Boy Scouts in Glacier Park

by Walter Prichard Eaton

  CHAPTER XXX--Tom Gets Back with the Doctor, and Mills PullsThrough--Then the Scouts Have To Leave for Home

  "Time to get up," said the voice of the owner of the hand.

  Tom opened his eyes. The room was still lighted by a lamp, but somethingtold him it was morning, perhaps the gray light at the window. He rosestiffly, and helped his host get breakfast. Going out, he found theChinook wind had passed, but it had been blowing, apparently, a goodwhile, for the lake was open water all the way inshore now, except for afringe of ice cakes piled up like ragged surf along the eastern side.

  "The lake hadn't frozen yet very far out, anyhow," the caretaker said."But the Chinook's sure taken the snow down!"

  It had. As if by magic, the eight or ten feet of snow that yesterday hadcovered everything except the trees was reduced to less than two. Theair, too, while it had the sting of winter again, was not bitterlycold--just a nice winter temperature.

  As the sun was beginning to redden the peaks above the lake, Tom heardthe _put-put_ of a motor boat far off, and in half an hour a launch hadworked in through the floating ice to the end of the pier and a rangeraccompanied by a young man threw their packs on the pier and climbedout.

  "_You_ the man that came over Swift Current yesterday?" the Ranger said,looking at Tom. "Why, you're only a boy!"

  "Well, I did it--and I'd do more'n that for Mr. Mills!" Tom answered.

  "You were takin' chances on the Swift Current head wall," the Rangersaid. "I'm mighty glad the Chinook came, before I have to go down thattrail."

  "I got sort of used to slides," Tom said, as they all fastened on theirpacks, and waved farewell to the caretaker. He told the Ranger and thedoctor about their ride on the snowslide.

  "Say, you've been havin' an excitin' time up there," the Ranger laughed."Wonder what's happened since you left?"

  "If Mills has ptomaine poisoning, nothing has happened," the doctorsaid. "He's simply been wishing it would!"

  They grew silent as the grind began up the canyon trail through theforest. Tom's tracks of yesterday, melted less than the unpacked snow,showed plainly, and often he had been way off the trail, taking shortcuts ten feet up where he was clear of underbrush.

  "Didn't intend to," he said. "But the snow was so deep I couldn't alwayssee the trail, and just steamed straight ahead."

  At noon they paused an hour for lunch and rest, and then picked up theirloads again. The low sun was sinking behind Heaven's Peak when theyreached the top of the pass, and took off their snow-shoes, for theChinook had stripped all the snow from the Divide, where the wind hadpreviously blown it thin. On the head wall, they found only a fewinches, and they were able to slide from one switchback to the nextlower, thus cutting off the turns and descending with great rapidity.

  But even so it was dark before they reached the cabin, and once more Tomwas traveling on sheer nerve. So was the doctor, for that matter, thoughthe Ranger seemed as fresh as when they started. They had been on thetrail for twelve hours, with only one hour rest.

  But Tom was the first up the steps and in the door.

  Joe sprang up from a chair to greet him, and by the lamplight he couldsee Mills, on the couch, and heard him say, in a weak voice, "Hello,Tom."

  "Thank God!" Tom cried, and slumped down weary and exhausted on hispack.

  The doctor went to work at once. "What have you done for him?" he askedJoe.

  "Nothing much I could do," Joe said. "We gave him an emetic as soon ashe was sick, and I gave him physic and hot water. The hot water seemedto ease him a little."

  "Good," the doctor answered. "You couldn't have done better. He'll comearound all right now. Sick, were you, Mills?"

  Mills groaned for reply.

  "When the Chinook came," Joe laughed, "I told him I thought a blizzardwas going to hit us, and he said he hoped it would blow the cabin intothe lake!"

  Joe now hurried about getting supper and making up beds for the tiredmen, while Mills lay feebly on the couch and made Tom sit by him andtell about his trip.

  "You shouldn't 'a' done it, boy," he kept saying. "You shouldn't 'a'risked it for the old Ranger."

  But that night they were roused by hearing poor Mills in the throes ofanother attack. The doctor hurried to him.

  "It's brought on a sort of acute indigestion," he said to the others. "Ididn't realize he was so bad. It's lucky I'm here, for you can't letsuch attacks go on, or they get you."

