The waiting light of dawn saw death
defeated, retiring from the scene. As the sun rose high, the
victim seemed to gain considerably in strength. There was no
immediate danger of an end.
Rolf said to Quonab: "Where shall we take him? Guess you better
go home for the toboggan, and we'll fetch him to the shanty."
But the invalid was able to take part in the conversation. "Say,
don't take me there. Ah -- want to go home. 'Pears like -- I'd
be better at home. My folks is out Moose River way. I'd never
get out if I went in there," and by "there" he seemed to mean the
Indian's lake, and glanced furtively at the unchanging
countenance of the red man.
"Have you a toboggan at your shanty?" asked Rolf.
"Yes -- good enough -- it's on the roof -- say," and he beckoned
feebly to Rolf, "let him go after it -- don't leave me -- he'll
kill me," and he wept feebly in his self pity.
So Quonab started down the mountain - a sinewy man -- a striding
form, a speck in the melting distance.
Chapter 46. Nursing Hoag
In two hours the red man reached the trapper's shanty, and at
once, without hesitation or delicacy, set about a thorough
examination of its contents.
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