Category: Adventure
Who was it, I wonder, made that sagacious remark about the road to hell being paved with good intentions? He might have added an amendment to the effect that there's always a plentiful supply of material for that much travelled highway. We all contribute, more or less. I know...
No wind could reach us where we sat. At the worst, a gale could little more than set the tree-tops swaying, so thick stood the surrounding timber. But the blasting cold pressed...
10. CHAPTER X--"THERE'S MONEY IN ITA brisk wind sprang up ere we were well clear of the Montell camp. In half an hour it was blowing a gale. Overhead the clouds ripped apart in the lash of the wind, and a belated...
16. CHAPTER XVI--CLAWS UNSHEATHEDThe heavy log walls must have muffled the shot completely, for, contrary to my expectations, no inquiring faces came poking in the door. In pure defiance, I believe, Barreau kep...
3. CHAPTER III--WHICH SHOWS THAT THE WORM DOES NOT ALWAYS TURNThe door of the pilot-house swung open and the captain himself stepped out as Bilk reached for the knob. The eyes of this river autocrat fell inquiringly on me. I daresay I was...
8. CHAPTER VIII--BY WAYS THAT WERE DARKLooking back I marvel at the ridiculous ease with which the thing was accomplished. Still more do I marvel at my own part in it. Brought up as I had been, shielded from the ill...
15. CHAPTER XV--STRANGERS TWAINMy arm was somewhat swollen, and it throbbed like an ulcerated tooth, when I got up the following morning, but I made shift to build a fire. When the icy chill was banished from...
6. CHAPTER VI--SLOWFOOT GEORGEI retain some vivid impressions of that night ride. A mile or two from the Circle tents I crossed the Teton River, then just receding from the June rise, and near swimming deep....
1. CHAPTER I--THE GENESIS OF TROUBLEWho was it, I wonder, made that sagacious remark about the road to hell being paved with good intentions? He might have added an amendment to the effect that there's always a pl...
11. CHAPTER XI--A TRICK OF THE "TRADE.A certain consecutive number of days--weeks, to be more exact--ensued, of which there is little to relate, save that we travelled steadily northward, seeing no human except from...
14. CHAPTER XIV--INTEREST ON A DEBTThey filed past the store, a weary looking squad, Montell's fat jowl drawn into sullen lines, the men not wholly free of a certain furtive bearing. Observing them I could very w...
4. CHAPTER IV--A FORTHRIGHT FIGHTING-MANIn due time the foodstuffs and other goods were unloaded, and the _Moon_ began to take on her return cargo of buffalo hides and sundry bundles of furs, the harvest of the past w...
12. CHAPTER XII--THE FIRST MOVE"Well, you're back, eh?" he greeted Barreau. "I been wishin' you'd show up. At the same time I'd just as soon you'd stay away. Now, don't get huffy, George. You ain't got any id...
2. CHAPTER II--BY WAY OF THE "NEW MOONLights by the thousand speckled the night-enshrouded water-front when I reached the slip where my boat lay. On the huge roofed-in wharf freight-handlers swarmed like bees. The r...
7. CHAPTER VII--THE SEAT OF THE SCORNFULBarreau launched this epigrammatic sentence in the profound quiet of a cell in the MacLeod guardhouse. For that is the pass we came to: a six by eight housing of stout planks fo...
5. CHAPTER V--THE RELATIVE MERITS OF THE FRYING-PAN AND THE FIREThey crowded close, a little ring of curious faces, about me and the dead man on the floor, and as a babel of talk uprose a tall, lean man pushed his way into the circle, Captai...
13. CHAPTER XIII--A FORETASTE OF STRONG MEASURESThus thrown upon my own resources, I betook myself to the roomy cabin where the cook reigned supreme. Thence, with breakfast disposed of, to the store. I found there a small, be...
18. CHAPTER XVIII--THE LONG ARM OF THE COMPANYHis ears were but little keener than mine, for even as he spoke I caught a sound that was becoming familiar from daily hearing: the soft _pluff_, _pluff_ of snowshoes. In the th...
17. CHAPTER XVII--NINE POINTS OF THE LAWA perceptible wind from out the east blew squarely in our teeth all the way down the Sicannie. Slight as it was, a man could no more face it steadily than he could hold his nost...
9. CHAPTER IX--MR. MONTELL"Oho, it's you George," Montell purred--that sounds exaggerated, but I cannot otherwise describe his manner of speaking. He made an odd figure sitting up in bed, with his fat, p...