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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at <a href = "http://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a></pre> +<p>Title: The Gold Trail</p> +<p>Author: Harold Bindloss</p> +<p>Release Date: April 23, 2007 [eBook #21205]</p> +<p>Language: English</p> +<p>Character set encoding: UTF-8</p> +<p>***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE GOLD TRAIL***</p> +<br><br><center><h3>E-text prepared by Barbara Tozier, Bill Tozier, and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team (http://www.pgdp.net)</h3></center><br><br> +<p> </p> +<hr class="full" /> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> + + <div id="title_page"> + <h1 id="main_title">THE GOLD TRAIL</h1> + <p>By <span class="book_author">HAROLD BINDLOSS</span></p> + <p class="authors_works">AUTHOR OF THE CATTLE BARON’S DAUGHTER, + THE GREATER POWER, WINSTON OF THE PRAIRIE, etc.</p> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> + <p class="published">NEW YORK<br /> + <span class="publisher">GROSSET & DUNLAP</span><br /> + PUBLISHERS</p> + </div> + <div id="copyright_page"> + <p class="copyright_date">Copyright, 1910, by<br /> + <span class="copyright_holder">Frederick A. Stokes Company</span></p> + <p class="rights_statement">All rights reserved</p> + <p class="printing_date">May, 1910</p> + </div> + <div id="contents"> + <h2 class="section_title">CONTENTS</h2> + <p>CHAPTER</p> + <ol id="contents_list"> + <li><a href="#chapter_i">Bottomless Swamp</a></li> + <li><a href="#chapter_ii">The Packer</a></li> + <li><a href="#chapter_iii">The Model</a></li> + <li><a href="#chapter_iv">Ida’s First Ascent</a></li> + <li><a href="#chapter_v">Ida’s Confidence</a></li> + <li><a href="#chapter_vi">Kinnaird Strikes Camp</a></li> + <li><a href="#chapter_vii">Grenfell’s Mine</a></li> + <li><a href="#chapter_viii">In the Ranges</a></li> + <li><a href="#chapter_ix">A Fruitless Search</a></li> + <li><a href="#chapter_x">The Hotel-keeper</a></li> + <li><a href="#chapter_xi">In the Moonlight</a></li> + <li><a href="#chapter_xii">The Copper-mine</a></li> + <li><a href="#chapter_xiii">Stirling Lets Things Slide</a></li> + <li><a href="#chapter_xiv">Ida Asserts Her Authority</a></li> + <li><a href="#chapter_xv">The Rock Pool</a></li> + <li><a href="#chapter_xvi">On the Lake</a></li> + <li><a href="#chapter_xvii">Scarthwaite-in-the-Forest</a></li> + <li><a href="#chapter_xviii">Weston’s Advocate</a></li> + <li><a href="#chapter_xix">Illumination</a></li> + <li><a href="#chapter_xx">Ida Claims an Acquaintance</a></li> + <li><a href="#chapter_xxi">The Brûlée</a></li> + <li><a href="#chapter_xxii">Grenfell Goes on</a></li> + <li><a href="#chapter_xxiii">The Lode</a></li> + <li><a href="#chapter_xxiv">A Qualified Success</a></li> + <li><a href="#chapter_xxv">Stirling Gives Advice</a></li> + <li><a href="#chapter_xxvi">The Jumpers</a></li> + <li><a href="#chapter_xxvii">Saunders Takes Precautions</a></li> + <li><a href="#chapter_xxviii">Weston Stands Fast</a></li> + <li><a href="#chapter_xxix">The Fire</a></li> + <li><a href="#chapter_xxx">Defeat</a></li> + <li><a href="#chapter_xxxi">High-grade Ore</a></li> + <li><a href="#chapter_xxxii">Grenfell’s Gift</a></li> + </ol> + </div> + <!-- + THE GOLD TRAIL (internal title page) + [Blank Page] + --> + <p id="story_begin"><a class="pagenum" id="page1" title="1"></a>THE GOLD TRAIL</p> + <div class="chapter" id="chapter_i"> + <p class="chapter_heading">CHAPTER I</p> + + <h2 class="chapter_title">BOTTOMLESS SWAMP</h2> + + <p><span class="first_word">It</span> was Construction Foreman Cassidy who gave the + place its name when he answered his employer’s + laconic telegram. Stirling, the great contractor, frequently + expressed himself with forcible terseness; but + when he flung the message across to his secretary as he + sat one morning in his private room in an Ottawa + hotel, the latter raised his eyebrows questioningly. He + knew his employer in all his moods; and he was not in + the least afraid of him. There was, though most of + those who did business with him failed to perceive it, + a vein of almost extravagant generosity in Stirling’s + character.</p> + + <p>“Well,” said the latter, “isn’t the thing plain + enough?”</p> + + <p>The secretary smiled.</p> + + <p>“Oh, yes,” he said. “Still, I’m not sure they’ll send + it over the wires in quite that form.”</p> + + <p>His employer agreed to the modification he suggested, + and the message as despatched to Cassidy read + simply, “Why are you stopping?”</p> + + <p>After that the famous contractor busied himself + about other matters until he got the answer, “No bottom + to this swamp.”</p> + + <p>Then his indignation boiled over, as it sometimes + <a class="pagenum" id="page2" title="2"></a>did, for Stirling was a thick-necked, red-faced man + with a fiery temper and an indomitable will. He had + undertaken a good deal of difficult railroad work in + western Canada and never yet had been beaten. What + was more to the purpose, he had no intention of being + beaten now, or even delayed, by a swamp that had no + bottom. He had grappled with hard rock and sliding + snow, had overcome professional rivals, and had made + his influence felt by politicians; and, though he had left + middle-age behind, he still retained his full vigor of + body and freedom of speech. When he had explained + what he thought of Cassidy he turned again to his + secretary.</p> + + <p>“Arrange for a private car,” he said. “I’ll go along + to-morrow and make them jump.”</p> + + <p>The secretary, who fancied there would be trouble + in the construction camp during the next few days, felt + inclined to be sorry for Cassidy as he went out to make + the necessary arrangements for his employer’s journey + west.</p> + + <p>Stirling had spent a busy morning when he met his + daughter Ida and her friends at lunch. He did not + belong to Ottawa. His offices were in Montreal; but + as Ottawa is the seat of the government he had visited + it at the request of certain railroad potentates and other + magnates of political influence. With him he had + brought his daughter and three of her English friends, + for Ida had desired to show them the capital. He had + no great opinion of the man and the two women in + question. He said that they made him tired, and + sometimes in confidence to his secretary he went rather + further than that; but at the same time he was willing + to bear with them, if the fact that he did so afforded + Ida any pleasure. Ida Stirling was an unusually fortunate + young woman, in so far, at least, as that she had + <a class="pagenum" id="page3" title="3"></a>only to mention any desire that it was in her father’s + power to gratify. He was a strenuous man, whose + work was his life; subtle where that work was concerned + when force, which he preferred, was not advisable, + but crudely direct and simple as regards almost + everything else.</p> + + <p>“I’m going west across the Rockies to-morrow,” + he said. “We’ll have a private car on the Pacific + express. You’d better bring these folk along and show + them the Mountain Province.”</p> + + <p>Ida was pleased with the idea; and Stirling and his + party started west on the morrow.</p> + + <p>In the meanwhile, Construction Foreman Cassidy + was spending an anxious time. He was red-haired + and irascible, Canadian by adoption and Hibernian by + descent, a man of no ideas beyond those connected with + railroad building, which was, however, very much what + one would have expected, for the chief attribute of the + men who are building up the western Dominion is their + power of concentration. Though there were greater + men above Cassidy who would get the credit, it was due + chiefly to his grim persistency that the branch road had + been blasted out of the mountainside, made secure from + sliding snow, and flung on dizzy trestles over thundering + rivers, until at last it reached the swamp which, in + his own simple words, had no bottom.</p> + + <p>There are other places like it in the Mountain Province + of British Columbia. Giant ranges, whose peaks + glimmer with the cold gleam of never-melting snow, + shut in the valley. Great pine forests clothe their + lower slopes, and a green-stained river leaps roaring + out of the midst of them. The new track wound + through their shadow, a double riband of steel, until it + broke off abruptly where a creek that poured out of the + hills had spread itself among the trees. The latter + <a class="pagenum" id="page4" title="4"></a>dwindled and rotted, and black depths of mire lay + among their crawling roots, forming what is known + in that country as a muskeg. There was a deep, blue + lake on the one hand, and on the other scarped slopes + of rock that the tract could not surmount; and for a + time Cassidy and his men had floundered knee-deep, + and often deeper, among the roots while they plied the + ax and saw. Then they dumped in carload after carload + of rock and gravel; but the muskeg absorbed it and + waited for more. It was apparently insatiable; and, + for Cassidy drove them savagely, the men’s tempers + grew shorter under the strain, until some, who had + drawn a sufficient proportion of their wages to warrant + it, rolled up their blankets and walked out reviling him. + Still, most of them stayed with the task and toiled on + sullenly in the mire under a scorching heat, for it was + summer in the wilderness.</p> + + <p>Affairs were in this condition when Clarence + Weston crawled out of the swamp one evening and sat + down on a cedar log before he followed his comrades + up the track, though he supposed that supper would + shortly be laid out in the sleeping-shanty. The sunlight + that flung lurid flecks of color upon the western side of + the fir trunks beat upon his dripping face, which, + though a little worn and grim just then, was otherwise + a pleasant face of the fair English type. In fact, + though he had been some years in the country, Englishman + was unmistakably stamped upon him. He was + attired scantily and simply in a very old blue shirt, and + trousers, which also had once been blue, of duck; and + just then he was very weary, and more than a little + lame.</p> + + <p>He had cut himself about the ankle when chopping + a week earlier, and though the wound had partly healed + his foot was still painful. There were also a good + <a class="pagenum" id="page5" title="5"></a>many other scars and bruises upon his body, for the cost + of building a western railroad is usually heavy. Still, + he had an excellent constitution, and was, while not particularly + brilliant as a rule, at least whimsically contented + in mind. His comrades called him the Kid, or + the English Kid, perhaps on account of a certain delicacy + of manner and expression which he had somehow + contrived to retain, though he had spent several years + in logging camps, and his age was close onto twenty-five.</p> + + <p>While he sat there with the shovel that had worn + his hands hard lying at his feet, Cassidy, who had not + recovered from the interview he had had with Stirling + that morning, strode by, hot and out of temper, and + then stopped and swung round on him.</p> + + <p>“Too stiff to get up hustle before the mosquitoes + eat you, when supper’s ready?” he said.</p> + + <p>Weston glanced down at his foot.</p> + + <p>“I was on the gravel bank all afternoon. It’s steep. + Seemed to wrench the cut.”</p> + + <p>“Well,” said Cassidy, “I’ve no kind of use for a + man who doesn’t know enough to keep himself from + getting hurt. You have got to get that foot better right + away or get out.”</p> + + <p>He shook a big, hard fist at the swamp.</p> + + <p>“How’m I going to fill up that pit with a crowd of + stiffs and deadbeats like those I’m driving now? You + make me tired!”</p> + + <p>He did not wait for an answer to the query, but + plodded away; and Weston sat still a few minutes + longer, with a wry smile in his eyes. He resented being + over-driven, though he was more or less used to it, and + now and then he found his superior’s vitriolic comments + upon his efforts almost intolerably galling. Still he had + sense enough to realize that the remedy open to him + <a class="pagenum" id="page6" title="6"></a>was a somewhat hazardous one, because, while it would + be easy to walk out of the construction camp, industrial + activity just then was unusually slack in the Mountain + Province. Besides, he was willing to admit that there + were excuses for Cassidy, and there was a certain quiet + tenacity in him. He was also aware that the man with + little money has generally a good deal to bear, for + Weston was one who could learn by experience, though + that faculty was not one that hitherto had characterized + the family from which he sprang.