Chapter 1 Dutch Courag（2 / 2）

Well used as they were to trail life, but few minutes sufficed to see the camp equipage on the backs of the packhorses and the boys in the saddle.In the late twilight of that evening they hobbled their animals in a tiny mountain meadow, and cooked coffee and bacon for themselves at the very base of the Saddle.Here, also, before they turned into their blankets, they found the camp of the unlucky stranger who was destined to spend the night on the naked roof of the Dome.

Dawn was brightening into day when the panting lads threw themselves down at the summit of the Saddle and began taking off their shoes.Looking down from the great height, they seemed perched upon the ridge-pole of the world, and even the snow-crowned Sierra peaks seemed beneath them.Directly below, on the one hand, lay Little Yosemite Valley, half a mile deep; on the other hand, Big Yosemite, a mile.Already the sun’s rays were striking about the adventurers, but the darkness of night still shrouded the two great gulfs into which they peered.And above them, bathed in the full day, rose only the majestic curve of the Dome.

“What’s that for?”Gus asked, pointing to a leather-shielded flask which Hazard was securely fastening in his shirt pocket.

“Dutch courage, of course,” was the reply.“We’ll need all our nerve in this undertaking, and a little bit more, and,” he tapped the flask significantly, “here’s the little bit more.”

“Good idea,” Gus commented.

How they had ever come possessed of this erroneous idea, it would be hard to discover; but they were young yet, and there remained for them many uncut pages of life.Believers, also, in the efficacy of whisky as a remedy for snake-bite, they had brought with them a fair supply of medicine-chest liquor.As yet they had not touched it.

“Have some before we start?” Hazard asked.

Gus looked into the gulf and shook his head.“Better wait till we get up higher and the climbing is more ticklish.”

Some seventy feet above them projected the first eye-bolt.The winter accumulations of ice had twisted and bent it down till it did not stand more than a bare inch and a half above the rock—a most difficult object to lasso at such a distance.Time and again Hazard coiled his lariat in true cowboy fashion and made the cast, and time and again was he baffled by the elusive peg.Nor could Gus do better.Taking advantage of inequalities in the surface, they scrambled twenty feet up the Dome and found they could rest in a shallow crevice.The cleft side of the Dome was so near that they could look over its edge from the crevice and gaze down the smooth, vertical wall for nearly two thousand feet.It was yet too dark down below for them to see farther.

The peg was now fifty feet away, but the path they must cover to get to it was quite smooth, and ran at an inclination of nearly fifty degrees.It seemed impossible, in that intervening space, to find a resting-place.Either the climber must keep going up, or he must slide down; he could not stop.But just here rose the danger.The Dome was sphere-shaped, and if he should begin to slide, his course would be, not to the point from which he had started and where the Saddle would catch him, but off to the south toward Little Yosemite.This meant a plunge of half a mile.

“I’ll try it,” Gus said simply.

They knotted the two lariats together, so that they had over a hundred feet of rope between them; and then each boy tied an end to his waist.

“If I slide,” Gus cautioned, “come in on the slack and brace yourself.If you don’t, you’ll follow me, that’s all!”

“Ay, ay!” was the confident response.“Better take a nip before you start?”

Gus glanced at the proffered bottle.He knew himself and of what he was capable.“Wait till I make the peg and you join me.All ready?”

“Ay.”

He struck out like a cat, on all fours, clawing energetically as he urged his upward progress, his comrade paying out the rope carefully.At first his speed was good, but gradually it dwindled.Now he was fifteen feet from the peg, now ten, now eight-but going, oh, so slowly!Hazard, looking up from his crevice, felt a contempt for him and disappointment in him.It did look easy.Now Gus was five feet away, and after a painful effort, four feet.But when only a yard intervened, he came to a standstill—not exactly a standstill, for, like a squirrel in a wheel, he maintained his position on the face of the Dome by the most desperate clawing.

He had failed, that was evident.The question now was, how to save himself.With a sudden, catlike movement he whirled over on his back, caught his heel in a tiny, saucer-shaped depression and sat up.Then his courage failed him.Day had at last penetrated to the floor of the valley, and he was appalled at the frightful distance.

“Go ahead and make it!”Hazard ordered; but Gus merely shook his head.

“Then come down!”

