The Peril Finders

by George Manville Fenn

  CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN.

  WON'T YOU SAY GOOD-BYE?

  Every eye kept a sharp lookout as soon as the journey was recommenced,and a strong effort was made to place a few miles between the party anda spot evidently infested with the venomous reptiles of whose power sucha terrible example had been seen. Plenty of energy too was displayedfor quite a couple of hours. Then it died out at once; the boys andanimals seemed as if they could go no farther, and a halt was called inabout the barest spot they had seen. Several more suitable places hadbeen passed--places where there was a scanty growth of sage-brush,others where the plain was rocky or encumbered with stones; but thedoctor's word was "Forward," and the order was obeyed, for in the eyesof the adventurers every bush and every stone appeared to be the hauntof a dangerous enemy.

  Where they halted at last the plain all round was thick with a dullsilvery haze which intensified the heat of the sun, whose rays seemed tobe passing through a burning-glass, and it was only in obedience todesperate efforts that the tent-cloth was stretched for shelter and theanimals watered and fed more sparingly than before. The provisions werespread-out, but no one could eat. Every word and look was about thewater and directed at the fast-emptying keg that carried it, othervessels having long since been exhausted.

  "We must lie here till the sun goes down," said the doctor, almostsolemnly, in spite of his effort to speak calmly; "it would be madnessto persevere through this heat. Then we must make a brave effort toreach the mountains by morning."

  "And if we don't?" said Wilton.

  "Don't say if, sir," cried Griggs. "We must do it."

  "If there are any to reach," said Bourne, to himself; but his words wereheard.

  "If there are any!" cried the doctor hoarsely. "I tell you there are.We saw them distinctly, Griggs and I."

  "That's so, gentlemen," said the American. "Then you must have lostyour way, doctor."

  "I have not if there is any truth in a compass. I laid down our course,and we have not deviated a bit. The sun and stars too have endorsed mycalculations. Come, lie down and try to sleep. Afterwards we willserve out some more water, and walk all through the night. We must benearly across now."

  There was no answer made to this, every one lying down to try and forgetthe agonies of the intense heat and thirst in the sleep which would notcome.

  Chris and Ned were together, and lay so that they could look into eachother's eyes despairingly; but neither spoke, closing their lids at lastso as not to see, though with no expectation of obtaining themuch-needed restful forgetfulness. But it came, and when Chris openedhis eyes again it was to see by the dull red glow that evening was closeat hand.

  He raised himself upon his arm, and the faint sound he made wassufficient to rouse Ned, who also sat up, and looked at him wonderingly,as if he did not quite understand where he was, till Chris bent towardshim and whispered--"Come outside."

  Ned followed him without glancing at the speaker, and they stoodtogether in the misty heat glow, to note with wonder that some one wasmoving about from pack to pack and pausing from time to time to pat themules.

  The haze seemed to have thickened with the approaching night, so thatthe figure was indistinct and hard to see, but after making a few stepsChris said quickly--

  "Why, it's Griggs. What's the matter with him? He's staggering aboutas if looking for something."

  "The water-barrels," whispered Ned hoarsely, and he caught Chris by thearm.

  "What! He wouldn't," said the boy angrily. "Let's see what he'sdoing."

  The American evidently heard their approach, for he turned to gaze atthem strangely; but he made no effort to join them, standing slowlyrocking himself to and fro and saving himself from falling by clingingto the mule at whose side he stood.

  "What's the matter, Griggs?" said Chris hoarsely.

  "Oh, it's you!" was the reply. "I could see you both coming, but youlooked swollen up into giants, and I couldn't make it out."

  "But what are you doing here?"

  "Doing here? Yes, I remember. We must find where the water isto-night, or it will be too late."

  "Oh, don't say that," cried Ned, in a hoarse whisper.

  "Yes, that's it," said Griggs strangely. "Must find the water to-night,or it will be too late. I'm going to ride on, but I can't find themustangs."

  "They're over yonder," said Ned quickly, pointing to where the poniescould be dimly-seen.

  "No; I've been over there, and they're gone."

  "Going to ride on?" said Chris, as a thought struck him.

  "Yes, before it's too late."

  "But you are not in a fit state to ride on, Griggs."

  "No. Everything is going round and round. Head's all strange andqueer."

  "You couldn't sit a horse now."