</p> + + <p>None of the Westons had ever been remarkable for + genius—a fact of which they were rather proud than + otherwise. They had for several generations been content + to be men of local importance in a secluded nook + of rural England, which is not the kind of life that is + conducive to original thought or enterprising action. + They had chosen wives like themselves from among + their neighbors, and it was perhaps in several respects + not altogether fortunate for Clarence Weston that his + mother had been ultra-conservative in her respect for + traditions, since he had inherited one side of her nature. + Still, in her case, at least, the respect had been idealistic, + and the traditions of the highest; and though she had + died when he was eighteen she had instilled into him a + certain delicacy of sentiment and a simple, chivalrous + code that had somewhat hampered him in the rough + life he had led in the Canadian Dominion.</p> + + <p>As a very young man he had quarreled with his + father over a matter trifling in itself, but each had clung + to his opinions with the obstinacy of men who have + few ideas to spare, and Clarence had gone out to seek + his fortune in western Canada. He had naturally + failed to find it, and the first discovery that there was + apparently nobody in that wide country who was ready + <a class="pagenum" id="page7" title="7"></a>to appraise either his mental attainments or his bodily + activity at the value of his board was a painful shock + to the sanguine lad. That first year was a bad one to + him, but he set his teeth and quietly bore all that befell + him; the odd, brutal task, paid for at half the usual + wages, the frequent rebuffs, the long nights spent shelterless + in the bush, utter weariness, and often downright + hunger. It was a hard school, but it taught him much, + and he graduated as a man, strong and comely of body, + and resolute of mind. What was more, he had, though + he scarcely realized it, after all, only left behind in + England a cramped life embittered by a steady shrinkage + in the rent roll and as steady an increase in taxation + and expenses. His present life was clean, and governed + by a code of crude and austere simplicity. His mother’s + spirit was in him, and, being what he was, there were + things he could not do. He did not attempt to reason + about them. The knowledge was borne in upon him + instinctively.</p> + + <p>He rose, by and by, and, for he was hungry, limped + on to the sleeping-shanty of the construction gang. It + was built of logs and roofed with rough cedar shingles + hand-split on the spot. The sun beat hot upon them, + and they diffused a faint aromatic fragrance, refreshing + as the scent of vinegar, into the long, unfloored room, + which certainly needed something of the kind. It + reeked with stale tobacco-smoke, the smell of cookery, + and the odors of frowsy clothes. A row of bunks, + filled with spruce twigs and old brown blankets, ran + down one side of it, a very rude table down the other, + and a double row of men with bronzed faces, in dusty + garments, sat about the latter, eating voraciously. + Fifteen minutes was, at the outside, the longest time + they ever wasted on a meal.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page8" title="8"></a>That evening, however, they were singularly short + of temper, for Cassidy had driven them mercilessly all + day, and, though not usually fastidious, the supper was + not to their liking. The hash was burnt; the venison, + for one of them had shot a deer, had been hung too + long; while the dessert, a great pie of desiccated fruits, + had been baked to a flinty hardness. That was the last + straw; for in the Mountain Province the lumber and + railroad gangs as a rule work hard and live well; and + when the cans of green tea had been emptied the growls + culminated in a call for the cook.</p> + + <p>He came forward and stood before them, a little, + shaky, gray-haired wreck of a man, with the signs of + indulgence plain upon him. Whisky is scarce in that + country, but it is obtainable, and Grenfell generally + procured a good deal of it. The man was evidently in + a state of apprehension, and he shrank back a little + when a big, grim-faced chopper ladled out a great plateful + of the burnt stew from a vessel on the stove.</p> + + <p>“Now,” he said, “you’ve been spoiling supper too + often lately, and I guess we’ve got to teach you plain, + cookery. Sit right down and get that hash inside you.”</p> + + <p>The man protested that he had had his supper + before they came in; whereupon the other seized him + by the shoulders and thrust him down roughly into a + seat at the table.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said, “you’ve got to have a little more. + If it’s good enough for us, boys, it’s not going to hurt + him.”</p> + + <p>There was a murmur of concurrence when he + looked around at the rest; and the cook, seeing no help + for it, made a valiant attempt to eat a little of the greasy + mess. Then he revolted from it and glanced at his + companions supplicatingly.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page9" title="9"></a>“I can’t do it, boys. You’ll let me off?” he pleaded.</p> + + <p>None of the rest showed any sign of relenting. + They were inclined to be pitiless then, and the rude + justice of the chopper’s idea appealed to them.</p> + + <p>“When you’ve cleaned up that plate,” said one.</p> + + <p>The victim made a second futile attempt, and, after + waiting some minutes for him to proceed, they decided + that it was too hot in the shed, so, conveying him outside, + they seated him on a great fir stump sawed off + several feet above the ground, with the plate beside him. + Then they took out their pipes and sat around to enjoy + the spectacle. As a rule there is very little cruelty in + men of their kind; but they were very human, and the + cook had robbed them of a meal somewhat frequently of + late. Besides, they had smarted all day under Cassidy’s + bitter tongue, and they felt that they must retaliate upon + somebody. No one said anything for several minutes, + and then the big chopper once more approached his + victim.</p> + + <p>“Now,” he said, “since you have to go through with + it, you may as well start in. If you don’t, I’ll put the + blame stuff down your throat.”</p> + + <p>It was, perhaps, no more than justice, for the cook + was paid well; but there was one man in the assembly + to whom this did not altogether appeal. The victim + was frail and helpless, a watery-eyed, limp bundle of + nerves, with, nevertheless, a pitiful suggestion of outward + dignity still clinging to him, though his persecutors + would have described him aptly as a whisky + tank. The former fact was sufficient for Weston, who + did not stop to think out the matter, but rose and strode + quietly toward the fir stump.</p> + + <p>“I think this thing has gone far enough, boys. + You’ll have to let him off,” he said.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page10" title="10"></a>“No, sir,” said the big chopper. “He’s going right + through. Anyway, it’s not your trouble. Light out + before we rope you in too.”</p> + + <p>Weston did not move until three or four more + strode forward hastily, when he stooped for an ax that + lay handy and swung it round his head. It came down + with a crash on the plate, and the hash was scattered + over the withered redwood twigs. Then, while a growl + expressive of astonishment as well as anger went up, + the chopper scraped up part of the stew with red soil + and fir twigs mixed in it.</p> + + <p>“He has got to eat it, and then I’ll tend to you. + You’ll see that they don’t get away, boys,” he said.</p> + + <p>Weston clearly had no intention of attempting to do + so, and the cook would have found it hopeless, for the + rest closed round the stump in a contracting ring. + While they knew that Cassidy had been summoned to + Stirling’s car, they were unaware that there were other + spectators of the little drama. Two young women had, + however, just emerged from among the towering firs + that hemmed in the muskeg. One was attired elaborately + in light garments and a big hat that appeared + very much out of place in that aisle of tremendous + forest, but there was a difference between her and her + companion. The latter knew the bush, and was dressed + simply in a close-fitting robe of gray. She held herself + well, and there was something that suggested quiet + imperiousness in her attitude and expression. This + was, perhaps, not altogether unnatural, for hitherto + when Ida Stirling desired anything that her father’s + money could obtain her wish was gratified. She laid + her hand warningly on her companion’s arm, and drew + her back into the shadow of the firs.</p> + + <p>“I really don’t think we need go away,” she said. + “They won’t notice us, and you will probably see something + <a class="pagenum" id="page11" title="11"></a>that is supposed to be characteristically western, + though I’m not sure that it really is.”</p> + + <p>The meaning of the scene was tolerably plain to + both of them. The little cleared space formed a natural + amphitheater walled in by somber ranks of pines; and, + standing higher, they could see over the heads of the + clustering men. There was no difficulty in identifying + the victim, the persecutor and the champion, for + Weston stood stripped to blue shirt and trousers, with + the big ax in his hand and his head thrown back a trifle, + gazing with curiously steady eyes at the expectant faces + before him. Then as two or three of the men drew in + closer he raised his free hand.</p> + + <p>“This thing lies between Jake and me, and I’m + open to deal with him,” he said. “Still, I’ve got the ax + here if more of you stand in.”</p> + + <p>The man scarcely raised his voice, but it was clear + that he was quietly and dangerously resolute. Indeed, + his attitude rather pleased some of the rest, for there + was a fresh murmuring, and a cry of, “Give the Kid a + show!”</p> + + <p>Then, and nobody was afterward quite certain who + struck first, the trial by combat suddenly commenced. + There are very few rules attached to it in that country, + where men do not fight by formula but with the one + purpose of deciding the matter in the quickest way + possible; and in another moment the two had clinched. + They fell against the tree stump and reeled clear again, + swaying, gasping, and striking when they could. It is + probable that the Canadian was the stronger man, but, + as it happened, his antagonist had been born among + the dales of northern England, where wrestling is still + held as an art. In a few minutes he hurled the chopper + off his feet, and a hoarse clamor went up, through + which there broke a shout:</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page12" title="12"></a>“The Kid has him!”</p> + + <p>Then the two men went down together, heavily, and + rolled over and over, until Cassidy came running down + the track and burst through the ring of onlookers. In + one hand he carried a peevie, a big wooden lever with + an iron hook on it, such as men use in rolling fir logs. + He belabored the pair with it impartially, and it was + evident that he was not in the least particular as to + whether he hurt them or not. Loosing their hold on + each other they staggered to their feet with the red dust + thick on their flushed faces.</p> + + <p>Cassidy flourished the peevie.</p> + + <p>“Now,” he cried, “is it fighting ye want?”</p> + + <p>There was a burst of laughter; and the assembly + broke up when Cassidy hustled the chopper off the field. + The cook, with commendable discretion, had slipped + away quietly in the meanwhile, and the two young + women, whom nobody had noticed, turned back among + the firs. The girl in the elaborate draperies laughed.</p> + + <p>“I suppose it was a little brutal, and we shouldn’t + have stayed,” she said. “Still, in a sense the attitude + of the one they called the Kid was rather fine. I could + have made quite a striking sketch of him.”