“You mean—”
“That it’s the only way to save the kid. We might give her up, then fight it out, but that means she’d go back to the Eskimos, ’n’ mebbe never be found again. The men and dogs out there are bushed. We are fresh. If we can get away from the cabin we can beat ’em out.”
“We’ll run, then,” said Pelliter. He went to Little Mystery, who sat stunned into silence by the strange things that were happening, and hugged her up in his arms, his back turned to the possible bullet that might come through the wall. “We’re going to run, little sweetheart,” he mumbled, half laughingly, in her curls.
Billy began to pack, and Pelliter put Little Mystery down on the bunk and started to harness the six dogs, ranging them close along the wall, with old one-eyed Kazan, the hero who had saved him from Blake, in the lead. Outside the firing had ceased. It was evident that the Eskimos had made up their minds to save their ammunition until dawn.
Fifteen minutes sufficed to load the sledge; and while Pelliter was fastening the sledge traces MacVeigh bundled Little Mystery into her thick fur coat. The sleeves caught, and he turned it back, exposing the white edge of the lining. On that lining was something which drew him down close, and when the strange cry that fell from his lips drew Pelliter’s eyes toward him he was staring down into Little Mystery’s upturned face with the look of one who saw a vision.
“Mother of Heaven!” he gasped, “she’s—” He caught himself, and smothered Little Mystery up close to him for a moment before he brought her to the sledge. “She’s the bravest little kid in the world,” he finished; and Pelliter wondered at the strangeness of his voice. He tucked her into a nest made of blankets and then tied her in securely with babiche rope. Pelliter stood up first and saw the hungry, staring look in MacVeigh’s face as he kept his eyes steadily upon Little Mystery.
“What’s the matter, Mac?” he asked. “Are you very much afraid— for her?”
“No,” said MacVeigh, without lifting his head. “If you’re ready, Pelly, open the door.” He rose to his feet and picked up his rifle. He did not seem like the old MacVeigh; but the dogs were nipping and whining, and there was no time for Pelliter’s questions.
“I’m going out first, Billy,” he said. “You can make up your mind they’re watching the cabin pretty close, and as soon as the dogs nose the open air they’ll begin yapping ’n’ let ’em on to us. We can’t risk her under fire. So I’m going to back along the edge of the ridge and give it to ’em as fast as I can work the gun. They’ll all turn to me, and that’s the time for you to open the door and make your getaway. I’ll be with you inside of five minutes.”
He turned out the lights as he spoke. Then he opened the door and slipped out into the darkness without a protesting word from MacVeigh. Hardly had he gone when the latter fell upon his knees beside Little Mystery and in the deep gloom crushed his rough face down against her soft, warm little body.