bring
comfort and joy to his wigwams—and the poplar sprang up in the
forests. And because of that chief, and his seven beautiful daughters,
all of these things are true even to this day. Isn't it so, Mukoki?"</p>
<p id="id00360">The old warrior nodded.</p>
<p id="id00361">"And what became of the Great Spirit and the seven beautiful
daughters?" questioned Rod.</p>
<p id="id00362">Mukoki rose and left the fire.</p>
<p id="id00363">"He believes in that as he believes in the sun and the moon," spoke
Wabi softly. "But he knows that you do not, and that all white people
laugh at it. He could tell you many wonderful stories of the creation
of these forests and mountains and the things in them if he would.
But he knows that you would not believe, and would laugh at him
afterward."</p>
<p id="id00364">In an instant Rod was upon his feet.</p>
<p id="id00365">"Mukoki!" he called. "Mukoki!"</p>
<p id="id00366">The old Indian turned and came back slowly. The white youth met him
half-way, his face flushed, his eyes shining.</p>
<p id="id00367">"Mukoki," he said gently, gripping the warrior's hand, "Mukoki—I love
your Great Spirit! I love the one who made these glorious forests, and
that glorious moon up there, and the mountains and lakes and rivers!
I want to know more about him. You must tell me, so that I will know
when he talks about me, in the winds, in the stars, in the forests!
Will you?"</p>
<p id="id00368">Mukoki was looking at him, his thin lips parted, his grim visage
relaxed, as if he were weighing the truthfulness of the white youth's
words.</p>
<p id="id00369">"And I will tell you about our Great Spirit, the white man's Great
Spirit," urged Rod. "For we have a Great Spirit, too, Mukoki, and He
did for the white man's world what yours did for you. He created the
earth, the sky and the sea and all the things in them in six days, and
on the seventh He rested. And that seventh day we call Sunday, Mukoki.
And He made our forests for us, as your Great Spirit made them for
you, only instead of giving them for the love of seven beautiful women
He gave them for the love of man. I'll tell you wonderful things about
Him, Mukoki, if you will tell me about yours. Is it a bargain?"</p>
<p id="id00370">"Mebby—yes," replied the old pathfinder slowly. His face had
softened, and for the second time Rod knew that he had touched the
heartstrings of his red comrade. They returned to the fire, and Wabi
made room for them upon the log beside him. In his hand he held a copy
of the old birch-bark map.</p>
<p id="id00371">"I've been thinking about this all day," he said, spreading it out so
that the others could see. "Somehow I haven't been able to get the
idea out of my head that—"</p>
<p id="id00372">"What?" asked Rod.</p>
<p id="id00373">"Oh, nothing," hastily added Wabi, as if he regretted what he had
said. "It's a mighty curious map, isn't it? I wonder if we'll ever
know its whole story."</p>
<p id="id00374">"I believe we know it now," declared Rod. "In the first place, we
found it clutched by one of the skeletons, and we know from the knife
wounds in those skeletons, and the weapons near them, that the two
men fought and killed themselves. They fought for this map, for the
precious secret which each wished to possess alone. Now—"</p>
<p id="id00375">He took the map from Wabi's fingers and held it up between them and
the fire.</p>
<p id="id00376">"Isn't the rest of it clear?"</p>
<p id="id00377">For a few moments the three looked at it in silence.</p>
<p id="id00378">From the faded outlines of the original it had been drawn with
painstaking accuracy.</p>
<p id="id00379">With a splinter Rod pointed to the top of the map, where were written
the words, "Cabin and head of chasm."</p>
<p id="id00380">"Could anything be clearer?" he repeated. "Here is the cabin in which
the men killed themselves, and where we found their skeletons, and
here they have marked the chasm in which I shot the silver fox, and
down which we must go to find the gold. According to this we must go
until we come to the third waterfall, and there we will find another
cabin—and the gold."</p>
<p id="id00381">"It all seems very simple—by the map," agreed Wabi.</p>