</p> + + <p>Ida Stirling made no direct reply to this, but, as she + found afterward, the scene had fixed itself on her + memory. Still it was not the intent men or the stately + clustering pines that she recalled most clearly; it was + the dominant central figure, standing almost statuesque, + with head tilted slightly backward, and both hands + clenched on the big ax haft.</p> + + <p>“The man they were tormenting must have done + something to vex them. They really are not quarrelsome,” + she said.</p> + </div> + <div class="chapter" id="chapter_ii"> + <p class="chapter_heading"><a class="pagenum" id="page13" title="13"></a>CHAPTER II</p> + + <h2 class="chapter_title">THE PACKER</h2> + + <p><span class="first_word">Weston</span> was engaged with several others flinging + gravel into a flat car with a long-hafted shovel + the next morning when Cassidy strode up the track; + and, though the men already had been working hard, + they quickened the pace a little when they saw him. He + could tell at a glance whether a man were doing his + utmost, and nothing less would satisfy him. He knew + also exactly how many cubic yards of soil or gravel + could be handled by any particular gang. If the quantity + fell short, there was usually trouble. However, he + said nothing to the others that morning, but beckoned + Weston aside, and stood a moment or two looking at + him, with a grimly whimsical twinkle in his eyes.</p> + + <p>Weston had not suffered greatly during the struggle + of the previous evening, but there was a discolored + bruise on one of his cheeks and a big lump on his forehead. + He was glad to stand still a moment, for he had + been shoveling gravel for several hours, and that is an + occupation that conduces to an unpleasant stiffness + about the waist. He was, however, somewhat puzzled + by the red-haired Cassidy’s sardonic grin.</p> + + <p>“Well,” said the latter, with an air of reflection, “I + guess you might do if you got a piece of raw steak from + the cook and tied it around your face.”</p> + + <p>“For what?” asked Weston, sharply.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page14" title="14"></a>“For a packer. The boss’s friends are going camping + in the bush.”</p> + + <p>Weston did not answer immediately, for in that + country, where roads are still singularly scarce, packing + usually means the transporting of heavy loads upon + one’s back. The smaller ranchers are as a rule adept at + it, and when it is necessary, as it sometimes is, will + cheerfully walk over a mountain range with a big sack + of flour or other sundries bound upon their shoulders. + Four or five leagues is not considered too great a distance + to pack a bushel or two of seed potatoes, or even a + table for the ranch, and Weston, who had reasons for + being aware that work of the kind is at least as arduous + as shoveling gravel, did not feel greatly tempted by the + offer. Cassidy seemed to guess what he was thinking.</p> + + <p>“It’s a soft thing I’m putting you on to, as a special + favor,” he explained. “It will be up-river most of the + way, and I’ve got a couple of Siwash to pole the canoes. + All you have to do is the cooking, make camp, and tend + to Miss Stirling’s friends when they go fishing.” He + waved his hand, and added, as though to clinch the + argument, “I’ve known people of that kind to give a + man that pleased them ten dollars.”</p> + + <p>Weston’s face flushed a little, but he said he would + go; and the next day the party started up-river in two + Indian canoes. Besides Weston and the dark-skinned + Siwash packers, it consisted of four: a tall, elderly + man called Kinnaird, with the stamp of a military + training plain upon him; his little, quiet wife; his + daughter, who was somewhat elaborately dressed; and + Ida Stirling. Kinnaird and his daughter traveled in + the larger canoe with the Indians and the camp gear, + and Mrs. Kinnaird and Miss Stirling with Weston in + the other.</p> + + <p>Though Weston was more or less accustomed to + <a class="pagenum" id="page15" title="15"></a>the work, he found the first few hours sufficiently + arduous. It is not an easy matter to propel a loaded + canoe against a strong stream with a single paddle, and + it is almost as difficult to pole her alone; while there + were two long portages to make, when the craft and + everything in them had to be hauled painfully over a + stretch of very rough boulders. Kinnaird took his share + in it, and Weston was quite willing to permit him to do + so; but the latter was floundering toward the canoes + alone, with a heavy load on his shoulders, when he came + to a sharply sloped and slippery ledge of rock. It was + very hot in the deep valley, and the white stones and + flashing river flung up a blaze of light into his eyes; + while he limped a little under his burden, for his foot + was still painful. He had no idea that anybody was + watching him; and, when he slipped and, falling + heavily, rolled down part of the slope, scattering the + packages about him, he relieved his feelings with a few + vitriolic comments upon the luxurious habits of the + people who had compelled him to carry so many of their + superfluous comforts through the bush. Then he set + about gathering up the sundries he had dropped. First + of all he came upon a lady’s parasol, white outside and + lined with green. He regarded it with a rueful smile + when he had tried and failed to open it.</p> + + <p>“Trouble ahead,” he commented. “It cost eight or + nine dollars anyway, and now it’s broken.”</p> + + <p>Then he came to a rather big valise, which swung + open and poured out part of its contents when he lifted + it by the handle. They seemed to consist of voluminous + folds of delicate fabric and lace, and he was gazing at + them and wondering how they were to be got back into + the bag when he heard a voice behind him.</p> + + <p>“Will you kindly put that down?” it said.</p> + + <p>Weston dropped the bag in his astonishment; and, + <a class="pagenum" id="page16" title="16"></a>swinging around suddenly, he saw Miss Stirling standing + in the shadow of a great cedar. He had been too + busy during the journey up the river to pay much attention + to her; but now it occurred to him that she was not + only pretty but very much in harmony with her surroundings. + The simple, close-fitting gray dress which, + though he did not know this, had cost a good many + dollars, displayed a pretty and not over-slender figure, + and fitted in with the neutral tinting of the towering fir + trunks and the sunlit boulders, while the plain white + hat with bent-down brim formed an appropriate setting + for the delicately-colored face beneath it. Still, Weston + scarcely noticed any particular points in Miss Stirling’s + appearance just then, for he was subconsciously impressed + by her personality as a whole. There was + something in her dress and manner that he would have + described vaguely as style, though it was a style he had + not often come across in the west, where he had for the + most part lived in the bush. She was evidently a little + younger than himself, but she had the quiet air of one + accustomed to command, which, as a matter of fact, + was the case.</p> + + <p>Then he wondered with a slight uneasiness whether + she had heard all that he said when he fell down. He + fancied that she had, for there was the faintest trace of + amusement in her eyes. They met his own steadily, + though he was not sure whether they were gray or blue, + or a very light brown. Indeed, he was never quite sure + of this, for they changed curiously with the light.</p> + + <p>Then she came toward him and looked at the valise.</p> + + <p>“It was locked when I gave it to you,” she said, + with a trace of severity.</p> + + <p>“Well,” answered Weston, “it doesn’t seem to be + locked now. I think I remember noticing that you left + <a class="pagenum" id="page17" title="17"></a>the key in it; but it’s gone. It must have fallen out. + I’ll look for it.”</p> + + <p>He looked for some time, and, failing to find it, + walked back to the girl.</p> + + <p>“I’m afraid it’s in the river,” he said. “Still, you + see, the bag is open.”</p> + + <p>“That,” replied Miss Stirling, “is unfortunately + evident. I want it shut.”</p> + + <p>Weston glanced at the protruding garments with + which she seemed to be busy.</p> + + <p>“I’m very sorry,” he said. “I dare say I could + squeeze these things back into it.”</p> + + <p>He was going to do so when Miss Stirling took the + bag away from him.</p> + + <p>“No,” she said a trifle quickly, “I don’t think you + could.”</p> + + <p>Then it occurred to Weston that his offer had, perhaps, + not been altogether tactful, and he was sensible + of a certain confusion, at which he was slightly astonished. + He did not remember having been readily subject + to fits of embarrassment when in England, though + there he had never served as porter to people of his own + walk in life. Turning away, he collected a waterproof + carry-all, a big rubber ground sheet, another parasol, a + sketching stool, and a collapsible easel, which also + appeared to be damaged. Then as he knelt down and + roped them and the valise together he looked at the girl.</p> + + <p>“I’m afraid Miss Kinnaird will be a little angry, + for I think that easel thing won’t open out,” he said. + “I’m awfully sorry.”</p> + + <p>Now “awfully sorry” is not a western colloquialism, + and the girl looked at him attentively. She liked his + voice, and she rather liked his face, which, since he had + not been called the Kid for nothing, was ingenuous. + <a class="pagenum" id="page18" title="18"></a>She laughed a little. Then she remembered something + she had noticed.</p> + + <p>“Well,” she observed, “I suppose you couldn’t help + it. That load was too heavy; and aren’t you a little + lame?”</p> + + <p>“Not always,” said Weston. “I cut my foot a little + while ago. If it hadn’t been for that I shouldn’t have + fallen down and broken Miss Kinnaird’s things.”</p> + + <p>“And mine!”</p> + + <p>“And yours,” admitted Weston. “As I said, I’m + particularly sorry. Still, if you will let me have the + bag afterward I can, perhaps, mend the lock. You see, + I assisted a general jobbing mechanic.”</p> + + <p>Ida Stirling flashed a quick glance at him. He had + certainly a pleasant voice, and his manner was whimsically + deferential.</p> + + <p>“Why didn’t you stay with him?” she asked. + “Mending plows and wagons must have been easier + than track-grading.”</p> + + <p>Weston’s eyes twinkled.</p> + + <p>“He said I made him tired; and the fact is I mended + a clock. That is, I tried—it was rather a good one + when I got hold of it.”</p> + + <p>The girl laughed, and the laugh set them on good + terms with each other. Then she said:</p> + + <p>“That load is far too heavy for you to climb over + these boulders with when you have an injured foot. + You can give me the valise, at least.”</p> + + <p>“No,” said Weston, resolutely, “this is a good deal + easier than shoveling gravel, as well as pleasanter; and + the foot really doesn’t trouble me very much. Besides, + if I hadn’t cut it, Cassidy wouldn’t have sent me here.”</p> + + <p>He was, however, mistaken in supposing that the + construction foreman had been influenced only by a + desire to get rid of a man who was to some extent + <a class="pagenum" id="page19" title="19"></a>incapacitated. As a matter of fact, Miss Stirling, who + had been rather pleased with the part he had played + two days ago, had, when her father insisted on her + taking a white man as well as the Indians, given + Cassidy instructions that he should be sent. Still, she + naturally did not mention this, and indeed said nothing + of any account while they went on to the canoes.</p> + + <p>It was slacker water above the rapid; and all afternoon + they slid slowly up on deep, winding reaches of + the still, green river. Sometimes it flashed under dazzling + sunshine, but at least as often they moved through + the dim shadow of towering pines that rolled, rank on + rank, somber and stately, up the steep hillside, while + high above them all rose tremendous ramparts of eternal + snow. Then, as the sun dipped behind the great + mountain wall, the clean, aromatic fragrance of pine + and fir and cedar crept into the cooling air, and a stillness + so deep that it became almost oppressive descended + upon the lonely valley. The splash of pole or paddle + broke through it with a startling distinctness, and the + faint gurgle at the bows became curiously intensified. + The pines grew slower, blacker and more solemn; filmy + trails of mist crawled out from among the hollows of + the hills; and the still air was charged with an elixir-like + quality when Weston ran his canoe ashore.