Two Boy Gold Miners; Or, Lost in the Mountains

by Frank V. Webster

  CHAPTER XI

  CAUGHT IN A STORM

  Gabe heard the boy's cry. He realized what it meant to be caught in sucha place in a dangerous stream.

  "Head on to the other side!" he shouted to his companions. "Here, Will,take my gun! I'm going to help Jed!"

  Then, having handed over his weapon, the brave old miner turned hishorse's head down stream. By this time Jed and his animal were in themidst of the swirling waters. The horse was stumbling and slipping,several times almost losing its footing, but recovering it after adesperate struggle. It was growing darker, and Jed feared his animalwould slip into some deep pool where both would be drowned.

  "I'm coming, Jed! I'm coming!" cried Gabe. "Stick it out as long as youcan."

  His horse was now on the edge of the rapids. The steed snorted withterror, fearful of venturing into the mass of foam and waves. Justahead of him Gabe could see the boy, who was striving to guide hishorse toward the bank for which they had started.

  Then, with a snort, as if making the best of a bad bargain, Gabe's horseceased swimming and began to struggle, as had Jed's animal, to retainits footing on the uncertain bed of the stream.

  The current was so swift that both animals were carried along withoutmuch effort on their part. Vainly they tried to brace back, and, underthe urging of their riders, to work over toward the farther shore.

  Just as Gabe reached Jed's side, the latter's horse stepped on a roundstone, floundered about in a desperate endeavor to keep its footing, andthen, with a whinny of terror, it went down, carrying the boy with it.

  "Jump off!" yelled Gabe. "Don't get tangled in the stirrups or bridle!"

  It is doubtful if Jed heard him, so great was the noise of the rushingwater, but, instinctively, the boy followed this advice. As soon as hefelt the horse falling, he kicked his feet free from the stirrups, and,throwing one leg over the saddle, leaped off, holding his precious riflehigh above his head. The horse, with the pack on the saddle, was swepton down the river.

  "Grab my horse's tail, or get hold of the stirrup!" yelled Gabe. "I'mgoing to try and turn him toward shore!"

  The advice came just in time. Jed, who was slipping and stumbling along,with the water up to his shoulders, managed to grasp the left stirrupleather.

  "Give me your gun!" called the miner, and the boy held it up.

  "Give me your gun!" called the miner]

  Then, fortunately, Gabe's horse managed to get a footing on acomparatively smooth place, where the river was not so deep. The minerheld the steed there a moment, to give Jed a chance to get a betterhold.

  "I'm going to head him toward the shore," the old miner said, after amoment's pause. "Hold on tight now. It may be deeper as we go to theside."

  It was, and Jed found himself swept off his feet in an instant. However,Gabe's horse was a strong swimmer, and managed to make some headway,diagonally against the current. It was a hard struggle against thepowerful stream, but at length the steed managed to get beyond the pullof the rapids, and into a shallow place close to shore.

  "I can stand up, now," said Jed, as he let his feet down, and touchedbottom. "I'm all right. Go ahead!"

  An instant later Gabe's horse scrambled up the bank, and the boyfollowed.

  "I guess my horse is gone!" he cried. The loss was a serious one tohim, for all his possessions were on the saddle, in the pack.

  "Maybe he'll go ashore lower down," said Gabe. "We'll have to look.Hello!" he shouted, wishing to attract the attention of the others. Backcame a yell.

  "That's Will's voice," declared Jed. "They're coming down this way."

  So it proved, and a little while later the two miners, and Will, havingsafely crossed the stream, joined Gabe and Jed. They were all more orless wet, but none had had the misfortune that attended Jed.

  "We'll have a look for your horse," said the old miner to Jed. "Will,suppose you build a fire, and Mr. Curtin and Mr. Hurd will help makecamp. Jed and I will see if we can't find that contrary nag. If he'dbeen content to swim straight across, instead of wanting to shoot therapids, we'd have been all right."

  "Suppose he's on the other side of the river?" suggested Will.

  "Hold on!" exclaimed Jed with a laugh. "Don't go to suggesting suchthings now, Will. I've had trouble enough."

  In the darkness Jed and the miner set off down the stream. It broadenedout as it flowed on, the banks stretching away into level plains.

  "There's something moving, straight ahead!" exclaimed the boy, pointingto where a darker blotch of blackness was visible in the night.

  "Yes, and it's a horse grazing. I hope it's yours," spoke Gabe.

  "I can't see any pack on its back," went on Jed, as they came nearer.

  "Must be a horse from some camp then."

  They came nearer. The horse ceased grazing and looked at them curiously.

  "Hey, Pete!" called Jed, for he had been riding the old cultivator horsethat once ran away. At the sound of his voice the animal whinnied.

  "That's Pete, but where's the pack?" inquired Jed. "I hope it didn't getlost in the river."

  "No, it's there, but it's slipped around on his side," replied Gabe, ashe came closer and saw what had happened. The saddle girths had slipped,and the pack, though soaking wet, was intact. Pete allowed himself to becaught without difficulty. Probably he had had enough of adventures forone night. He was led back to the camp, where a big fire was burning.Here the gold hunters dried themselves, and were soon partaking of abountiful meal.

  "This beats farming all to pieces!" declared Jed, with his mouth halffull of some broiled elk meat.

  "Even getting into the rapids?" asked his brother.

  "Sure. After the first scare was over, it was like being back in the oldswimming hole at our creek. The water was nice and warm."

  "Yes, it's quite hot to-night," observed Mr. Hurd. "I shouldn't besurprised if we got a thunder storm."

  "Then we'd better rig up some sort of a shelter," advised Gabe.

  This was done, a lean-to being built with branches, and their rubberblankets spread on top, and well fastened down. Jed's pack had beenopened out to dry, and when the horses had been safely tethered, and thecamp made as snug as possible for the night, the travelers stretched outto sleep, tired out with the day's travel.

  It was hot, entirely too hot for that time of year, and it was almoststifling under the improvised shelter. Still, after vainly wishing itwould cool off, Jed and Will, with their older companions, fell asleep.

  Jed had a vivid dream that night. He thought he was again in the rapids,and that his horse was pulling him into a deep hole of the stream. Sovivid was it that he awoke with a start, to find himself in water, whilesomething seemed wrapped about his neck, dragging him forward.

  "What's the matter?" he cried.

  "Fierce storm!" replied Gabe. "Our lean-to has blown away, and it'sraining cats and dogs!"

  An instant later there came an intensely bright flash of lightning, anda peal of thunder that seemed to shake the ground.