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"Isn't it just beautiful!" sighed Anne.
"As wonderful and beautiful as his Satanic Majesty!" declared Eleanor,
but she anxiously watched Polly ride along the brink of the fissure.
"Oh, girls! Won't you please come home! I won't be easy till my horse
is traveling that corduroy road again!" wailed Barbara.
The others laughed. "You complained about _that_ when we crossed it.
The time may come when you'd be glad to be standing on Grizzly Slide--
after it has slid!" teased Eleanor.
"Now I'm going back! So there!" threatened Barbara, but she remained
exactly where she was, for she feared to go back alone.
"Well, it looks as if we would have to return unrewarded. I can't find
a place safe enough to cross to the peak, and the crevice seems to run
all the way across and deep down, too," said Polly, coming back to join
Anne and Eleanor.
"Now will you come back?" nagged Barbara, desperately.
"In a minute! We want to watch those rainbow-tinted clouds--they are so
beautiful!" sighed Anne.
But even as she spoke, the fleecy clouds of snowy white changed quickly
to gray. From gray they turned to dark ominous-looking colors, and
Polly hastily glanced at the sun.
"Let's ride back at once!" said she shortly.
[Illustration: NODDY LED THE WAY TO TIMBER AS THE BLIZZARD BEGAN ANEW.]
Noddy was turned and urged to lead off as fast as possible, but Polly
turned every few moments to watch the clouds now gathering in somber
banks and falling down over the Slide.
"Girls, make more haste!" ordered she.
"What's the matter, Poll?" called Anne, who was in the rear.
"I want to get you-all to the timber line just as fast as we can
travel. Don't waste breath talking--just _ride!"_ cried Polly,
fearfully.
"I told you to come home. I knew something terrible would happen up
here!" wailed Barbara, trying to push her horse, by leaning far over
his neck.
"Yes, you always were a Calamity Jane. If we'd left you down with the
rattle-snake we wouldn't have been so hoo-dooed!" cried Eleanor, in her
nervousness.
"Noddy, dear, won't you go faster? We must set a better pace for the
others, you see, pet!" said Polly to her little burro.
Apparently Noddy understood the need of a brisker step, for she started
so that she soon out-distanced the others and Polly had to wait for
them. As she waited impatiently, she watched the clouds sweeping down
and along over the ice-fields. Then she remembered the rope hung on
Choko's collar. She jumped off, grabbed it, and soon had Choko securely
fastened to the end of the rope. Another loop was fastened to Noddy's
collar. As the others rode up she tied a loop to each mount so that a
chain was made of the five animals.
"Is it a blizzard or a tornado, Poll?" gasped Anne.
"Don't know! Just race on as fast as you can!"
Then as they hurried across the icy slope, the sun seemed suddenly
quenched and the daylight turned to sodden drab. Heavy drifts of snow
could be seen falling headlong from the clouds hanging about the peak,
making a wonderful if awesome sight.
"Girls, our lives are in jeopardy unless we reach the timber belt!"
shouted Polly, trying to outcry the wind that shrieked down the Slide.
Noddy, brave little burro, quivered in dread of the elements sweeping
about them, but she responded to Polly's call and fairly dragged the
trembling Choko after her.
The hurricane was now screaming about the peak and howling horribly
through the fissures in the ice. As the blizzard gathered fury and
strength, the clouds, like rags torn from the sky, raged past the
riders, every now and then sweeping the snow completely over them.
Still the full fury of the gale had not yet appeared.
Polly stopped momentarily and yelled back her orders: "Every one grab
hold on the tail of the horse in front of you!"
They comprehended the sense of this advice, but could not manage to act
upon it, as the drifts of snow and ice made it impossible to jump from
the saddle, or lean over to hold to anything.
By this time, everything was hidden from sight and even the foremost
rider looked ghostlike in the gray light and snow. The trail was
obliterated by the drifts and the going was slippery and slow.
"We've simply _got_ to make that timber, girls!" shouted Polly, more to
encourage than to urge, as she knew the beasts were doing their utmost.
The three other girls, too cold and frightened to speak, clung to their
animals hopelessly. Noddy seemed imbued with supernatural powers, for
she never made a miss-step or swerved from the trail, although it was
invisible. This instinct of scent, so marvelous in these little burros,
proved the salvation of the adventurers.
Then darkness fell completely and the storm broke loose in its fierce
madness, so confusing the chain of horses that they stamped and turned
until the rope was so tangled that the riders were threatened with
being thrown. Even in that awful moment, Polly was glad she tied the
beasts to-gether, for surely one or another of them would have bolted
or strayed to doom with its rider.