</p> + + <p>While he and the Indians set about erecting a couple + of tents, he saw Miss Kinnaird standing near him and + gazing up across the misty pines toward the green + transparency that still hung above the blue-white gleam + of snow.</p> + + <p>“This,” she said to Miss Stirling, “is really wonderful. + One can’t get hold of it at once. It’s tremendous.”</p> + + <p>The smallest of the pines rose two hundred feet + above her; and they ran up until they dwindled to + insignificance far aloft at the foot of a great scarp of + <a class="pagenum" id="page20" title="20"></a>rock that rose beyond them for a thousand feet or so + and then gave place in turn to climbing fields of snow.</p> + + <p>The girl, who was an artist, drew in her breath.</p> + + <p>“Switzerland and Norway. It’s like them both—and + yet it grips you harder than either,” she added. “I + suppose it’s because there are no hotels, or steamers. + Probably very few white people have ever been here + before.”</p> + + <p>“I really don’t think many have,” said Ida Stirling.</p> + + <p>Then Miss Kinnaird laughed softly as she glanced + at her attire.</p> + + <p>“I must take off these fripperies. They’re out of + key,” she said. “One ought to wear deerskins, or something + of that kind here.”</p> + + <p>Weston heard nothing further, and remembered + that, after all, the girl’s sentiments were no concern of + his. It was his business to prepare the supper and wait + on the party; and he set about it. Darkness had + descended upon the valley when he laid the plates of + indurated ware on a strip of clean white shingle, and + then drawing back a few yards sat down beneath the + first of the pines in case they needed anything further. + A fire blazed and crackled between two small logs felled + for the purpose and rolled close together, and its flickering + light fell upon him and those who sat at supper, + except at times when it faded suddenly and the shadows + closed in again. He was then attired picturesquely in a + fringed deerskin jacket dressed by some of the Blackfeet + across the Rockies. Kinnaird, who had once or + twice glanced in his direction, gazed hard at him.</p> + + <p>“Have you ever been in India?” he asked.</p> + + <p>“No, sir,” said Weston in a formal manner, though + “sir” is not often used deferentially in western Canada.</p> + + <p>Kinnaird appeared thoughtful.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said, “I can’t help thinking that I have + <a class="pagenum" id="page21" title="21"></a>come across you somewhere before. I have a good + memory for faces, and yours is familiar.”</p> + + <p>“I have never seen you until to-day,” said Weston. + “I don’t remember your name, either.”</p> + + <p>“The curious thing,” persisted Kinnaird, “is that + while I can’t quite locate you I am almost sure I am + right. What makes me feel more certain is that, + though you were younger then, you have grown into + the man I should have expected you to.” Then he + laughed. “Anyway, it’s clear that you don’t remember + me.”</p> + + <p>He turned to the others, and Miss Kinnaird asked + for more coffee, after which Weston, who brought it, + sat still again to wait until he could take away the + plates. It was evident that his presence placed no restraint + on the conversation. At length he became suddenly + intent. Kinnaird was contrasting Canada and + England for Miss Stirling’s benefit.</p> + + <p>“Of course,” he said, “we have nothing like this, + but in the north, at least, we have odd bits of rugged + grandeur where the wildness of the hills about one is + emphasized by the green fertility of the valleys. There + is a typical place where we spent a few months last year + that I should like you to see. If you come back with us, + as you half promised, we will take you there.”</p> + + <p>Weston leaned forward a little, for he had still a + curious tenderness for the land of the fells and dales in + which he had been born. He did not know that Ida + Stirling, who had watched him closely when Kinnaird + addressed him, had now fixed her eyes on him again. + The latter turned to her as he proceeded.</p> + + <p>“The old house,” he said, “would make a picture + in itself with its little stone-ribbed windows, and the + much older square tower and curtain wall that form + one wing. There is a terraced garden in front, and a + <a class="pagenum" id="page22" title="22"></a>stream comes frothing out of a wooded ghyll at the + foot of it.”</p> + + <p>Weston started, for there was no doubt that the + house Kinnaird described was the one in which he had + been born. As it happened, the firelight fell upon his + intent face as he waited for the answer, when Miss + Stirling, who had missed his start, asked a question:</p> + + <p>“The people who owned it were friends of yours?”</p> + + <p>“No,” said Kinnaird, “I never saw them. I took + the place through an agency for the rough shooting and + as a change from London. They had to let it and live + in a neighboring town. The result of slack management + and agricultural depression, I believe.”</p> + + <p>Weston set his lips. He had written home once + rejecting a proposition made him, and his people had + afterward apparently forgotten him. He had made up + his mind that he would not trouble them again, at least + while he toiled as a track-grader or a hired man; but + now, when it seemed that trouble had come upon them, + he regretted many things.</p> + + <p>Kinnaird signed to him that he might take away + the plates, and he gathered them up, scarcely conscious + of what he was doing, and then stumbled and dropped + the pile of them. Though made of indurated fiber, they + fell with a startling clatter, and Kinnaird looked at him + sharply as he picked them up; but in another few moments + he had vanished beyond the range of the firelight + into the shadows of the bush.</p> + + <p>Ida Stirling had, however, noticed enough to arouse + a young woman’s curiosity, especially as there was a + suggestion of romance in it, and before she went to + sleep she thought a good deal about the man she had + never seen until two days ago.</p> + </div> + <div class="chapter" id="chapter_iii"> + <p class="chapter_heading"><a class="pagenum" id="page23" title="23"></a>CHAPTER III</p> + + <h2 class="chapter_title">THE MODEL</h2> + + <p><span class="first_word">The</span> morning broke clear and still across the + scented bush, and Miss Kinnaird and Ida Stirling, + who had been awakened early by the wonderful + freshness in the mountain air, strolled some distance + out of camp. For a time they wandered through + shadowy aisles between the tremendous trunks, + breathing in sweet resinous odors, and then, soon + after the first sunrays came slanting across a mountain + shoulder, they came out upon a head of rock above the + river. A hemlock had fallen athwart it, and they sat + down where they could look out upon a majestic panorama + of towering rock and snow.</p> + + <p>Arabella Kinnaird gazed at it intently when she + had shaken some of the dew from the frills and folds + of her rather bedraggled skirt.</p> + + <p>“It will never be quite the same again,” she observed, + evidently in reference to the latter, and then + waved one hand as though to indicate the panorama, + for she was usually voluble and disconnected in her + conversation. “This, as I said last night, is wonderful—in + fact, it almost oppresses one. It makes one + feel so little, and I’m not sure that I like that, though + no doubt it does one good.”</p> + + <p>Her companion smiled.</p> + + <p>“Aren’t you going to paint it?” she asked.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page24" title="24"></a>Miss Kinnaird pursed up her face, which was a + trick she had.</p> + + <p>“Oh,” she said, “I don’t know. After all, portraiture + is my specialty, and this silent grandeur is a little + beyond my interpretation.”</p> + + <p>She paused, and added the next few words in an + authoritative manner, as though she had a truth of + some consequence to deliver:</p> + + <p>“The difficulty is that you really can’t interpret + anything until you are quite sure what it means. You + see, I’m feverishly restless by temperament, and accustomed + to indulge in all kinds of petty, purposeless + activities. They are petty, though the major calls + them duties—social duties—and being, I’m afraid, a + rather frivolous person in spite of my love of art, they + appeal to me.”</p> + + <p>Ida said nothing. It was not necessary, and as a + rule not advisable, to encourage Arabella Kinnaird + when she commenced, as she sometimes described it, + to talk seriously; and she rattled on:</p> + + <p>“My dear, I’m all appreciation, and graciously + pleased with the wonders that you are showing me; + but still this valley strikes me as being short of something. + It’s too calm and quiet. Even Eden was not + complete until man appeared in it, though, as usual, he + made trouble shortly afterward. It is a thing he has + kept on doing ever since.”</p> + + <p>Ida laughed.</p> + + <p>“I’m not sure you’re sticking to historical facts,” + she said.</p> + + <p>“Facts,” returned her companion, “don’t count + for much with me. I deal in impressions; and sometimes + I feel full of them. I could astonish everybody + if I could get them out; but that, of course, is the + difficulty. Feeling, unfortunately, isn’t quite the same + <a class="pagenum" id="page25" title="25"></a>thing as power of expression. Still, you asked me + what I thought about these mountains, and I’m trying + to tell you. You have brought it on yourself, you see. + The key-tone of this place is an almost overwhelming + tranquillity. One rather shrinks from that kind of + thing when one is not used to it, and longs to do something + to disturb it. It’s a natural impulse. When you + see a smooth sheet of ice you generally look for a big + stone with which to smash it.”</p> + + <p>She swung around and favored her companion + with a glance of critical scrutiny; and there was no + reason why Ida Stirling should shrink from it. She + sat leaning forward, looking out at the mountains + with steady eyes that had a half-smile in them. Her + attitude was reposeful and her face quiet; but there + was something in both that faintly suggested a decided + character.</p> + + <p>“I don’t think I’m readily disturbed,” she said.</p> + + <p>“No,” answered her companion reflectively, “but + the disturbance will no doubt come. You’re in harmony + with the key-tone of this valley; but too much + serenity isn’t good for me; and it’s probable that nobody + ever retains it very long. There’s always the + disturbing element in a world that’s full of men. It + was, as I remarked, man who brought trouble into + Paradise.”</p> + + <p>Miss Kinnaird was addicted to talking a good deal + of nonsense, and she frequently wearied her listeners; + but there was a certain shrewdness in her, and at times + she got near the truth. Indeed, her companion afterward + decided that she had done so in this case. Ida + Stirling had met many rising young men, and some + who had made their mark, but none of them had + aroused in her the faintest thrill of unrest or passion. + So far, the depths of her nature had remained wholly + <a class="pagenum" id="page26" title="26"></a>unstirred. One could almost have told it from her + laugh as she answered her companion’s last observation.</p> + + <p>“I thought it was woman’s curiosity,” she said; + and then remembered suddenly that on the previous + evening she had certainly been a trifle curious about + the strange packer from the railroad gang.</p> + + <p>Miss Kinnaird made no reply to this; but in a + moment she stretched out a pointing hand.</p> + + <p>“Now,” she said, “the disturbing element is obtruding + itself.”</p> + + <p>Farther down the river there was a flash of something + white amidst the pale green shimmer of the + flood. Ida rose, but her companion beckoned her to + sit down again.</p> + + <p>“Oh,” she said, a trifle impatiently, “don’t be + prudish. He’s ever so far off, and I’ve never had an + opportunity to study anybody swimming.”