“We are not sure they are there,” said Dallas.
“Of course you are not,” continued the miner, “and I don’t believe they are. You see, your mate here took us for ’em. I believe Natur’ made a mistake and buried you two instead of them. If they are down below I haven’t heard no signs of them, and they must be dead. Why, it would take us a couple of years to clear all this stuff away, and we mightn’t find ’em then. I say, though, what about your tackle?”
“Our sledges? They’re buried deep down here.”
“We shall have to get them out, then. You two won’t be able to get along without your traps.”
Soon after an inspection of the position was made; one of the men descended into the hole they had dug close up to the rock wall, and he returned to give his opinion that by devoting a day to the task the shaft could be so enlarged that they could drive a branch down straight to the spot, and save the stores and tools, even if they could not get the sledges out whole.
It took two days, though, during which no fresh comers appeared, the report of the snow-fall having stopped further progress. At the end of the above time, pretty well everything was saved by the help of the miner and his companions, who gallantly stood by them.
“Oh, we’ve got plenty of time,” said their leader, “and if these sort o’ games are going to be played, it strikes me that you two gents would be stronger if you made a sort o’ co. along of us. Don’t if you don’t care to. What do you say to trying how it worked for a bit?”
This was gladly acceded to, and on the third day a move was made as far as the spot where the grim discovery had been made.
Here the party halted, and the corpse of the unfortunate was reverently covered by a cairn of stones, along with his faithful dog; after which a discussion arose as to what should be done with the poor fellow’s implements and stores.
“Pity to leave ’em here,” said one of the men. “Only spoil. Hadn’t we better share ’em out.”