The Huntress. Footner Hulbert

Sam!" cried Husky.

      The recumbent figure finally stirred and sat up, blinking. "What do you want?" Sam demanded crossly.

      As soon as this young man opened his eyes it became evident that a new element had entered the situation. There was a subtle difference between the cook and his masters, easier to see than to define. There was no love lost on either side.

      Clearly he was not one of them, nor had he any wish to be. Sam's eyes, full of sleep though they were, were yet guarded and wary. There was a suggestion of scorn behind the guard. He looked very much alone in the cabin – and unafraid.

      He was as young as Joe, but lacked perhaps thirty pounds of the other youth's brawn. Yet Sam was no weakling either, but his slenderness was accentuated in that burly company.

      His eyes were his outstanding feature. They were of a deep, bright blue. They were both resolute and prone to twinkle. His mouth, that unerring index, matched the eyes in suggesting a combination of cheerfulness and firmness. It was the kind of mouth able to remain closed at need. He had thick, light-brown hair, just escaping the stigma of red.

      There was something about him – fair-haired, slender, and resolute – that excited kindness. There lay the difference between him and the other men.

      "We want wood," said Husky arrogantly. "Go out and get it."

      An honest indignation made the sleepy eyes strike fire. "Wood!" he cried. "What's the matter with you? It's just outside the door. What do you want to wake me for?"

      "Ah!" snarled Husky. "You're the cook, ain't you? What do we hire you for?"

      "You'd think you paid me wages to hear you," retorted Sam. "I get my grub, and I earn it."

      "You do what you're told with less lip," said Husky threateningly.

      At this point Big Jack, more diplomatic, considering that a quarrel might result in awkward disclosures, intervened. "Shut up!" he growled to Husky. To Sam he said conciliatingly: "You're right. Husky hadn't ought to have waked you. It was a bit of thoughtlessness. But now you're awake you might as well get the wood."

      "Oh, all right," said Sam indifferently.

      He threw off his blanket. As they all did, he slept in most of his clothes. He pulled on his moccasins. The other four watched him with ill-concealed excitement. The contrast between his sleepy indifference and their parted lips and anxious eyes was striking.

      Sam was too sleepy and too irritated to observe at once that the table and chair were missing. He went to the door rubbing his eyes. He rattled the latch impatiently and swore under his breath. Perceiving the bar at last, he flung it back.

      "Were you afraid of robbers up here?" he muttered scornfully.

      "Close the door after you," commanded Jack.

      Sam did so, and simultaneously the mask dropped from the faces of the men inside. They listened in strained attitudes with bated breath. They heard Sam go to the wood-pile, and counted each piece of wood as he dropped it with a click in his arm. When he returned they hastily resumed their careless expressions. Sam dropped the wood on the hearth.

      "Better get another while you're at it," suggested Jack.

      Sam, without comment, went back outdoors.

      "Well," said Jack with a foolish look, "nothing doing, I guess."

      "I thought there was nothing," boasted Husky.

      "You – " began Jack indignantly. He was arrested by a gasp from Joe.

      "My God! Listen!"

      They heard a sharp, low cry of astonishment from Sam, and the armful of wood came clattering to the ground. They heard Sam run, but away from the cabin, not toward the door. Each caught his breath in suspense. They heard a thud on the ground, and a confused, scrambling sound. Then Sam's voice rose quick and clear.

      "Boys, bring a light! Quick! Jack! Shand! Quick!"

      The four wavered in horrible indecision. Each looked at the other, waiting for him to make a move. There was no terror in the cries, only a wild excitement.

      Finally Big Jack, with an oath, snatched up the lantern and threw open the door. The others followed in the order of their courage. Joe bringing up the rear.

      A hundred yards from the door the light revealed Sam struggling with something on the ground. What it was they could not see – something that panted and made sounds of rage.

      "Boys! Here! Quick!" cried Sam.

      To their amazement his voice was full of laughter. They hung back.

      "What have you got?" cried Jack.

      The answer was as startling as an explosion: "A girl!"

      A swift reaction passed over the four. They sprang to his aid.

      "Hold the light up!" Sam cried breathlessly. "Shand, grab her feet. I've got her arms locked. God! Bites like a cat! Carry her in." This ended in a peal of laughter.

      Between them Shand and Sam carried her toward the door, staggering and laughing wildly. Their burden wriggled and plunged like a fish. They had all they could do, for she was both slippery and strong. They got her inside at last. The others crowded after, and they closed the door and barred it.

      Sam, usually so quiet and wary in this company, was transformed by excitement. "Now, let's see what we've got!" he cried. "Put her feet down. Look out or she'll claw you!"

      They set her on her feet and stood back on guard. But as soon as she was set free her resistance came to an end. She did not fly at either, but coolly turned her back and shook herself and smoothed her plumage like a ruffled bird. This unexpected docility surprised them afresh. They watched her warily.

      "A woman!" they cried in amazed tones. "Where did she drop from?"

      They instantly ascribed all the supernatural manifestations to this human cause. Everything was made clear, and a load of terror lifted from their breasts.

      The suddenness of the reaction dizzied them a little. Each man blushed and frowned, remembering his late unmanly terrors. They were amazed, chagrined and tickled all at once.

      Big Jack strode to her and held the lantern up to her face. "She's a beauty!" he cried.

      A silence succeeded that word. Four of the five men present measured his mates with sidelong looks. Sam shrugged and, resuming his ordinary circumspect air, turned away.

      CHAPTER IV

      THE VISITOR

      The girl turned an indifferent, walled face toward the fire, refusing to look at any of the men. Her beauty grew upon them momentarily. Their amazement knew no bounds that one like this should have been led to their door out of the night.

      "Well," said Big Jack, breaking the silence at last. "It was a rough welcome we give you, miss. We thought you was a spook or something like that. But we're glad to see you."

      She gave no sign of having heard him.

      "Was it you whistled through the keyhole and tossed a stone down the chimney?" demanded Husky.

      No answer was forthcoming.

      "I'm sorry if we hurt you," added Jack.

      He might as well have been addressing a wooden woman.

      "I say, I'm sorry if we hurt you," he repeated louder.

      "Maybe she can't understand English," suggested Sam.

      "What'll I do then?" asked Jack hopelessly.

      "Try her with sign language."

      "Sure," said Jack. He looked around for the table. "Oh, hell, it's burnt up! We'll have to eat on the floor. Hey, look, sister!" He went through the motions of spreading a table and eating. The others watched interestedly. "Will you?" he asked.

      She gravely nodded her head. A cheer went up from the circle.

      "Hey, cookee!" cried Big Jack. "Toss up a bag of biscuits and put your coffee-pot on. You, Joe, chase out to the stable and fetch a box for her to sit on."

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