</p> + + <p>It was, of course, Weston, who supposed himself + far enough from camp not to be troubled by spectators, + swimming with a powerful side-stroke upstream. + Ida sat down again, and both of them + watched him as he drew a little nearer. So many + times every minute his left arm swept out into the + sunlight as he flung it forward with far-stretched + palm. It fell with the faintest splash, and there was + a little puff of spray as his head dipped and the water + washed across his lips. Then the white limbs flashed + amidst the green shining of the river, and the long, + lithe form contracted, gleaming as a salmon gleams + when it breaks the surface with the straining line. + The still river rippled, and a sun-bronzed face shot + half-clear again. Miss Kinnaird watched the swimmer’s + progress with open appreciation.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page27" title="27"></a>“Dancing,” she said didactically, “isn’t to be compared + with that! It’s the essence of rhythmic movement! + I must certainly study swimming. I wish + he’d come right on.”</p> + + <p>Ida was not sure that she agreed with her; and, + just then, Weston, swinging suddenly around, went + down into the green depths, and, shooting up with + white shoulders high above the water, swept away + again down-stream. Miss Kinnaird rose as he did so, + and turned back toward the camp.</p> + + <p>“That packer is rather fine, considered as a muscular + animal,” she said.</p> + + <p>Ida smiled at this, somewhat sardonically.</p> + + <p>“In your country you wouldn’t think of regarding him + as anything else. Doesn’t being an artist emancipate + one from the conventional point of view?”</p> + + <p>“No,” replied Miss Kinnaird reflectively, “it + doesn’t, that is, when you do not paint for your living—which, + of course, alters everything.”</p> + + <p>Then her eyes twinkled as she favored her companion + with a passable imitation of her father’s didactic + tone and manner.</p> + + <p>“As the major says, social distinctions are necessary + safeguards, and cannot lightly be disregarded. + If they were not, they could not have existed as long + as they have.”</p> + + <p>She laughed.</p> + + <p>“In the case of a man who has inherited his station + and his possessions,” she added, “it is a very natural + and comfortable creed.”</p> + + <p>“Ah,” said Ida, “my father worked in a sawmill.”</p> + + <p>She spoke quietly, but there was something in her + voice that warned her companion that there were subjects + upon which they might have a clash of opinion. + <a class="pagenum" id="page28" title="28"></a>In the east there is pride of possession; but the pride + of achievement, which is, perhaps, more logical, is + more common in the west.</p> + + <p>It was an hour later when Weston laid breakfast + before them; and Ida, who regarded him unobtrusively + with careful attention, decided that Arabella + Kinnaird was right. The packer, with his lean, symmetrical + litheness, his pleasant English face, his clear + eyes, and his clean, bronzed skin, was certainly well-favored physically, and she began to wonder whether + her companion could not have gone further in her + comments; until she remembered again that the commencement + of a good many troubles is probably + woman’s curiosity.</p> + + <p>The canoes were launched after breakfast, and + it was afternoon when they pitched camp beside a + still, blue lake. Then Major Kinnaird strolled away + with a trout-rod to a neighboring rapid, and Mrs. + Kinnaird went to sleep in a hammock. Her daughter + got out her sketch-book, and sitting down among the + boulders bade Ida summon Weston. He came, and + stood looking at them inquiringly, picturesque in his + wide hat and his fringed deerskin jacket. Miss Kinnaird + pursed up her face.</p> + + <p>“I want to make a sketch of you. You have rather + a good head,” she said.</p> + + <p>Weston gazed at her a moment in astonishment, + and then a twinkle crept into his eyes. Her matter-of-fact + brusqueness, which made it perfectly plain + that his views in the matter did not count, might have + roused a sense of opposition in some men, but he had + acquired a wide toleration in western Canada.</p> + + <p>“Shall I stand here, miss?” he asked.</p> + + <p>“No,” said the girl, “a little farther to the right, + <a class="pagenum" id="page29" title="29"></a>where the sunlight falls upon the trunks behind you; + but you mustn’t look wooden. That will do. Still, + you’ll have to take off that jacket. It’s frippery.”</p> + + <p>The suspicion of a flush crept into Weston’s face; + but, after all, a loose blue shirt and duck trousers are + considered dress enough in the bush of the Pacific + Slope, and he discarded the offending jacket. Miss + Kinnaird, however, was not quite satisfied.</p> + + <p>“Can’t you take up that ax and look as if you were + ready to use it?” she said. “Oh, no! That is far too + much like a waxwork! Hold up your head a little! + Now, don’t move any more than you can help! I + think that will do.”</p> + + <p>Weston stood as he was for the best part of an + hour. He felt inclined to wonder why he did it, as + he had not found shoveling gravel anything like so + difficult. Then Miss Kinnaird informed him that, as + she desired to make a study of the background, she + would not keep him any longer; and he strolled away + to the waterside, where, after stretching himself + wearily, he lay down and took out his pipe. He had + not been there long when Ida, who came out from + among the trees, sat down on one of the boulders not + far from him.</p> + + <p>“You must have been horribly cramped, but it + didn’t strike Miss Kinnaird, or she wouldn’t have kept + you there so long,” she said.</p> + + <p>“No,” answered Weston, reflectively, “I don’t + think it would strike Miss Kinnaird. She’s English, + isn’t she?”</p> + + <p>“Of course. But aren’t you English, too?”</p> + + <p>Weston’s eyes twinkled.</p> + + <p>“I am. Still, I don’t want you to think that it’s + merely because Miss Kinnaird comes from the same + <a class="pagenum" id="page30" title="30"></a>country that I do that I didn’t expect her to realize + that to stand posed for an hour or so is apt to cramp + one.”</p> + + <p>Ida laughed. It evidently was clear to him that + Miss Kinnaird regarded him as a packer and nothing + else, and had decided that he had probably grown used + to physical discomfort. Ida was, however, rather + pleased to see that he accepted the fact good-humoredly + and did not resent it. She was in no way astonished + that he should answer her as he had, for, in the west, + a man may speak naturally to any young woman who + addresses him, without feeling called on to remember + the distinctions of caste.</p> + + <p>“I wonder,” she said, “whether you would tell me + what caused the trouble you were mixed up in two + or three nights ago.”</p> + + <p>Weston’s face grew slightly flushed, for he was + still in certain respects somewhat ingenuous; but he + told her simply what had led up to the affray.</p> + + <p>“After all you could hardly blame the boys,” he + added. “They had had a hard day, and it was not the + first time Grenfell had done them out of their supper.”</p> + + <p>“Still, he had spoiled your supper, too,” said Ida. + “If you couldn’t blame them, why did you interfere?”</p> + + <p>It was rather a difficult question. Weston could + not very well tell her, even had he quite realized it, + that there was in him a vein of rudimentary chivalry + that had been carefully fostered by his mother. The + males of the Weston line had clung to traditions, but + they had for the most part been those of the Georgian + days, when very little refinement of sentiment was + expected from the country gentleman. The traditions + Agnes Weston had held by, however, went back to an + earlier age. She had been High Church and imaginative, + a woman of impracticable as well as somewhat + <a class="pagenum" id="page31" title="31"></a>uncomfortable ideals, and finding her husband proof + against them she had done what she could with her + son. The result was a somewhat happy one, for in + the Kid, as his comrades termed him, her fantasies + and extravagances had been toned down by the very + prosaic common sense of the Weston male line. They + were full-fleshed, hard-riding Englishmen who lived + on beef and beer. Though Weston was naturally not + aware of it, there were respects in which Ida Stirling + was like his mother. Ida, however, usually kept her + deeper thoughts to herself, which Mrs. Weston had + seldom done, but she shaped her life by them, and + they were wholesome.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said diffidently, “it was quite a humiliating + situation for the old man. He was a person of + some consequence once—a rather famous assayer and + mineralogist—and I think he felt it.”</p> + + <p>“That is not what I asked you,” said Ida, with a + trace of dryness.</p> + + <p>Weston spread out his hands as though to excuse + himself.</p> + + <p>“Then,” he said, “they were all against him, and + I think Jake—I mean the big chopper—would have + forced the stuff down his throat. It was horribly + burnt. There are,” and he hesitated, “things one + really has to do.”</p> + + <p>His companion nodded. She liked his diffidence, + which, while very evident, was wholly genuine, and + the faint color in his face gave him an appearance of + boyish candor.</p> + + <p>“Even when the odds against you are quite steep?” + she said. “In the case we are discussing the result + was no doubt that bruise on your face.” Then she + changed the subject. “If he was a famous mineralogist, + why is he cooking in a railroad camp?”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page32" title="32"></a>“Everybody knows,” said Weston. “The usual + trouble—whisky.”</p> + + <p>The girl made a little gesture of comprehension + that had in it also a hint of disgust, and then seeing + that he would say nothing further until she gave him + a lead she spoke again.</p> + + <p>“What brought you out here?” she inquired.</p> + + <p>Weston had been asked the same question several + times before, and had never answered it. In fact, he + did not know why he did so now.</p> + + <p>“I quarreled with my people. In one respect, + anyway, I don’t regret it. It’s rather a beautiful + country.”</p> + + <p>He sat, with his wide hat tilted back and the sun + on his face, looking out upon the blue lake between + the towering pines. Their shadows floated in it, and + tremendous slopes of rock ran up toward the gleaming + snow on the farther side. The bush lay very silent + under the scorching sun, and it was filled with the + heavy odors of the firs, in which there was a clogging, + honey-like sweetness.</p> + + <p>“It’s a little difficult to understand why you seem + to be content with track-grading. One would fancy + it to be unusually hard work,” said the girl.</p> + + <p>“Oh, yes,” agreed Weston, laughing. “Still, you + see, I don’t intend to remain a track-grader indefinitely.”</p> + + <p>“No?” said Ida, inquiringly. “What do you mean + to do?”</p> + + <p>Weston saw that she was interested, and he was + still young enough to be willing to discuss his own + plans and projects—though for that matter one comes + across older men who can talk of nothing else.</p> + + <p>“This country is full of gold and silver,” he said. + <a class="pagenum" id="page33" title="33"></a>“Other men strike it now and then, and I really don’t + see why I shouldn’t.”</p> + + <p>“When they do, haven’t they usually to sell it for + almost nothing to somebody who gets up a company? + Besides, do you know anything about prospecting?”</p> + + <p>Weston laughed.</p> + + <p>“A little. It’s my one dissipation; and it’s rather + an expensive one. You have to work for months to + save enough to buy a camp outfit and provisions, and + if you mean to stay any time in the ranges you have + to hire a horse. Then you come back in rags with a + bagful of specimens that prove to be of no use at all; + and you go to work again.”</p> + + <p>“You have done that often?”</p> + + <p>“Three or four times.”</p> + + <p>“Then,” asked Ida, “isn’t it foolish to go back + again?”</p> + + <p>Weston looked at her a moment hesitatingly, and + then made a little gesture of deprecation.</p> + + <p>“It sounds absurd, of course, but I have a fancy + that if I keep it up long enough I shall strike gold. + You see I’m a water-finder, anyway.”