It was three hours after dark when the dead man, Smoke, and his captors arrived at Two Cabins.By the starlight, Smoke could make out a dozen or more recently built cabins snuggling about a larger and older cabin on a flat by the river bank.Thrust inside this older cabin, he found it tenanted by a young giant of a man, his wife, and an old blind man.The woman, whom her husband called 'Lucy,' was herself a strapping creature of the frontier type.The old man, as Smoke learned afterwards, had been a trapper on the Stewart for years, and had gone finally blind the winter before.The camp of Two Cabins, he was also to learn, had been made the previous fall by a dozen men who arrived in half as many poling- boats loaded with provisions.Here they had found the blind trapper, on the site of Two Cabins, and about his cabin they had built their own.Later arrivals, mushing up the ice with dog-teams, had tripled the population.There was plenty of meat in camp, and good low-pay dirthad been discovered and was being worked.
In five minutes, all the men of Two cabins were jammed into the room.Smoke, shoved off into a corner, ignored and scowled at, his hands and feet tied with thongs of moosehide, looked on.Thirty- eight men he counted, a wild and husky crew, all frontiersmen of the States or voyageurs from Upper Canada.His captors told the tale over and over, each the centre of an excited and wrathful group.There were mutterings of "Lynch him now--why wait?" And, once, a big Irishman was restrained only by force from rushing upon the helpless prisoner and giving him a beating.
It was while counting the men that Smoke caught sight of a familiar face.It was Breck, the man whose boat Smoke had run through the rapids.He wondered why the other did not come and speak to him, but himself gave no sign of recognition.Later, when with shielded face Breck passed him a significant wink, Smoke understood.
Blackbeard, whom Smoke heard called Eli Harding, ended the discussion as to whether or not the prisoner should be immediately lynched.
"Hold on," Harding roared."Keep your shirts on.That man belongs to me.I caught him an' I brought him here.D'ye think I brought him all the way here to be lynched? Not on your life.I could a- done that myself when I found him.I brought him here for a fair an' impartial trial, an' by God, a fair an' impartial trial he's goin' to get.He's tied up safe an' sound.Chuck him in a bunk till morning, an' we'll hold the trial right here."