  "No," said the man drowsily, as he laid his arms across the mule's back,falling forward to slide to the ground, for the mule took two or threesteps to get out of his way.

  "Oh, Chris," groaned Ned, "what shall we do?"

  The boy addressed did not reply for some moments, and then he repeatedthe American's words as if to himself.

  The next minute he seemed full of energy, and caught his companion bythe shoulder.

  "Ned," he said, "let's take the mule with the empty barrels, and ride onto get water."

  "Where?" said Ned dismally.

  "Amongst the mountains."

  "Where are they?"

  "Over there," said Chris, pointing.

  "Where's over there?"

  "To the left of where the sun's going down. That's where we've beenmaking for all the time."

  "Ride on?"

  "Yes; it will be quickest."

  "Come and ask father what he thinks."

  "No," said Chris; "it would be losing time."

  "We should never find it, and only die of thirst right away from theothers."

  "We should find it. We must find it, and bring some back."

  "But the barrels--they're not empty yet."

  "They are," said Chris solemnly. "I stood by this afternoon, and sawevery drop drained out."

  "Oh!" groaned Ned. "Then it's all over now."

  "It isn't, I tell you. We must go."

  "We couldn't do it; we're too weak. Come and ask your father what hesays."

  "It's of no use: I feel sure he's like poor Griggs here. There, thesun's going down, looking red as blood. Quick; the ponies can carry us,and we'll get the mule with the empty barrels between. He'll go then."

  "Let's ask Wilton to go."

  "Let's try and act like men," cried Chris passionately. "There, youmustn't oppose me. That's the way, straight there by where the sun issinking. It must be right. You must, you shall come."

  One weaker than Chris was then would have been sufficient to overawe Nedin those terrible moments, and he yielded without another word.

  The two water-barrels with their linking-chain and the woodenwool-stuffed pack-saddle lay ready, and the mule that had borne themsuffered itself to be led to where it stood snuffling at the woodenvessels and passing its tongue about the bung-holes, till they wereslung across its back, and then it stood quietly enough, as ifinstinctively grasping the object of this movement.

  As for the ponies, they raised their heads from where they were strivingto get a little nourishment from some dust-covered twigs, and whinniedtheir welcome to their masters when they were saddled and bridled.

  All was soon ready, when Chris raised his head to mark exactly where thesun had disappeared--a hard task, for the heat haze was thicker thanever.

  "Where's that star?" he said impatiently.

  "Which star?"

  "That one that goes down of a night three hours after the sun. The onemy father used to guide us by in the early part of the night, and saidthat it was a planet."

  "I don't know. I never heard him say anything about it."

  "He did to me. There, there. High up; I can see it now; but it looksfaint through this thick dusty air, and it's highe
r up than I thoughtfor. It will be clearer, and lower down by and by."

  "Are you going to steer by that?"

  "Yes, of course. Ready?"

  "No; we must go and tell our fathers what we are going to do."

  "No, we mustn't," said Chris stubbornly; "they'd only say we mustn't go,and after what Griggs said I'm sure it's our only chance. We must getwater and bring it back, if they're to be saved."

  "But are you sure of that? Mayn't they be better in the morning, andready to go on?"

  "Not unless we get back with water. Now then, will you come?"

  "I daren't, Chris," said Ned, with a groan; "it's too horrible."

  "Then you're afraid?"

  "How can I help it? See how dreadful it will be to strike right offinto the desert all alone."

  "Not so horrible as to stop here and see the others die like thatpoisoned mule. Come."

  "I can't: it's cowardly to go and leave them."

  "It isn't," cried Chris; "it's brave, and we shall find the water andbring it back. Come, we're wasting time. Come on."

  "I dare not."

  "Very well," said Chris. "When father wakes in the morning, tell himwhat I've done, and why."

  "What shall I say?" cried Ned hoarsely.

  "That I felt it was the only chance of saving all our lives; and if Idon't come back it's because I couldn't find water, Ned."

  "And then?"

  "Good-bye."

  "What do you mean by good-bye?"

  "I don't know," said Chris sadly. "Only good-bye."

  He held out his hand, but snatched it back and hurried beneath thespread-out tent-canvas, to drop upon his knees close to where the doctorlay plunged in a deep stupor more than sleep.

  Chris did not rest there many minutes before he sprang up again andwalked hurriedly to where Ned stood with the two ponies and the mule.