Again he shook his head.This was his ordeal, to sit, nerveless and insecure, on the brink of the precipice.But Hazard, lying safely in his crevice, now had to face his own ordeal, but one of a different nature.When Gus began to slide—as he soon must—would he, Hazard, be able to take in the slack and then meet the shock as the other tautened the rope and darted toward the plunge?It seemed doubtful.And there he lay, apparently safe, but in reality harnessed to death.Then rose the temptation.Why not cast off the rope about his waist?He would be safe at all events.It was a simple way out of the difficulty.There was no need that two should perish.But it was impossible for such temptation to overcome his pride of race, and his own pride in himself and in his honor.So the rope remained about him.

“Come down!” he ordered; but Gus seemed to have become petrified.

“Come down,” he threatened, “or I’ll drag you down!”He pulled on the rope to show he was in earnest.

“Don’t you dare!”Gus articulated through his clenched teeth.

“Sure I will, if you don’t come!”Again he jerked the rope.

With a despairing gurgle Gus started, doing his best to work sideways from the plunge.Hazard, every sense on the alert, almost exulting in his perfect coolness, took in the slack with deft rapidity.Then, as the rope began to tighten, he braced himself.The shock drew him half out of the crevice; but he held firm and served as the center of the circle, while Gus, with the rope as a radius, described the circumference and ended up on the extreme southern edge of the Saddle.A few moments later Hazard was offering him the flask.

“Take some yourself,” Gus said.

“No; you.I don’t need it.”

“And I’m past needing it.”Evidently Gus was dubious of the bottle and its contents.

Hazard put it away in his pocket.“Are you game,” he asked, “or are you going to give it up?”

“Never!” Gus protested.“I am game.No Lafee ever showed the white feather yet.And if I did lose my grit up there, it was only for the moment—sort of like seasickness.I’m all right now, and I’m going to the top.”

“Good!” encouraged Hazard.“You lie in the crevice this time, and I’ll show you how easy it is.”

But Gus refused.He held that it was easier and safer for him to try again, arguing that it was less difficult for his one hundred and sixteen pounds to cling to the smooth rock than for Hazard’s one hundred and sixty-five; also that it was easier for one hundred and sixty-five pounds to bring a sliding one hundred and sixteen to a stop than vice versa.And further, that he had the benefit of his previous experience.Hazard saw the justice of this, although it was with great reluctance that he gave in.

Success vindicated Gus’s contention.The second time, just as it seemed as if his slide would be repeated, he made a last supreme effort and gripped the coveted peg.By means of the rope, Hazard quickly joined him.The next peg was nearly sixty feet away; but for nearly half that distance the base of some glacier in the forgotten past had ground a shallow furrow.Taking advantage of this, it was easy for Gus to lasso the eye-bolt.And it seemed, as was really the case, that the hardest part of the task was over.True, the curve steepened to nearly sixty degrees above them, but a comparatively unbroken line of eye-bolts, six feet apart, awaited the lads.They no longer had even to use the lasso.Standing on one peg it was child’s play to throw the bight of the rope over the next and to draw themselves up to it.

A bronzed and bearded man met them at the top and gripped their hands in hearty fellowship.

“Talk about your Mont Blancs!” he exclaimed, pausing in the midst of greeting them to survey the mighty panorama.“But there’s nothing on all the earth, nor over it, nor under it, to compare with this!”Then he recollected himself and thanked them for coming to his aid.No, he was not hurt or injured in any way.Simply because of his own carelessness, just as he had arrived at the top the previous day, he had dropped his climbing rope.Of course it was impossible to descend without it.Did they understand heliographing?No?That was strange!How did they—

“Oh, we knew something was the matter,” Gus interrupted, “from the way you flashed when we fired off the shotgun.”

“Find it pretty cold last night without blankets?” Hazard queried.

“I should say so.I’ve hardly thawed out yet.”

“Have some of this.”Hazard shoved the flask over to him.

The stranger regarded him quite seriously for a moment, then said,“My dear fellow, do you see that row of pegs?Since it is my honest intention to climb down them very shortly, I am forced to decline.No, I don’t think I’ll have any, though I thank you just the same.”

Hazard glanced at Gus and then put the flask back in his pocket.But when they pulled the doubled rope through the last eye-bolt and set foot on the Saddle, he again drew out the bottle.

“Now that we’re down, we don’t need it,” he remarked, pithily.“And I’ve about come to the conclusion that there isn’t very much in Dutch courage, after all.”He gazed up the great curve of the Dome.“Look at what we’ve done without it!”

Several seconds thereafter a party of tourists, gathered at the margin of Mirror Lake, were astounded at the unwonted phenomenon of a whisky flask descending upon them like a comet out of a clear sky; and all the way back to the hotel they marveled greatly at the wonders of nature, especially meteorites.