Noddy seemed the only animal to keep her sense. As the other horses
snorted and wheeled, Polly cried desperately:
"Noddy, Noddy! Can't you help us out?"
With a tremendous spurt of strength the little burro pulled herself
free from the tangle, dragging Choko along, too. The other horses soon
calmed down again and followed in the wake.
A glassy surface had formed over everything, so that a slip would prove
extremely dangerous on that steep slide, but Noddy plodded along as if
she knew that the responsibility of all depended upon her accuracy in
trailing. The girls had to trust blindly to the burro's sixth sense, as
no one could see whether a yawning chasm or a rocky projection was
directly before them.
"Polly, I'm falling! I can't stick on another moment!" cried Anne, her
voice reaching Polly, as the wind blew in that direction.
"Anne Stewart--you _must!_ We're right at the timber-line now, and
I'd be ashamed to say you gave in before Barbara!" shrilled Polly, to
give her friend new endurance.
"I'm all in, too!" wailed the plaintive voice of Eleanor.
"Oh, dear God, tell me what to do?" screamed Polly, as if she must
_make_ the Almighty hear and help.
Just as all seemed at its worst, the wind suddenly died down, and the
gloomy mantle of darkness lifted perceptibly. Polly felt sure the
cessation of wind and sleet was but a lull before a second and worse
cloud-sweep, but she made the most of the interval.
"One more step, girls, and we are safe! Keep up courage!"
To Noddy she crooned anxiously: "Now or never again, little one!"
Noddy turned momentarily to look into her beloved mistress's eyes as if
to plead for breath and a moment's rest, and then she responded to the
call of necessity and led the staggering line to the timber just as the
gale began anew.
It was darker in the forest of lodge-pole pine than out on the ice-
field, but the timber offered comparative refuge from the driving sleet
and wind. Another difficulty presented itself, however, in the close
growth of trees. To avoid collision with the crowded trunks, it became
necessary to undo the rope that held the five beasts together. Each was
thus allowed to roam his own way, and this was the more hazardous, as
the hurricane ofttimes tore up a smaller pine and, twisting it about
like a cork-screw, flung it down like a straw.
Noddy seemed possessed to travel in a certain direction, so Polly, sure
of a burro's instinct for shelter and refuge, gave her her head.
Eleanor's burro also seemed anxious to go in the same direction Noddy
took, and followed in her footsteps. But Choko, freed from the
detaining rope and not so worn by battling the gale with a rider to
carry, made for a spot to the right of Noddy.
Suddenly Eleanor screamed and pointed at Choko. "Oh, look quick! Choko!
Choko!"
Even as she cried, Choko was seen frantically scrambling on the verge
of a cliff, and suddenly vanished over its side.
CHAPTER XIII
A NIGHT IN THE CAVE
"Oh, my little Choko!" sobbed Polly, quickly turning Noddy to go down
to the edge of the precipice where the burro had slipped over and down.
"Now we haven't a thing to eat, and no blankets for the night! I knew
this was a foolish outing," complained Barbara.
Eleanor failed to hear her sister's selfish remark, for she was driving
her burro closely upon Noddy's heels. Anne was so impatient at Barbara
that she urged her horse after Eleanor to keep herself busy.
"Good gracious! Am I to sit here alone and freeze! I'm sure I'm not
such a fool as to have the same thing happen to me as it did to Choko,"
cried Barbara, but the wind carried her words back to Grizzly Slide.
Polly slid from her saddle and stretched out flat upon the brink to
peer over the edge for a possible sight of the burro. As she did so,
she saw a mass of baggage and burro scramble upright and shake itself
violently. Then a plaintive whinny rose up to welcome the fearful
girls.
"Whoa! Whoa, Choko!" shouted Polly, instantly.
Jumping up, she called to Eleanor: "Choko fell upon a ledge, but
there's a great hole behind him and should he back he will surely fall
in and be lost. I'm going down to lead him out!"
"Oh, Polly, don't risk your precious life for a burro!" screamed
Barbara, hysterically.
"If Noddy can creep down, I'll save Choko without risk to myself,"
declared Polly, climbing in the saddle.
"If Polly goes, I go too!" exclaimed Eleanor, turning her burro to
follow Noddy.
"Don't you dare! Nolla--think of mother grieving for you, and me left
alone in Colorado, helpless!" cried Barbara.
"Now I'm going, anyway! I'd like mother to appreciate me," was
Eleanor's unexpected reply, but Anne caught an undaunted look in the
girl's eyes.
The combined persuasions of Barbara and Anne had no effect on Eleanor,
who, truth to tell, exulted in this daring feat and would not have
missed the thrill for anything. But her burro balked at the point where
Noddy began the descent.
