Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1918-02-16
CHAPTER V.
In Deep Water.


The dawn thrust aside nights SOM
her curtains while they ate, revealing
a sky overcast with slaty clouds. What
with her wanderings Of the night be-
fore and the journey through the dark
with Roaring Bill, she had absolutely
no idea of either direction or locality.
The Unfolding timber shut off the out
look.
do you suppose I can get home in
time to open SCHOOL," she inquired
anxiously.
Roaring Bill smiled. 81 don't know"
he answered. ut all depends"
"You know where you are now
don't your" she asked
mot exactly" he responded. But
will before long-I hope"
The ambiguity of his answer did not
escape her. She puzzled over it while
Silk ambled sedately behind the other
horses. She hoped that Bill Wagstaff
knew where he was going. If he did
not-but she refused to entertain the
alternative. And she began to watch
eagerly for some sign of familiar
ground.
For two hours Roaring Bill trampled
through aisles bordered with pine and
spruce and fir, through thickets of
berry bush, and across limited areas of
grassy meadow. Not once did they
cross road or trail. Eventually Bill
halted at small stream to get q drink.
Hazel looked at her watch. 1t was
half past eight.
Aren't we ever going to get there?"
she called impatiently.
Pretty soon," he called back, and
struck out briskly again.
Another hour passed Ahead of her,
leading one pack horse and letting the
other follow untrammeled, Roaring
Bill kept dOggedly on, hating for moth
ing. never looking back.
They crossed a ravine and slanted
up steep hillside. Presently Hazel
could look away over an area of wood
land undulating like a heavy ground
swell at sea. Here and there ridges
stood forth boldly above the general
roll, and distantly she could descry a
white-capped mountain range. They
turned the end of a thick patch of pine
scrub, and Bill pulled up in a small
opening. From a case swinging at his
belt he took out pair of field glasses.
and leisurely surveyed the country.
"WellT' Hazel Intercepted.
Nothing in sight, is there?" Bill said
thoughtfuHy. eff the sun was out,
now. Funny I can't spot that Soda
Greek trail"
Don't you know this country at
ellf' she said gloomily.
II thought / did," he replied. "But
I can't seem to get my bearings TO
work out correctly. I'm awfully sorry
to keep you in such pickle. But it
can't be helped"
He took up the lead rope and moved
on. They dropped over the ridge
crest and once more into the woods.
Roaring Bill made his next halt beside
\ spring, and fell to unlashing the
packs.
What are you going to do?" Hazel
asked.
LUX UNpe, anu let tue nDFSeS
Craze" he told her. do you realize
that we've been going since daylight
It's near noon. Horses have to eat and
rest onte in a while. just the same as
human beings"
The logic of this Hazel could not
well deny, since she herself was tired
and ravenously hungry. BY her watch
It was just noon.
Bill hobbled ont his horses on the
grass below the spring made a fire.
and set 10 v~rk cooking He worked
silently al the meal getting, fried
steaks of venison. and boiled pot of
coffee. They ate. He filed his pipe,
and smoked while he repacked. Alto
gether. he did not consume more than
forty minutes at the noon halt Hazel.
now woefully saddle sore. would fain
have rested longer. and in default of
resting, tried to walk and lead SILK.
Roaring Bill offered no objection 10
that. Bat he hit a faster gait. She
could not keep up and he did not
slackea pace when she began TO fall
behind. So she mounted awkwardly,
and Silk jolted and shook her with his
trotting until he caught up with his
mates. BIN grinned over his shoulder.