<p id="id00382">Under the crude diagram were a number of lines in writing. They were:</p>
<p id="id00383">"We, John Ball, Henri Langlois, and Peter Plante, having discovered
gold at this fall, do hereby agree to joint partnership in the same,
and do pledge ourselves to forget our past differences and work in
mutual good will and honesty, so help us God. Signed,</p>
<h5 id="id00384">"JOHN BALL, HENRI LANGLOIS, PETER PLANTE."</h5>
<p id="id00385">Through the name of John Ball had been drawn a broad black line which
had almost destroyed the letters, and at the end of this line, in
brackets, was printed a word in French, which for the hundredth time
Wabi translated aloud:</p>
<p id="id00386">"Dead!"</p>
<p id="id00387">"From the handwriting of the original we know that Ball was a man of
some education," continued Rod. "And there is no doubt but that the
birch-bark sketch was made by him. All of the writing was in one hand,
with the exception of the signatures of Langlois and Plante, and you
could hardly decipher the letters in those signatures if you did not
already know their names. From these lines it is quite certain that
we were right at the cabin when we concluded that the two Frenchmen
killed the Englishman to get him out of the partnership. Isn't that
story clear enough?"</p>
<p id="id00388">"Yes, as far as you have gone," replied Wabi. "These three men
discovered gold, quarreled, signed this agreement, and then Ball was
murdered. The two Frenchmen, as Mukoki suggested at the cabin, came
out a little later for supplies, and brought the buckskin bag full of
gold with them. They had come as far as the cabin at the head of the
chasm when they quarreled over possession of the map and agreement,
fought, and died. From the old guns and other evidences we found near
them we know that all this happened at least fifty years ago, and
perhaps more. But—"</p>
<p id="id00389">He paused, whistling softly.</p>
<p id="id00390">"Where is the third waterfall?"</p>
<p id="id00391">"I thought we settled that last winter," replied Rod, a little
irritated by his companion's doubt. "If writing goes for anything,
Ball was a man of education, and he drew the map according to some
sort of scale. The second fall is only half as far from the first fall
as the third fall is from the second, which is conclusive evidence of
this. Now Mukoki discovered the first waterfall fifty miles down the
chasm!"</p>
<p id="id00392">"And we figured from the distances between John Ball's marks on the
birch, that the third fall was about two hundred and fifty miles from
our old camp at the head of the chasm," rejoined Wabigoon. "It looks
reasonable."</p>
<p id="id00393">"It is reasonable," declared Rod, his face flushed with excitement.
"From the head of the chasm our trail is as plain as day. We can't
miss it!"</p>
<p id="id00394">Mukoki had been listening in silence, and now joined in the
conversation for the first time.</p>
<p id="id00395">"Must get to chasm first," he grunted, giving his shoulders a hunch
that suggested a great deal.</p>
<p id="id00396">Wabi returned the map to his pocket.</p>
<p id="id00397">"You're right, Muky," he laughed. "We're climbing mountains before we
come to them. It will be tough work getting to the chasm."</p>
<p id="id00398">"Much water—ver' swift. River run lak twent' t'ous'nd cari-boo!"</p>
<p id="id00399">"I'll bet the Ombabika is a raging torrent," said Rod.</p>
<p id="id00400">"And we've got forty miles of it, all upstream," replied Wabi. "Then
we come to the Height of Land. After that the streams run northward,
to Hudson Bay, and when we reach them we'll hold our breath and pray
instead of paddling. Oh, it will be exciting fun rushing down-stream
on the floods!"</p>
<p id="id00401">"But there is work before us to-morrow—hard work," said Rod. "And I'm
going to bed. Good night!"</p>
<p id="id00402">Mukoki and Wabigoon soon followed their companion's example, and half
an hour later nothing but the crackling of the fire disturbed the
stillness of the camp. Mukoki was as regular as clockwork in his
rising, and an hour before dawn he was up and preparing breakfast.