Noddy was making for a place where the ledge met the downward slope of
the mountain-side. The burro felt about for sure footing and then took
a step forward. Prodding carefully again, she took the next step, and
so on. Sometimes, feeling suspiciously, she would essay a step and as
suddenly bring back her hoof before breaking into the pit. Thus taking
one assured step after another, she finally reached the beginning of
the ledge where Choko had landed.
Upon the mountain-side where the frozen girls and beasts trembled, the
wind howled and the blizzard swept along between the trunk of trees,
but on the ledge Polly found comparative shelter and only now and then
a blast of the gale.
She stopped to beckon to Eleanor and then urged Noddy along the
foothold cleft from the cliff. Above, the rock-wall rose to the
mountain-top; beneath, Polly could not gauge the depth--it was too
dreadful and was now blurred by fine drifts from the blizzard.
After what seemed an age, Polly reached Choko, who still stood obedient
to his mistress's command of "Whoa." But he shook and seemed completely
broken up with fear and the shock of the fall.
"Dear little Choko!" purred Polly, jumping from Noddy's back and softly
patting the burro's woolly face.
The burro affectionately nosed Polly, who gazed quickly at what she
thought to be a pit back of the little beast. She gasped in wonderment
and went to the dark hole. Then she quickly ran back and took hold of
Noddy's and Choko's bridles. Standing thus, she shouted to the anxious
girls above:
"Come down as carefully as I did and here you will find a cave." With
that she disappeared into the yawning black hole, leading both burros.
Barbara and Anne stared at each other in amazement, and the latter
said: "Come carefully! Anything is better than freezing here."
Eleanor had already reached the ledge, when Polly came forth from the
cavern to shout out advices. The two older girls made the perilous
descent safely, and then guided their horses along the ledge until all
stood before the cave where the burros were waiting.
"Isn't this a miracle?" cried Polly, the moment all were safe and the
poor beasts were being led inside the refuge.
The girls laughed and cried hysterically when they saw the haven, but
the animals seemed uneasy, and Noddy came up to Polly with fear
apparent in her expressive eyes.
"Noddy, are you frightened? Surely no wild beast can be in here, at
present?" queried Polly, looking around in the semi-gloom.
"Polly! What can it be?" shrieked Barbara, clinging to Anne in fear.
"Better get out again, Polly," suggested Eleanor, seeing the horses paw
the floor, and strain their eyes to see.
"Are we safe here, Polly dear?" asked Anne.
"Safer here than up there," returned Polly, and as she spoke a great
tree was flung down over the edge of the gorge just where ledge and
slope met.
"Now we can't crawl out if we wanted to--the tree obstructs the way,"
declared Polly, decidedly.
"But we must see what it is that disturbs the animals," advised Anne.
"I'd rather throw myself over the cliff than be clawed to bits by a
panther!" wailed Barbara.
"The horses are quieting down now, and Noddy seems as much at home as
anywhere, so I reckon it was only strangeness that made them act
queer," said Eleanor.
"But something may pounce out upon us, and take us unawares!" wailed
Barbara.
"I propose to smoke them out as soon as I make a fire!" said Polly,
looking about in the darkness of the cave for a possible stick of wood,
but not finding any.
"I'll have to chop some of that pine! Noddy can carry me safer than I
can walk on this ledge, so I want you girls to promise to keep the
horses close about you and wait right here until I get back!" said
Polly, taking the ax from the pack.
"Polly, I'm coming too! Two axes are better than one, and I can ride my
burro, too!" declared Eleanor.
Anne and Polly sent the girl a look of gratitude, while Barbara was
speechless until after Eleanor started to go, then she remonstrated
volubly.
The two girls crept toward the down-thrown pine, and Eleanor said,
"We'll need wood for a fire, won't we?"
"Yes, we will have to remain in the cave all night, and it gets so
terribly cold upon these mountain peaks that we will be frozen unless
we warm up the interior of the cavern. Then, too, we may need to keep
fires going at the back end of the cave as well as in front, to ward
off wild beasts!"
They were slowly advancing when another awful crash came from the slope
above. Both girls ducked instinctively, but the decayed pine that was
broken off above ground fell over the edge of the cliff just in front
of them and obstructed the way so that progress was impossible.
Eleanor quaked and cried, "Oh, let's go back, Polly!"
But Polly laughed. "Glory be, our fire-wood came to us halfway."
At her cheerful words, Eleanor braced up again.
Polly jumped from Noddy's back and started to hew at the soft decayed
wood. It was easy to chop and would furnish a flaring fire, even though
it would burn rapidly and need constant replenishing.
