They saluted the boys, who returned the recognition, and then shook hands with their rescuers.
“Faith, it seems we were just in time,” said O’Hara, the sergeant, “but I’m sorry we didn’t get that crowd. If I’m not mistaken, it’s one the Major has been looking for that came up on the same boat from Seattle with you.”
Rand assured him that the desperadoes were the same that had been referred to, and he continued:
“I’m sure I don’t know how they got by our post at White Horse, but they must have made a circuit. However, our men’ll get thim somewhere. How are ye yerselves? Begorra ye have foine lookin’ faces on ye. Wait till I docther ye up a bit. We all get lukin’ worse than that sometimes on this patrol duty.”
He produced from the haversack or his “war bag,” as he called it, at the rear of his saddle, a couple of bottles, one of which contained water of ammonia and another glycerine and vaseline mixed. The application soon relieved the pain and reduced the swellings. As he did so the other policemen walked down to the landing, where they were attracted by groans at the foot of the bank, and there found the Indian who had pitched forward when they had fired, and whom they supposed had been dragged into the boat. Instead he had rolled down the bank and partially into the water.
They picked him up and carried him up onto the grass, where the boys at once recognized him as the Siwash chief who had deserted at the head of their Indians a few days before.
An examination showed that one of the police bullets had gone through his thigh, but had not made a dangerous wound. Rand at once dressed this, at the same time having some talk with him in “pigeon.” The chief could add but little in his jargon to what Dublin had already stated—that they had been met at the conjunction of the Gold and the Lewes by the desperadoes, and under cover of the rifles been compelled to return up stream. Of the narwhal’s horn he refused to talk, and his wound having been dressed he was placed on the balsam boughs in the shack.
Rand and Jack at once extended the hospitalities of the camp to the mounted police, who gladly accepted the offer of the empty sod house to stable their mounts, and thus kept them from the attacks of the insect pests. They also showed extreme satisfaction at a rather elaborate camp dinner gotten up by the boys in their honor as a relief from the rather limited army rations that constituted their portion when riding over the long trails of the “beat” which they covered four times a year.
The evening was spent around the camp fire; the boys giving an account of the work that they had done since they left White Horse, and the troopers relating many wild and hazardous adventures of the lands above Winnipeg, including the forests, the posts of the Hudson Bay Company, the “land of Little Sticks,” and the “Great Barrens” that stretch north to Hudson’s Bay, and known as the “Silent Places” over to the west, where the Yukon begins and joins itself to Alaska. To these were added many tales of the Soudan and Indian by O’Hara, who had served in the British army.
When they retired that night the troopers refused to accept the share of the tent offered them, but taking the hammocks which they carried, from their saddlegear, fastened it to trees, and with their ponchos and mosquito nettings over them, calmly retired for the night.