  All that night he and Joe sat up with the sick man, and all the nextday, and the day after that, he kept the Ranger in bed, and doctoredhim.

  The third day Mills was feeling better, and grew restless.

  "You stay where you are," the doctor laughed, "and thank young Tom whogot me, and Joe who dosed you till I came, that you're alive at all!I've got to go to-morrow, but Jerry will stay with you and feed youaccording to schedule till you're O.K. again."

  "I suppose that means the boys are going to-morrow, too," Millsanswered. "They--they got to be home for Christmas. Say, doc, can't youmake 'em just sick enough so they'll have to stay?"

  The doctor laid a hand on his shoulder.

  "Maybe I can get you transferred to headquarters till you're all rightagain," he said. "Then you won't miss the boys so much."

  But if it was hard for the Ranger to part with Tom and Joe, it wasscarcely less hard for them to leave him, even if it did mean gettinghome to their families for Christmas, yet they could not put it off aday longer, because already they had just time to make connections atChicago and reach home on Christmas morning. The Ranger's sickness haddelayed them.

  So Tom and Joe began to pack. They had long realized they would have toleave some day, and in mid-winter, so they had sent home by express alltheir summer clothes and their balloon silk tent and their folding cots,in their trunks, by the last bus out in October. But they still had abig load. All the books, except a few school books, they left for Mills.Most of their clothes they put on. The two sleeping-bags and thesnow-shoes, which belonged to the Ranger, they were to leave with thestation agent. Their bearskin caps and coats, which Mills had procuredfor them, he made them keep as a present, and Tom, for a present to him,left his skis behind. Joe left as his present the warm, soft bed puff hehad used ever since he came to the Park, and his aluminum coffee-pot, totake the place of the battered old tin one Mills used.

  They packed the toboggan that night, to be ready for an early start, andthen sat around the stove for the last time, in the little cabin. Thedoctor and the other Ranger did all the talking. Mills, who lay on thecouch, and the boys did not feel like saying a word.

  The next morning Joe cooked the last breakfast. Poor Mills was notallowed to drink any coffee.

  "I'm goin' to drink tea after this, anyhow, Joe," he said. "You'vespoiled my taste for my own coffee, confound you."

  He came to the door to help in the last packing of the toboggan. "Ifyou've left anything, I'll keep it till you come back next summer," hesaid, trying to laugh.

  "We'll be back!" the scouts cried. "We'll be rangers, too, some day,with you as our boss!"

  "I'm goin' to miss you something fierce, boys," Mills added, taking eachof them by the hand. "Tom, I can't never thank you proper for what youdid--so we'll let it go at that. You're a regular scout, and you andJoe'll make good whatever you do, and Joe'll keep as well as he is now,always."

  He turned his head suddenly away, and the boys felt a lump in their ownthroats.

  Then they started.

  When they looked back to wave, however, he was facing them, and theycould see his pale, blue eyes--the eyes of a woodsman--looking at themas they went down the trail.

  Opposite the entrance to their old camp, Joe dropped the rope, and randown the path, to the surprise of Tom and the doctor. He came back withtheir rough sign, "Camp Kent," and stuck it into the load.

  "Gee, if we'd forgotten that for a souvenir!" he cried.

  Tom gave the doctor some wild rides on the toboggan in the next twodays, while Joe took the hills on skis. They camped that
night in thesame woods as before, only this time they had no tent, only suchprotection as they could hastily rig up by making a rough lean-to ofevergreen boughs and crawling under it in their sleeping-bags. Each onetook a watch to keep the fire going during the night, and they managedto come through fairly comfortably, though it was bitterly cold.However, they were up long before the sun, and on their way.

  The second day the boys knew they were seeing the mountains for the lasttime, and as they passed by old Rising Wolf, his red rocks buried underglistening snow, they loitered a little on the trail and walked withtheir eyes turned upward and toward the west.

  And that evening they were suddenly landed out of the lonely snow-fieldsand the wilderness of rocks and cliffs and frozen lakes, of deer andlions and avalanches, into the hot, musty smell of a Pullman sleepingcar, on the trans-continental limited, bound east!

  They each took one sniff, and looked at one another.

  Then Tom laughed. "We'll get used to it again," he said.

  "I suppose so," Joe answered, "but gosh! it's going to be hard work."