"Nolla, this is the second miracle to-day! Had we hunted the mountain
over, no better wood could have been found for just our need. Yonder on
that other pine, when this is out of our way, awaits our bedding."
"What funny bedding!"
"Just you wait and see."
When enough wood was chopped to clear a way on the ledge, Polly showed
Eleanor how to make bundles of it. These were tied by means of the rope
to Noddy's harness and carefully dragged back to the cave. Several
trips had to be made before both burros had brought the firewood to the
growing pile in the cave.
When Polly spoke of cutting balsam for beds, Anne offered to help, as
she was so cold.
"And leave me here alone?" cried Barbara.
"Why don't you come with us?" asked Eleanor.
"I'm dead! I can't do another thing!"
"Then stay here and cheer the burros," said Eleanor.
"I won't let every one of you go and leave me to be killed by a wild
animal," shuddered Barbara, looking over her shoulder.
"Nothing wild here, but you, Bob. However, you may light a fire for us,
while we are gone," retorted Eleanor, unsympathetically.
Without further comment, Barbara was left, and soon the girls were
stripping the spruce which had blown over the ledge. Its green branches
would make the softest of wild-wood beds.
"It really was fortunate that both these trees came down when they did!
We would have to remove them as obstacles to our going out in the
morning, and I would have had to hunt well before I could have found
such fine tinder! So I've really saved myself a double chopping!" said
Polly, as they tied up the last bundle of evergreen branches and
started the burros for the cave.
"I'm just frozen, and I wish you would hurry and build a fire!" cried
Barbara, petulantly, when the girls came within hearing.
No one replied, but Eleanor was furious, while the others were
impatient with the girl.
"I was so hungry that I tried to get a sandwich out of the pannier, but
something made a noise back in the cave, and I'm sure it was a rattle-
snake buzzing!" added Barbara, trying to win sympathy from the stony-
faced companions.
"Pooh! You've got rattle-snake on the brain! It would have done you
good to get out there with us and do some rattling of the ax on the
wood!"
"Why, Nolla! How unkind you are since we came to this awful country!"
cried Barbara, not able to find a handkerchief, and sniffing audibly.
"Here! Use this to amuse yourself with while _we work!"_ said
Eleanor, taking a neatly folded handkerchief from her coat pocket.
When Eleanor turned again to the others, she found Anne had unharnessed
the burros and piled the saddles upon a stone projection near the
opening of the cave.
There were numerous little finger-like caves that branched out from the
main cave, but they led nowhere and seemed empty. Polly noticed that
the dry leaves and loose shale scattered about appeared to have been
undisturbed for months. Some of the leaves were from the harvest of the
previous fall, so she felt sure no beast had prowled about the
"fingers."
Coming to a much larger extension than any of the others had been,
Polly called out: "This must be the thumb of the hand!"
"Sure it isn't the arm!" laughed Eleanor.
"Ah, I thought so--now I have it!" murmured Polly, finding a nest of
leaves and soft feathers packed down with bits of fur and dry grass.
"What have you found?" eagerly asked three voices.
"The lair of a grizzly. I've got him!" cried Polly, triumphantly.
Instantly, three girls screamed and turned to run, and Polly laughed.
"I've got him on the _outside,_ girls! He can't get in with that
fire smoking his front doorway, you see." "Oh, hurry back and pile more
wood on the fire!" cried Eleanor, quaking with fear.
"Yes, yes, Polly! Come away and let's build more fires!" added Barbara,
not knowing which one of the girls to hide behind, and looking at the
horses as if pondering a refuge with them.
"What! And use all of our 'safety first' before dawn! If you waste the
wood now, what will you do when old grizzly comes prowling home and
finds your fires dying down?" said Polly.
"Well, do have one of us go and tend the fire carefully so it can't
possibly die down and let him in!" added Anne.
"We are almost through exploring, so we may as well finish! Then we
will all go and have supper and feed the animals."
The remainder of the cave proved to be a rocky wall gradually sloping
down until it reached the entrance again. But, just at one side of the
"thumb" was an aperture from which the wind blew in, as could be seen
when Polly held her torch down to the opening.
"That leads out somewhere, and that opening is big enough to let a
panther creep through, or a wild-cat! I'd like to crawl through there
and make sure where it comes out and if it is quite safe on the other
side," suggested Polly, looking at the girls.
"Oh, Polly dear! Don't do it! Suppose something should happen to you!"
cried Anne.
"Why, I wouldn't let it, Anne! If I creep through that tunnel, I'd
shove the torch in first and keep it moving ahead of me all the way, so
that nothing could grab me, you see!" said Polly, half laughingly.