When his young comrades aroused themselves they found the ducks they
had shot the preceding day roasting on spits over the fire, and coffee
nearly ready. Rod also noticed that a part of the contents of the
canoe were missing.</p>
<p id="id00403">"Took load up to river," explained Mukoki in response to the youth's
questioning.</p>
<p id="id00404">"Working while we sleep, as usual," exclaimed the disgusted Wabigoon.
"If it keeps on we'll deserve another whipping, Rod!"</p>
<p id="id00405">Mukoki examined a fat bluebill, roasted to a rich brown, and gave it
to Rod. Another he handed to Wabigoon, and with a third in his own
hands he found a seat for himself upon the ground close to the coffee
and bread.</p>
<p id="id00406">"Ah, if this isn't fit for a king!" cried Rod, poising his savory
bluebill on the end of a fork.</p>
<p id="id00407">Half an hour later the three went to their canoe. Mukoki had already
packed a half of its contents to the river, a quarter of a mile away,
and he now loaded himself with the remainder while the two boys
hoisted the light birch upon their shoulders. As Roderick caught his
first glimpse of the Ombabika in the growing light of day he gave a
cry of astonishment. When he had gone up the stream the preceding
winter it was scarce more than a dozen gun lengths in width. Now it
was a veritable Amazon, its black, ugly waters rolling and twisting
like the slow boiling of a thick liquid over a fire. There was little
rush about it, no frenzied haste, no mountain-like madness in the
advance of the torrent. Rod had expected to see this, and he would not
have been startled by it.</p>
<p id="id00408">But there was something vastly more appalling in the flood that rolled
slowly before his eyes, with its lazily twisting whirlpools, its
thousand unseen currents, rolling the water here and there—always in
different places—like the gurgling eruptions he had often observed
in a pot of simmering oatmeal. There was something uncanny about
it, something terribly suggestive of giant hands under the surface,
waiting to pull them down. He knew, without questioning, that
there was more deadly power in that creeping flood than in a dozen
boisterous torrents thundering down from the mountains. In it were the
cumulative waters of a score of those torrents, and in its broad, deep
sweep into the big lake the currents and perils of each were combined
into one great threatening force.</p>
<p id="id00409">The thoughts that were in Rod's mind betrayed themselves as he looked
at his companions. Mukoki was reloading the canoe. Wabi watched the
flood.</p>
<p id="id00410">"She's running pretty strong," said the Indian youth dubiously. "What
do you think of it, Muky?"</p>
<p id="id00411">"Keep close to shore," replied the old warrior, without stopping his
work. "We mak' heem—safe!"</p>
<p id="id00412">There was a good deal of consolation in Mukoki's words, for both
youths still bore smarting reminders of his caution and good judgment.
In a short time the canoe was safely launched where a small eddy had
worked into the shore, and the three adventurers dug in their paddles.
Mukoki, who held the important position in the stern, kept the bow of
the birch within half a dozen yards of the bank, and to Rod's mind
they slipped up-stream with amazing speed and ease. Now and then one
of the upheavings of the currents would catch the canoe, and from the
way in which it was pitched either to one side or the other Rod easily
imagined what perils the middle of the stream would have held for
them. Quick action on the part of Mukoki and Wabigoon was always
necessary to counteract the effect of these upheavals, and in the bow
Wabi was constantly on the alert. At no time could they tell when to
expect the attacks of the unseen forces below. Ten feet ahead the
water might be running as smooth as oil, then—a single huge bubble,
as if a great fish had sent up a gasp of air—and in an instant it
would be boiling like a small maelstrom.</p>
<p id="id00413">Rod noticed that each time they were caught near one of these some
unseen power seemed sucking them down, and that at those times the
canoe would settle several inches deeper than when they were in calm
water. The discovery thrilled him, and he wondered what one of the big
eruptions out in mid-stream would do to them if they were caught in
it. Other perils were constantly near them. Floating logs and masses
of brush and other debris swept down with the flood, and Wabi's
warning cries of "right," "left," and "back" came with such frequency
that Rod's arms ached with the mighty efforts which he made with his
paddle in response to them. Again the stream would boil with such fury
ahead of them that Mukoki would put in to shore, and a portage would
be made beyond the danger point. Five times during the day were the
canoe and its contents carried in this manner, so that including all
time lost an average of not more than two miles an hour was made. When
camp was struck late that afternoon, however, Mukoki figured that they
had covered half the distance up the Ombabika.</p>
<p id="id00414">The following day's progress was even slower. With every mile the
stream became narrower and swifter. The treacherous upheavals caused
by undercurrents no longer harassed the gold seekers, but logs and
debris swept down with greater velocity. Several times the frail canoe
was saved from destruction only by the quick and united action of the
three. They worked now like a well-regulated machine, engineered by
Wabigoon, whose sharp eyes were always on the alert for danger ahead.