</p> + + <p>“A water-finder?”</p> + + <p>Weston nodded.</p> + + <p>“It’s an old English idea. Water evidently used to + be scarcer there, and even now there are places where + good wells aren’t plentiful. You go along with a hazel + twig, and it dips when you cross water running underground. + That is, if you have the gift in you. Anybody + can’t do it. You think that quite foolish, don’t + you?”</p> + + <p>Ida really did, though she did not seem to admit it.</p> + + <p>“Have you ever tried the gift out here?” she + asked.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page34" title="34"></a>“On the prairie, quite often. A good deal of it is + burnt up and dry. I generally found water.”</p> + + <p>“You turned the—power—to account? I mean—you + made—money out of it?”</p> + + <p>There was a sudden change in Weston’s face.</p> + + <p>“No,” he said, “I never took a cent.”</p> + + <p>“But why?”</p> + + <p>“Well,” replied the man slowly, “my mother had + some old-world belief, and she said it was a special + gift. She knew I had it. She said a thing of that + kind should never be used for money.”</p> + + <p>“But haven’t all those who claimed special powers—priests, + magicians, medicine-men—always been + willing to sell them?”</p> + + <p>Her companion’s eyes twinkled.</p> + + <p>“Well, I dare say they have. Still, you see, it’s + possible that they never really had the gifts they + claimed at all. Now I—can—find water, and I have + a notion that I can find the precious metals too. Quite + absurd, isn’t it?”</p> + + <p>Ida thought it was, but the quiet confidence behind + his whimsical manner appealed to her. He was, it + seemed, a man of simple character and few ideas, but + she knew that he had nerve and vigor, and, after all, + the western Dominion is the land of strenuous, all-daring, + simple men. Besides, she had watched the resolution + flash into his young face when he stood facing + the angry crowd of track-graders with the ax in his + hand, and she had seen very much the same tenacity + and steadfastness stamped on the faces of successful + men. Her father was one, and he was a man who had + scarcely been educated, and was certainly devoid of + any complexity of character. Stirling had made his + mark by smashing down opposition, and, when that + was not possible, grimly holding on and bearing the + <a class="pagenum" id="page35" title="35"></a>blows dealt him. There was, as she recognized, something + to be said in favor of that kind of man.</p> + + <p>Then Kinnaird came up through the bush with his + rod and a few troutlings, dry-shod and immaculate in + a jacket that fitted him like a uniform, and Ida went + back to camp with him. She fancied, however, that + her father or Weston, who sat still and filled his pipe + again, would have come back with a heavy fish, or at + least thorn-rent and dripping wet.</p> + </div> + <div class="chapter" id="chapter_iv"> + <p class="chapter_heading"><a class="pagenum" id="page36" title="36"></a>CHAPTER IV</p> + + <h2 class="chapter_title">IDA’S FIRST ASCENT</h2> + + <p><span class="first_word">The</span> party had spent another day or two beside + the lake when, one drowsy afternoon, Kinnaird, + who sat on the hot, white shingle by the water’s edge, + with a pair of glasses in his hand, sent for Weston. + Miss Kinnaird and Ida Stirling were seated among the + boulders not far away.</p> + + <p>“I understand that the river bends around the + range, and the crest of the first rise seems no great + height,” he said. “There is evidently—a bench I think + you call it—before you come to the snow, and the + ascent should be practicable for a lady. Take these + glasses and look at it.”</p> + + <p>Weston, who took the glasses, swept them along + the hillside across the lake. It rose very steeply from + the water’s edge, but the slope was uniform, and as a + good deal of it consisted apparently of lightly-covered + rock and gravel the pines were thinner, and there was + less undergrowth than usual. Far above him the + smooth ascent broke off abruptly, and, though he could + not see beyond the edge, there certainly appeared to be + a plateau between it and the farther wall of rock and + snow.</p> + + <p>“I think one could get up so far without very much + trouble, sir,” he said.</p> + + <p>“That,” replied Kinnaird, “is how it strikes me. + My daughter is rather a good mountaineer, and Miss + <a class="pagenum" id="page37" title="37"></a>Stirling is just as anxious to make the ascent. I may + say that we have had some experience in Switzerland, + not to mention the hills among the English lakes. Do + you know anything about climbing?”</p> + + <p>“No, sir,” said Weston; “not as it is understood in + Switzerland, anyway. I don’t suppose there’s an ice-ax + in the country, and I never saw a party roped. + Still, I have been up seven or eight thousand feet + several times.”</p> + + <p>“What were you doing?” asked Miss Kinnaird.</p> + + <p>Weston saw the faint twinkle in Ida Stirling’s + eyes, and fancied that he understood it. Very few of + the inhabitants of that country climb for pleasure, and + it is difficult to obtain any of the regulation mountaineering + paraphernalia there; but when the wandering + prospector finds a snow-crested range in his way he + usually scrambles over it and carries his provisions and + blankets along with him. The fact that there are no + routes mapped out, and no chalets or club shelters to + sleep in, does not trouble men of that kind.</p> + + <p>“Once or twice we were on the gold trail,” he said. + “Another time I packed for a couple of Englishmen + who were looking for mountain goats.”</p> + + <p>“Get any?” Kinnaird asked sharply.</p> + + <p>“No, sir. We didn’t even see one,” said Weston; + and again he noticed Miss Stirling’s smile.</p> + + <p>“Well,” said Kinnaird, “we are breaking camp tomorrow, + and my idea is that Mrs. Kinnaird should go + on with the baggage in the canoes. The rest of us will + follow the bench, and after working around the head + of the big spur yonder come down again to the water + by the other slope. You are, of course, willing to + make the ascent with us?”</p> + + <p>“I am under your orders,” said Weston. “Still, I + shouldn’t advise it.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page38" title="38"></a>“Why?”</p> + + <p>It was rather difficult to answer. Weston could + not tell the major that he considered him a little too + old for that work, or that he was dubious about his + daughter’s stamina and courage. He had seen self-confident + strangers come down from those mountains + dressed in rags, with their boots torn off their bleeding + feet. Besides, he felt reasonably sure that, as he was + not a professional guide, any advice that he might feel + it wise to offer would not be heeded.</p> + + <p>“I have heard that there is thick timber on the + other slope,” he said. “It’s generally rather bad to get + through.”</p> + + <p>Kinnaird, who never had been in really thick + timber, dismissed the matter with a smile.</p> + + <p>“We will start at six to-morrow, and endeavor to + get down to camp again on the other side in the afternoon. + You will arrange about provisions.”</p> + + <p>Weston said that he would do so, but he was not + exactly pleased when he watched the major climb the + hillside immediately behind them, with his glasses, to + plot out the route. It seemed very probable that once + he had fixed on one he would adhere to it at any cost, + and, perhaps, the more persistently if the course in + question appeared inadvisable to his companions. + Weston did not pretend to be a great judge of character, + but Kinnaird, who, it seemed, had held command + in India, struck him as that kind of man. His + wife was a little, placid lady, whose bodily vigor and + any resolution of character she might once have possessed + had apparently evaporated under the Indian + sun, and, as far as Weston had noticed, she invariably + agreed with whatever was said. When he waited on + them at supper their talk was of the easier ascents in + Switzerland, and in the mountains of his own land, + <a class="pagenum" id="page39" title="39"></a>whose names rang like music in his ears—the Striding + Edge, the Great Gable Needle, and Saddleback Crags. + The Needle was certainly difficult to climb, but the + Striding Edge on a still day was a secure promenade + compared with some of the ledges along which he had + seen western prospectors struggle with a month’s supplies.</p> + + <p>Supper, which as usual was prepared about six + o’clock, had been over an hour or two, when, after + waiting for an opportunity, he found Ida alone beside + the lake.</p> + + <p>“Can’t you persuade these people not to go, Miss + Stirling?” he asked.</p> + + <p>The girl smiled.</p> + + <p>“No,” she said, “I think you ought to recognize + that.”</p> + + <p>“Then can’t you make some excuse, for stopping + behind with Mrs. Kinnaird?”</p> + + <p>“Why?”</p> + + <p>Weston made a little gesture.</p> + + <p>“It will probably be a tough climb. I’d rather you + didn’t go.”</p> + + <p>Dusk was creeping up the hillside, but there was + still a little light among the misty pines, and the girl + flashed a quick glance at him. He seemed diffident, + but it was evident that he did not wish her to go, and + once more she felt that he aroused her curiosity.</p> + + <p>“That,” she observed, “is not exactly an answer. + Why should I stay below?”</p> + + <p>Weston was relieved at this, for it seemed preferable + to him that she should be the one to raise the personal + side of the question.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said, “for one thing my employer is + your father.”</p> + + <p>It occurred to the girl that the qualification might + <a class="pagenum" id="page40" title="40"></a>as well have been left out. It was too suggestive, since + it conveyed the impression that the fact he had mentioned + was not the only one that influenced him; but + she had noticed already that Weston was not a finished + diplomatist. She became more curious as to why he + was especially concerned about her safety, though, as + a matter of fact, he could not have told her, because + he did not know.</p> + + <p>“Major and Miss Kinnaird are his guests,” she + observed.</p> + + <p>Weston recognized the reproof in this, and stood + silent a moment or two until she spoke again.</p> + + <p>“Are you afraid my nerve may not prove equal to + Miss Kinnaird’s?” she asked.</p> + + <p>Weston smiled and answered without reflection.</p> + + <p>“No,” he said, “that certainly wasn’t troubling me. + When the pinch comes you could be relied on.”</p> + + <p>He was conscious that he had gone too far, and, as + often happens in such cases, immediately went further.</p> + + <p>“There is something about you that makes me sure + of it.”</p> + + <p>“Well,” said Ida, coldly, “it is very probable that + the pinch won’t come at all.”</p> + + <p>She turned away and left him; and Weston + frowned at the supper dishes he had carried down to + the lake.</p> + + <p>“I dare say that looked very much like a gratuitous + impertinence from—the packer,” he observed.</p> + + <p>He awakened at four the next morning; and the + mists were steaming among the pines when the Indians + ferried the party across the lake. Then for a + couple of hours they went up steadily, between apparently + endless ranks of climbing pines, with odd + streams of loose gravel sliding down beneath their feet. + Kinnaird led the way; the girls came behind him climbing + <a class="pagenum" id="page41" title="41"></a>well; and Weston brought up the rear with an + ample supply of provisions and a couple of big blankets + strapped on his shoulders. He explained that the + blankets would do to sit on, but, knowing a little about + those mountains, he was somewhat dubious about their + getting down again that afternoon. The load was + heavy, and by and by his injured foot commenced to + grow painful.</p> + + <p>Then they left the last of the dwindling pines behind, + and pushed on along a slope that was strewn + with shattered rock and debris which made walking + arduous. Then they reached a scarp of rock ground + smooth by the slipping down of melting snow, and + when they had crossed that their difficulties began. + The scarp broke off on the verge of an almost precipitous + rift, and a torrent that seemed drawn out into + silk-like threads roared in the depths of it. A few + pines were sprinkled about the slopes of the gully, and + one or two of them which had fallen lay athwart the + creek.