  "Good-bye," said Chris then.

  Ned made no reply, and giving his companion one long reproachful look,Chris placed his foot in the stirrup and sprang up into the saddle.

  "Won't you say good-bye?" he cried.

  "No," was the reply, almost in a whisper, and with the darkness comingon fast now Chris turned away his head and leaned to the farther side ofhis pony, to catch hold of the long hide-rope attached to the mule'ssnaffle-bit. Then pressing the mustang's sides with his heels, thebrave little beast stepped off boldly, the mule following close behindat the full length of the lariat, while the boy fixed the star with hiseyes and made for it straight through the gathering gloom, which seemedto open out to receive him, and then closed in behind, so that after thefirst glance backward the boy made no other, for tent-cloth, packs,saddles, and the horses and mules had been absorbed by the haze.

  If he had turned his head though, ever so little, he would have beenable to see Ned standing by his pony; but he felt that he could not dothat for fear of the weak feeling which caused a strange swelling in histhroat increasing and causing a breakdown of the determination to whichhe had come.

  "I can't do it," he groaned, as he rode on at a walk, and then repeatingthe word "Good-bye!" in a whisper, he bent forward a little, gave thehide lariat a jerk, and pressing his pony's sides, went off at anambling trot, the mule following at once with the two barrels rollingagainst the wood of the pack-saddle, and with the chains making apeculiar hollow and jingling sound.

  "If it were not so hot!" he muttered then, as he strove to think only ofthe object he had in view. "We ought to get over a long distance beforedaylight, for I feel as if I shall be able to do it, and the mountainsmay be near when the broad daylight comes."

  He was getting along at a fair pace now, gazing straight at the planetand listening to the rattle of the two barrels, when his pony uttered asharp neigh, which was followed by a squeal from the mule--twochallenges uttered by those whose hearing was keener than theirmaster's, and responded to by another neigh from behind.

  In less than a minute, and before Chris had made up his mind which ofthe ponies was following, there was the beat of hoofs, and somethingshadowy closed in from the haze behind, to come close alongside.

  "Who's that? You, Ned?"

  "Yes," came in a husky voice.

  "What do you want?"

  "You know. I can't let you go all alone."

  "What!" cried the boy, in a hoarse, cracked voice. "You don't mean--"

  "Yes, I do. You must be right."

  It was the speaker who held out a dimly-seen hand now, one that wasgrasped and held while the ponies closed in so much together that theboys' legs touched as they cantered steadily on straight for a linedrawn down in imagination from the planet now twinkling brightly--theguiding star which both boys mentally prayed might lead them to theobject of their quest.

  Then cantering steadily till the ponies dropped into a walk to avoidrough ground, the two lads rode on and on, with the barrels rollingbehind, and the hours gently gliding by unheeded, till the glitteringstar sank lower and lower and dropped at last into the great bed of hazewhich seemed to extinguish it all at once, but not until Chris hadmarked down another to take its place as their goal.

  Neither spoke, for their heads were too full of the object they had inview, with its hopes and many fears.

  The ponies kept on straight for the starry guides, not deviating in theleast from the point at which their heads had been directed by theirriders, and the mule followed steadily behind, with the empty barrelskeeping up their hollow, rumbling sound, and it was this that seemed toform a strange lulling accompaniment to the boys' thoughts, which in thecourse of their progress gradually darkened into a confusednightmare-like state. It was not sleep, but a stupor in which they kepton their horses instinctively, from no voluntary effort of their own.The state of exhaustion and weakness into which they had been lapsingduring the perilous journey must have had much to do with theirfeelings, and robbed them of the power to feel more than a dull, numbingpain which came and went as their steeds ambled or walked unchecked orguided by rein, for even the lariat had glided from Chris's fingers andtrailed along behind the mule upon the sand. Not that it mattered, forthe mongrel beast kept steadily on behind its companions, trotting orcantering or dropping into a walk as they gave it the cue, but neveronce stopping to rest or attempting to browse.

  Always onward, straight onward, while the riders sank deeper and deeperinto their strange stupor-like state, which, in one faint struggle backinto partial consciousness, Chris had likened to the closing-in of thesultry haze which seemed to him to press upon him as if it grew so thickthat it held him fast what time he was being urged through it.

  Then utter unconsciousness of everything, which lasted without changeand as if the very calm, restful, painful end of all things had come.