This second day was one of thrills and tense anxiety for Rod, and he
was glad when it came to an end. It was early, and the sun was still
two hours high, when they stopped to camp.</p>
<p id="id00415">Mukoki had chosen an open space, backed by a poplar-covered rocky
ridge, and scarce had the bow of the canoe touched shore when Wabi
gave an excited exclamation, caught up his rifle, and fired three
rapid shots in the direction of a small clump of spruce near the foot
of the mountain.</p>
<p id="id00416">"Missed, by all that's good and great!" he yelled. "Quick, Mukoki,
shove her in! There's the biggest bear I've seen in all my life!"</p>
<p id="id00417">"Where?" demanded Rod. "Where is he?"</p>
<p id="id00418">He dropped his paddle and snatched his own rifle, while Mukoki,
keeping his self-possession, brought the canoe so that Wabi could leap
ashore. Rod followed like a flash, and the two excited youths sped in
the direction of the bear, leaving their companion to care for himself
and the heavily-laden birch. A short, swift run brought them to the
edge of the spruce, and with hearts beating wildly the two scanned the
barren side of the mountain ahead of them. There was no sign of the
bear.</p>
<p id="id00419">"He turned down-stream!" cried Wabi, "We must cut—"</p>
<p id="id00420">"There he is," whispered Rod sharply.</p>
<p id="id00421">Just beginning the ascent of the mountain, four or five hundred yards
below them, was the bear. Even at that distance Rod was amazed at the
size of the beast.</p>
<p id="id00422">"What a monster!" he gasped.</p>
<p id="id00423">"Blaze away!" urged Wabi. "It's four hundred yards if it's a foot! Aim
for the top of his back and you'll bring him!"</p>
<p id="id00424">Suiting action to his words he fired the two remaining shots in
his rifle, and as he slipped in fresh cartridges Rod continued the
long-range fusillade. His first and second shots produced no effect.
At his third the running animal paused for a moment and looked down at
them, and the young hunter seized his opportunity to take a careful
aim. At the report of his gun the bear gave a quick lunge forward,
half-fell among the rocks, and then was off again.</p>
<p id="id00425">"You hit him!" shouted Wabi, setting off on a dead run between the
spruce and the mountain.</p>
<p id="id00426">For a few brief moments Rod studied the situation as he reloaded. The
bear was rapidly nearing the summit of the ridge. By swift running
Wabigoon would have another fair shot before the animal got out of
range. If that shot were a miss they would lose their game. In a flash
he discerned a break in the mountain. If he could make that, and the
bear turned in his direction—</p>
<p id="id00427">Without further thought he ran toward the break. He heard the sharp
reports of Wabi's rifle behind him, but didn't stop to see the effect
of the fire. If it was another miss—every second counted. The cut in
the mountain was clear. Breathlessly he dashed through it and stopped
on the opposite side, his eyes eagerly scanning the rock-strewn ridge.