</p> + + <p>They stopped for a few minutes upon a dizzy ledge + of rock, from which they looked far down across battalions + of somber trees upon the gleaming lake below. + Here Weston was guilty of an indiscretion. He admitted + afterward that he ought to have known that a + man used to command in India, who claimed some + acquaintance with Alpine climbing, was not likely to + be advised by him.</p> + + <p>“I believe we could get down, sir, and there are + several logs across the creek,” he said. “We must + get over it somehow, and the gully will probably run + into a canon lower down.”</p> + + <p>“That,” remarked Kinnaird, dryly, “is perfectly + evident. It is, however, my intention to follow up the + gully.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page42" title="42"></a>Weston was conscious that Ida Stirling was glancing + at him, but his face remained expressionless; and + as he suggested nothing further, they went on again. + The mountain slope had been steadily growing steeper + beneath them, and they had not yet reached the bench. + They went up for another hour, and then came out + upon the expected strip of plateau in the midst of which + the gully died out. The plateau, however, lay on the + northern side of a great peak, and was covered with + slushy snow. Kinnaird looked somewhat dubiously + at the latter, which seemed deep in the hollows.</p> + + <p>“The snow will have gone once we get around the + western shoulders,” he said. “It must be almost as + near to get down from that side, and the canoes will + have gone on by now. Still, it’s rather a long time + since breakfast.”</p> + + <p>He glanced at the girls, and appeared relieved when + Ida said:</p> + + <p>“I think we would better push on a little further + before we stop for lunch.”</p> + + <p>They plunged into a snow-drift to the knees, and + when they had floundered through it for thirty yards + or so Weston sank suddenly well over his waist. He + flung himself forward, and with the help of Kinnaird + wriggled clear, but when they looked down there was + empty blackness beneath the hole he had made.</p> + + <p>“It’s a snow-bridge, I think, sir,” he said. “The + creek’s running under it. Anyway, I didn’t touch anything + solid with my feet.”</p> + + <p>Kinnaird’s face grew graver.</p> + + <p>“If you’re right,” he observed, “it would be wiser + to work around.”</p> + + <p>They spent an hour doing it, and then, crossing + knee-deep, they sat down on a ledge of jutting rock + <a class="pagenum" id="page43" title="43"></a>while Weston laid out a simple meal. It was very cold + in the shadow of the peak, and a bitter wind that + seemed to be gathering strength whistled eerily about + the desolation of rock and snow. They were wet to + the knees, and Weston fancied that the girls’ cheerfulness + was a trifle forced. He was ready to admit that + he was somewhat stiff and weary, for he had carried + the provisions and the heavy blankets that the girls had + now tucked round them.</p> + + <p>The latter commenced to flag when they started + again; and, as it happened, the strip of bench they + followed rapidly narrowed in and grew rougher until + it became little more than a sloping ledge with the hillside + dropping almost sheer away from it. It was + strewn with great fragments that had fallen from the + wall of rock above, and banks of snow lay packed between + them in the hollows. Every now and then one + or another of the party sank deep on stepping down + from some ledge of slippery stone. They were on the + northern side of a spur of the higher range, though + they were approaching the angle where it broke off + and fell in a steep declivity facing west. This point + they had to turn before they reached the spot from + which Kinnaird purposed descending to the river. + They made very slow progress, while the shadow of + the peaks grew blacker and longer across the hills. At + length, when they had almost reached the corner, Kinnaird + stopped to consider, and the girls sat down with + evident alacrity. This time he looked at Weston, and + his manner implied that he was willing to consider any + views that he or the others might express.</p> + + <p>“I’m afraid that I have been a little at fault,” he + admitted. “In fact, I quite expected that we would be + down again by this time. It is now well on in the + <a class="pagenum" id="page44" title="44"></a>afternoon, and, as we have probably covered about + two-thirds of the distance, it would not be advisable to + go back as we came up.”</p> + + <p>“That,” said Arabella Kinnaird decisively, “is unthinkable.”</p> + + <p>She turned to Weston, who nodded.</p> + + <p>“Anyway, the canoes have gone on, which means + that there would be nothing to eat until we came up + with them,” he said. “It must be eight or nine miles, + by water, from our last camp to where they are to wait + for us, and the ladies couldn’t go so far through the + thick timber in the valley.”</p> + + <p>Kinnaird looked beneath him.</p> + + <p>“Well, I don’t think anybody could get straight + down from here,” he said.</p> + + <p>It was clearly beyond the power of those who + were with him, as they quite realized. A few yards + away, the hillside fell almost precipitously for perhaps + a thousand feet to the tops of the pines below. Part + of it was smooth rock, but long banks of gravel lay + resting in the hollows at so steep a slope that it was + evident that a footstep would be sufficient to dislodge + them. Indeed, without that, every now and then some + of them broke away and plunged down into the valley. + Close behind the party a wall of crags rose sheer for a + hundred feet at least. Kinnaird glanced up at them + with a frown.</p> + + <p>“I fancy we should find another level strip above,” + he said; “but since we can’t get up the only thing to do + is to push on. From what I saw through my glasses + when I went up the lake, there is certainly an easier + slope once we get around the corner.”</p> + + <p>They went on, wearily, with the wall of rock creeping + out nearer and nearer to the edge of the declivity, + and it became quite clear to Weston that the girls’ + <a class="pagenum" id="page45" title="45"></a>strength was rapidly failing. Still, he quietly urged + them on, for it was now becoming a somewhat momentous + question whether they could get down before + darkness fell; and as a rule the white mists settle + heavily upon those ranges with the dusk. Then the + margin between rock and declivity almost disappeared, + and Weston, looking down on the somber tree-tops, felt + reasonably certain that there was now another wall of + crags between the foot of the slope and them.</p> + + <p>“I suppose you are quite sure, sir, that the face of + the hill is less steep around the corner in front of us?” + he asked.</p> + + <p>“I am,” replied Kinnaird. “I traced out the route + with my glasses from the head of the lake. Where I + was wrong was in not heading for higher level. The + bench I intended to follow is clearly above us.”</p> + + <p>Weston glanced at Ida, and noticed that her face + was very weary and a trifle gray, but she smiled at him + reassuringly; and they floundered on until the wall of + rock pushed them right out to the edge of the declivity. + They clung to it here and there with their hands while + they felt for a foothold among the banks of gravel. + Suddenly, Ida slipped and clutched at Weston. Her + hand fell upon the package of provisions that he had + slung behind his shoulders with a strip of deerhide, + and, for she was of full stature and not particularly + slender, it broke away. Then there was a roar of sliding + stones, and Weston, dropping on his knees, flung + an arm about the girl. She fell as he did it, and they + slid down together a yard or so before he drove one + foot deep into the gravel and brought himself up. + Then he risked a glance at her.</p> + + <p>“Don’t look down!” he commanded sharply.</p> + + <p>Her face was set and white, but she met his gaze, + and in her eyes there was something that suggested + <a class="pagenum" id="page46" title="46"></a>confidence in him. He felt that he could be sure of + her nerve, but whether her strength or his would suffice + for the scramble back was another matter, and he + was horribly afraid. Kinnaird, lying flat down, held + out his hand, and in a moment or two Weston and the + girl stood with the others close beneath the rock. He + did not know how they got there. He was quivering + all through, and the perspiration of tense effort dripped + from him. While he stood there gasping, the packet + of provisions, which had apparently rested for a few + moments among the gravel dislodged by his efforts to + climb up, rolled down the slope, and he watched it rush + downward until he turned his eyes away. It was too + horribly suggestive; but his gaze was drawn back + again against his will, and he saw the package vanish + suddenly. That made it quite clear that the slope ended + in another wall of crags.</p> + + <p>He did not remember whether Ida or the others + said anything to him; but they crept on again, almost + immediately, clinging to the rock, and scarcely venturing + to glance down at the climbing forest which now + appeared to lie straight beneath them but very far + away. A cold wind stung their faces, the rocks above + rose higher, but there was, at least, no snow beneath + their feet, and they moved on yard by yard, scarcely + daring to breathe at times, until at length Kinnaird + cried out in a voice that was hoarse with exultation:</p> + + <p>“We are over the worst!”</p> + + <p>Then Weston gasped with sincere relief, for it was + clear that they had crept around the perilous corner. + The wall of rock receded, and the slope became less + steep in front of them. It was, however, strewn with + massy fragments and debris carried down by the snow, + and the sun that flung a warm light upon it hung just + clear of the peaks across the valley. There was no + <a class="pagenum" id="page47" title="47"></a>doubt that his companions were worn out, and he fancied + that the girls could scarcely drag themselves along, + but they had now no provisions and it was clearly advisable + to get down, at least as far as the timber, where + one could make a fire, before darkness fell; and they + pushed on. Arabella Kinnaird, scrambling over a pile + of ragged stones, came down heavily. She cried out as + she did so, and then rising with some difficulty, immediately + sat down again with her face awry.</p> + + <p>“It’s my knee,” she said faintly.</p> + + <p>Kinnaird scrambled toward her, but she waved + him back.</p> + + <p>“Go on with the packer,” she said.</p> + + <p>Kinnaird and Weston proceeded a little farther + down the slope, which was practicable, though very + steep; and when Ida called them back, Arabella smiled + ruefully.</p> + + <p>“It’s horribly bruised, and I’m afraid I’ve twisted + a ligament or something of that kind,” she said. “At + least, I can’t put any weight on it.”</p> + + <p>There was an expressive silence for the next few + moments, and Kinnaird gazed down into the valley + with consternation in his eyes. The sun had dipped + behind the peaks by this time, and the great hollow + was growing dim and hazy. The river was blotted out, + and even the climbing forest seemed indistinct.</p> + + <p>“Could you get along on my arm?” he asked.</p> + + <p>“No,” said Arabella sharply, “I don’t think I could + put my foot on the ground.”</p> + + <p>Weston said nothing, though he realized that the + situation was becoming serious. They had had no + more than one hasty meal since early morning, and + they were worn out. It was also, as he knew, very cold + up on the hills at night. While he considered the matter, + Kinnaird stretched out a pointing hand.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page48" title="48"></a>“Look!” he said.