"I say, Polly, let well enough alone. Let's go back and get supper and
rest for to-morrow!" advised Barbara.
"But just s'posing a rattle-snake was coiled up inside that tunnel! A
burro wouldn't smell it, and it could crawl out during the night and
take a good straight bite!" teased Eleanor.
Polly laughed, but Barbara thought Eleanor meant it, so she replied:
"Then Polly had better go in and see if everything is safe for the
night."
Anne had been so rudely shocked that day at the selfishness apparent in
Barbara's character, that she did not try to hide her opinion. The
wonder was, that she ever could have been so completely taken in during
the months in Denver, as to declare Barbara to be a splendid girl when
one knew her. She now decided that it took ranch life and mountain
exploits to show up genuine characteristics and thoughts.
"Polly, I'll go in first!" offered Eleanor, dropping to her knees to
crawl in at the opening.
"Eleanor Maynard! Come back here!" cried Barbara, taking hold of her
sister's feet.
"Nolla, you shan't take the glory from me!" laughed Polly.
Meantime Eleanor was pulled back and rolled over, laughing as heartily
as if she were at a farce-comedy.
"Now listen to me!" advised Polly, shaking a finger at the three girls.
"First of all, Anne and Bob must go and watch the fires, then unpack
the panniers, and next make beds of the tips--you know how, Anne?"
"I've watched the school children at Bear Forks weave it, so I'm sure I
can make them, too," replied Anne.
"Good! You stick the little stem-ends under the soft fuzz of the others
just laid. The principal thing is not to have hard prods hurting the
body, and the tips will take care of the springs and softness, all
right," said Polly.
"While Anne is making the beds, Bob can fix up odds and ends of spruce
and leaves in the 'fingers' for the horses' beds--a bed in each finger,
Bob. If the animals are comfortably bedded down they will be fresh in
the morning. And if we hide them in those fingers the scent will not be
so apt to reach a grizzly or lion should any prowl about to-night."
"Where shall I place the spruce beds for us?" asked Anne.
"Fix up two on each side of the cave as near the entrance as possible,
Anne. We need air and the warmth from the fires. Then, too, we can hear
any wild beast that may prowl around to-night," advised Polly. "If
Nolla wants to go with me she takes _second_ place, see!"
Eleanor laughed and said, "Anywhere as long as we start!"
"Polly, first I want you to promise me not to be reckless in going
through that tunnel. If you meet with the slightest danger or hazard,
promise to back right out again," begged Anne.
"All right, Anne, I promise, but my shoes will mar my follower's beauty
if I back down on her face."
Thus joking to make little of the danger, Polly started in through the
hole. Eleanor followed and the two older girls stood watching until not
a sound, or ray of the torch, could be seen. Then they went to the
front of the cave to replenish the fires and prepare supper.
CHAPTER XIV
OLD MONTRESOR'S LEGACY
"I'm afraid to fix the beds in those finger caves, Anne," whimpered
Barbara, coming over to where the young woman was weaving the beds of
spruce.
"What is there to be afraid of? The burros and horses won't hurt you,
and they are too weary with this day's troubles to bother about kicking
or trampling you. However, you can do this, if you like, and I will
make up the beds for the beasts."
The spruce beds were being made--Anne showing Barbara how to lay the
tips in rows as wide as the bed was to be, then folding under the
sticks of the second row to run under the tips of the first row, and so
on, until the length of the bed was made.
This work finished, and the bedding for the horses arranged in the
"fingers" as Polly had directed, the two girls stood near the entrance
of the cave, wondering what possibly could have happened to keep Polly
and Eleanor so long.
"I just felt in my bones that it was an awful risk to go into the black
hole of the unknown!" cried Barbara.
"It isn't that that bothers me at all, Bob. But Polly has no sense of
fear, and I think they may have found an exit at the other end, so
Polly is coming around that way. It is a hazardous thing to do, in this
storm!" said Anne.
"Anne, can't you try to squeeze in there and see what has happened?"
asked Barbara.
Anne looked at her without saying a word, so Barbara thought she
hesitated on account of leaving her alone in the cave.
"I won't mind staying alone for a little time. I'll watch the fires and
see that the horses do not get away!" said Barbara.
"Really!" was all Anne said, as she turned to place another pine knot
on the fire.
But the tone silenced Barbara, who had food for thought thereafter.
Meanwhile Polly and Eleanor had crawled into the aperture, and by dint
of squirming and twisting through the passage, found that only the
section nearest the cave was of soft debris. It gradually widened as
they advanced and Polly distinctly felt a current of cold air blowing
in her face.
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