He made no attempt to suppress the exclamation of joy that came to
his lips when, fully eight hundred yards away, he discerned the bear
coming down the side of the mountain, and in his direction. Crouching
behind a huge boulder Rod waited. Seven hundred yards, six hundred,
five hundred, and the bear turned, this time striking into the edge
of the plain. The animal was traveling slowly, partly stopping in his
flight now and then, and Rod knew that he was badly wounded. It was
soon evident that the course being taken by the game would bring it no
nearer, and the young hunter leveled his rifle.</p>
<p id="id00428">Five hundred yards, more than a quarter of a mile!</p>
<p id="id00429">This was desperate shooting, shooting that sent a strange thrill
through Roderick Drew. The magnificent weapon in his hands was equal
to the task. It would kill easily at that distance. But would he fail?
He was confident that his first shot went high. His second had no
effect. To his third there came the sharp response of a fourth from
the top of the mountain. Wabigoon had reached the summit, and was
firing at six hundred yards!</p>
<p id="id00430">The bear stopped. With deadly precision Rod now took aim at the
motionless animal. An instant after he had fired a wild shout burst
from his throat, and was answered by Wabigoon's joyful yell from the
mountain. It was a wonderful shot, and the bear was down!</p>
<p id="id00431">The animal was dead when the triumphant young hunters reached its
side. It was some time before either of them spoke. Panting from their
exertions, both looked down in silence upon the huge beast at their
feet. That he had made a remarkable kill Rod could see by the look of
wonder in his companion's face. They were still mutely regarding
the dead animal when Mukoki came through the break in the ridge and
hurried toward them. His face, too, became filled with amazement when
he saw the bear.</p>
<p id="id00432">"Big bear!" he exclaimed.</p>
<p id="id00433">There was a world of meaning in his words, and Rod flushed with
pleasure.</p>
<p id="id00434">"He weighs five hundred," said Wabi, "and he stands four feet at the
shoulders if an inch."</p>
<p id="id00435">"Fine rug!" grinned Mukoki.</p>
<p id="id00436">"Let's see, Rod; he'll make a rug—" Wabi walked critically around
the bear. "He'll make you a rug over eight feet long by about six in
width. I wonder where he is hit?"</p>
<p id="id00437">A brief examination showed that while the honors of the actual kill
were with Rod, at least one, and perhaps two, of Wabi's shots had
taken effect. The last shot from the white youth's rifle had struck
the bear just below the right ear, causing almost instantaneous death.
On this same side, which had been exposed to Rod's fire, was a body
wound, undoubtedly made by the shot on the mountain side. When the
animal was rolled over by the combined efforts of the three two more
wounds were discovered on the left side, which had mostly been exposed
to Wabigoon's fire. It was while examining these that the sharp-eyed
Mukoki gave a sudden grunt of surprise.</p>
<p id="id00438">"Heem shot before—long time ago! Old wound—feel bullet!"</p>
<p id="id00439">Between his fingers he was working the loose hide back of the foreleg.
The scar of an old wound was plainly visible, and both Rod and Wabi
could feel the ball under the skin. There is something that fascinates
the big game hunter in this discovery of an old wound in his quarry,
and especially in the vast solitudes of the North, where hunters are
few and widely scattered. It brings with it a vivid picture of
what happened long ago, the excitement of some other chase, the
well-directed shot, and at last the escape of the game. And so it was
now. The heads of Rod and Wabigoon hung close over Mukoki's shoulders
while the old Indian dug out the bullet with his knife. Another grunt
of surprise fell from the pathfinder's lips as he dropped the pellet
in the palm of his hand.</p>
<p id="id00440">It was a strange-looking object, smooth, and curiously flattened.</p>
<p id="id00441">"Ver' soft bullet," said Mukoki. "Never know lead thin, thin out lak
that!"</p>
<p id="id00442">With his knife he peeled off a thin slice of the ball.</p>
<p id="id00443">"Heem—"</p>
<p id="id00444">He held up the two pieces. In the sun they gleamed a dull, rich
yellow.</p>
<p id="id00445">"That bullet made of gold!" he breathed, scarcely above a whisper. "No
yellow lead. That gold, pure gold!"</p>
<h2 id="id00446" style="margin-top: 4em">CHAPTER IX</h2>
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