hereabouts, and there ainât no tellinâ when a mountain lionâll spring out on you.â
There was nothing for me to do but pick up my jumper and axe, and follow him as he led off up the mountainside.
8
Lost
H ANK led off up the ridge weâd been working on, quartering along below the trees. With the whole sky clouded over I couldnât be sure of the direction, but if the canyon had looped around the way I thought it had, weâd be heading north. I knew the home ranch was just a little south of straight east, so I asked, âArenât we going the wrong way, Hank?â
âJust a dite,â he said, âto get around these here trees.â
I kept still for another half hour, but was sure we should have gone up the ridge on the other side of the canyon. After Hank turned up a rocky ridge to our left, I asked again, âAre you sure weâre going the right way?â
âGot the mountain fever aâready?â he laughed. âBy dogies, I seen prairie men get so fuddled up in these here mountains they didnât know straight up from Sunday. Now you take . . . Why, afore I was your age . . .â
âI didnât say you were wrong,â I told him. âI just thought we should have gone up the other side of the canyon.â
âGo fer enough that-a-way and youâd land plumb in the Great Salt Lake. You just keep your britches drug up till we fetch the top of this here ridge, and Iâll point you out the dome of Pikes Peak. I know these here mountains like I know the palm of my own right hand.â
The ridge was a lot higher than it looked to be, and it took us nearly two hours to reach the top. When we got there Hank couldnât point out Pikes Peak or anything else. By that time it was drizzling, and the clouds hung so low we could barely see the next ridge. There was a deep canyon to cross before we reached it, the drizzle had turned into a steady rain, and it was growing dark and cold. I couldnât keep my teeth from chattering; was so hungry my stomach squealed, and was beginning to worry when Hank sang out, âBy dogies, I reckon I missed a beeline by a hair! This hereâll fetch us out to the calf pastureâjust tâother side that low ridge.â
I was so mixed up that all the ridges looked alike, but I did remember a low one to the west of the calf pasture, so I said, âOh, yes, I remember it now! I guess weâd better hurry before it gets darker or Mr. Batchlett begins to worry.â
âBatch, he ainât got no worriesââceptinâ that team a-gettinâ drownded in the cloudburst. Way this here rainâs a-pickinâ up, it wonât be long afore it hits. You hang close on my trail soâs you donât get lost when dark comes on.â
I hung close on Hankâs trail, but donât know if we ever got to the top of the ridge he was talking about. Before we were halfway down the one we were on, it was so dark we had to feel for each step before we took it. And the rain was getting colder with every step. Once I slipped and fell, and my axe went rattling and sliding down the mountain. There was a second or so when it didnât make a sound, then it rang against a rockâway below us.
Ever since twilight Iâd been afraid a bear or mountain lion would spring out on us, but that didnât frighten me any more. I was too afraid that I might step off a cliff, and that my own head might land on a rock the way the axe had. Hank was either as scared as I, or his teeth chattered worse. When he tried to scold me for dropping the axe his words sounded as if he were chewing them when he let them go.
I chewed right back, and told him I thought weâd better stay where we were till daylight, but he wouldnât do it. He said weâd be in the calf pasture in half an hour, and all I had to do was to watch my step and keep close behind him. I couldnât watch my
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