</p> + + <p>A trail of filmy vapor crawled out athwart the + lower pines and covered them as it rolled rapidly upward. + While they watched it the depths of the valley + were filled and became a dim white plain that extended + its borders as it ascended. Long billows of vapor + rolled out from its edges and slid up the hollows, blotting + out the somber ranks of climbing pines one by + one until all had gone and rock scarp and rugged peak + rose isolated from a vast sweep of mist. It crawled + up the slope where they sat, and then stopped and came + no higher, leaving the rampart of rock and snow behind + them to glimmer coldly blue and gray against the + clear green radiance of the evening sky. Kinnaird + looked at Weston as if willing to entertain any suggestion.</p> + + <p>“It’s clear that we can’t get down,” he said.</p> + + <p>Weston nodded.</p> + + <p>“I fancy that I could reach the timber, sir,” he said. + “I’ll bring up a load of branches to make a fire.”</p> + + <p>He loosed the blankets from his shoulders, and + floundering down the slope was lost in the vapor.</p> + </div> + <div class="chapter" id="chapter_v"> + <p class="chapter_heading"><a class="pagenum" id="page49" title="49"></a>CHAPTER V</p> + + <h2 class="chapter_title">IDA’S CONFIDENCE</h2> + + <p><span class="first_word">An</span> hour passed, and it was growing dark when + Weston scrambled up the hillside empty-handed.</p> + + <p>“There’s a slope between us and the timber, sir, + that’s too steep to get down,” he announced. “I + worked along the edge of it until the light failed me + and the mist got very thick.”</p> + + <p>“You did quite right to come back,” said Kinnaird. + “We shall have to stay here. What do you suggest?”</p> + + <p>Weston looked around him carefully.</p> + + <p>“There’s a little hollow under the ledge yonder. + You should keep fairly warm there close together with + the blankets over you.”</p> + + <p>Kinnaird demurred to this, but Weston, drawing + him aside, spoke forcibly, and at length he made a sign + of acquiescence.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said, “no doubt you’re right. After all, + the great thing is to keep the warmth in us. Where + are you going?”</p> + + <p>“I’ll find a burrow somewhere within call,” said + Weston quietly.</p> + + <p>He was busy for some little time scraping stones + out from the hollow beneath the ledge, and then he + built a rough wall of the larger ones on two sides of it. + After that they got Miss Kinnaird there with some + difficulty, and when she and the others had crept into + the shelter and wrapped the blankets round them, he + <a class="pagenum" id="page50" title="50"></a>turned away and stretched himself out beneath the + largest stone he could find. For an hour he lay there + smoking, and then put his pipe away. He had not + much tobacco, and it occurred to him that he might + want the little that remained on the morrow.</p> + + <p>In the meanwhile it had grown bitterly cold, and + one never feels the cold so much as when a day’s arduous + exertion has exhausted the natural heat of the + body. Weston was also very hungry, and after beating + his numbed hands he thrust them inside his deerskin + jacket. They had probably reached no great height, + but summer was only commencing, and it was evidently + freezing. Indeed, the nights had been cold enough + when he lay well wrapped up in the sheltered valley. + Still, the mist, at least, climbed no higher. The stars + were twinkling frostily, and opposite him across the + valley a great gray-white rampart ran far up into the + dusky blue. He watched it for a while, and then it + seemed to grow indistinct and hazy, and when some + time afterward he opened his eyes again he saw that + there was no mist about the slopes beneath.</p> + + <p>Then, as he looked about him, stiff with cold, he + noticed that a half-moon had sailed up above the peaks. + Its elusive light lay upon the slope, but ledge and stone + seemed less distinct than their shadows, which were + black as ebony. After that he commenced a struggle + with himself, for, numbed as he was, he did not want + to move, which is one of the insidious effects of cold. + It cramps its victim’s volition as well as his body, and + makes him shrink from any attempt at the muscular + effort which would make it easier for him to resist it. + After all, the endurance of bitter frost is rather a question + of moral than physical strength, as every prospector + who has crossed the snow-bound altitudes on the + gold trail knows.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page51" title="51"></a>He forced himself to get up, and stood still, shivering + in every limb, while a bitter wind struck through + him as he gathered his resolution together. Then, + stripping off his deerskin jacket, he flung it over one + arm as he turned toward his companions’ shelter. Kinnaird + was awake, and his daughter cried out drowsily + when Weston stood looking down at him.</p> + + <p>“It’s clearing, and I think I could get down,” he + said. “It would be better if Miss Stirling came with + me.”</p> + + <p>“Yes,” said Kinnaird reflectively, “I think she + ought to go.”</p> + + <p>There was, however, a difficulty when Ida rose to + her feet, and stood looking about her half awake. She + could not speak distinctly, but she seemed bent on + staying. Then Kinnaird made a sign to Weston, who + quietly slipped his arm within the girl’s and drew her + away. She went with him some little distance, too + dazed to resist, and then, snatching her arm free, + turned upon him white with cold and anger.</p> + + <p>“What right have you or Major Kinnaird——” she + began, but Weston checked her with a little forceful + gesture.</p> + + <p>“I, at least, have none at all,” he admitted. “In a + way, however, I suppose I’m responsible for the safety + of the whole party. Could you have done Miss Kinnaird + any good by staying?”</p> + + <p>Cold and half dazed as she was, a moment’s reflection + convinced Ida that she could have done very little + beyond helping to keep her companion warm. Weston, + who did not wait for her answer, went on:</p> + + <p>“Now,” he said severely, “do you feel as comfortable + as usual, or are you almost too cold to move?”</p> + + <p>The girl admitted that the latter was the case, and + Weston spread out his hands.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page52" title="52"></a>“Well,” he said, “it will be at least another six + hours before the first sunlight falls on that ledge. Besides, + as you may remember, you have had only one + meal since early yesterday morning, and I shall be + especially fortunate if I can get back here with the + Indians by noon. Major Kinnaird and his daughter + must stay, but that doesn’t apply to you. Are you still + quite sure you have any cause to be angry with me?”</p> + + <p>Ida looked at him with a little flash in her eyes.</p> + + <p>“Oh,” she said, “I suppose you’re right. Still, is + it necessary to make the thing so very plain?”</p> + + <p>Weston laughed.</p> + + <p>“I just want you to realize that you are in my + hands until we reach level ground,” he replied. “In + the meanwhile I should like you to put on this jacket.”</p> + + <p>He held out the warm deerhide garment, and the + girl flashed a covert glance at him. He stood close by + her in loose blue shirt and thin duck trousers, and, as + far as she could see by the moonlight, his face was + pinched and blue with cold.</p> + + <p>“I won’t,” she said.</p> + + <p>Weston pursed up his face whimsically. He seldom + shone where diplomacy was advisable. As a rule, + he endeavored to bring about the end he had in view by + the most direct means available. In the present instance + he felt very compassionate toward his companion, + and recognized only the necessity of getting her + back to camp, where there was food and shelter, as + soon as possible. Still, it not infrequently happened + that his severely simple procedure proved successful.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said, “since I don’t intend to wear it + we’ll leave it here. I’ll leave you for a minute or two + while I prospect for an easier route than the one by + which I came up.”</p> + + <p>He flung down the jacket, and, striding away, disappeared, + <a class="pagenum" id="page53" title="53"></a>while Ida shivered as she glanced about her. + She could no longer see the shelter she had left, and + she stood alone in the midst of a tremendous desolation + of rock and snow, with the valley yawning, a vast + dusky pit, beneath her feet. It was appallingly lonely, + and she was numb with cold, while, since she was sure + that she could not climb back to her companions unassisted, + there was only one person on whom she could + rely, and that was the packer, who had insisted on her + doing what he thought fit. When he came back she + had put on the jacket, but he had sense enough to make + no sign of having noticed it.</p> + + <p>“I can see our way for the next few hundred feet,” + he said.</p> + + <p>The way did not prove an easy one, but they went + down, with the gravel sliding beneath them, and now + and then a mass of debris they had loosened rushing + past. It occurred to Ida that Weston limped somewhat + awkwardly, and once or twice she fancied that she saw + his face contract as they scrambled over some shelf of + jutting stone; but they pushed on cautiously until they + came to a precipitous descent. Ida sat down gasping, + when her companion stopped, and gazed with an instinctive + shrinking into the gulf below. She could now + see the climbing pines, black beneath the moon, and the + river shining far away in the midst of them, but they + seemed to go straight down. She was very weary, and + scarcely felt able to get up again, but in a minute or + two Weston held out his hand.</p> + + <p>“I fancy that this ridge dies out somewhere to the + left. We’ll follow the crest of it until we can get + around the end,” he said.</p> + + <p>They went on very cautiously, though there were + times when Ida held her breath and was glad of the + firm grasp that her companion laid on her arm. She + <a class="pagenum" id="page54" title="54"></a>would not look down into the valley, and when she + glanced aside at all it was up at the gleaming snow on + the opposite side of it. She seemed to be walking in + mid-air, cut off from the comfortable security of the + solid earth below, and she found the clamor of falling + water that came faintly up to her vaguely reassuring. + There had been an almost appalling silence where she + had left her companions beneath the frozen peaks, but + now one could hear the hoarse fret of a rapid on the + river, and this was a familiar sound that she welcomed.</p> + + <p>Still her weariness gained on her, and her limbs + grew heavier, until she could scarcely drag herself + along. Weston’s limp became more perceptible too, + but he went on with an almost cruel persistency, and + forced her forward with his hand on her arm. Sometimes + he spoke to her, and, though his voice was + strained, his words were cheering and compassionate.</p> + + <p>At length, the descent they skirted became less + steep, and scrambling down over a broken slope they + presently reached the timber—straggling juniper, and + little scattered firs that by and by grew taller and closer + together; and, though the peril was over, it was then + that their real difficulties commenced. The slope was so + steep that they could scarcely keep a footing, and now + and then they fell into the trees. There were places + where these grew so close together that they could + scarcely force a passage through, and others where + they had gone down before a screaming gale and lay + piled in a tangled chaos over which it was almost impossible + to flounder. It was dark in the timber, and + they could not see the broken ends of the branches that + rent their clothing; but they went on somehow, down + and down, until, when they reached a clearer space + where the moonlight shone through, Ida sank down + <a class="pagenum" id="page55" title="55"></a>limply on a fallen tree. Her skirt was rent to tatters, + and one shoe had been torn almost to pieces.</p> + + <p>“I simply can’t go on,” she said.</p> + + <p>Weston leaned against a neighboring fir, looking + down at her very compassionately, though she noticed + that his face, on which the moonlight fell, was somewhat + drawn and gray.</p> + + <p>“Try to think,” he said.</p> + + <p>“I can’t,” replied Ida, “I only want to sleep.”</p> + + <p>Her companion moved forward and quietly laid + his hand on her arm as though to urge her to rise.</p> + + <p>“Don’t you understand how it is? Your friends + are up yonder in the frost with nothing to eat. I have + to take the Indians back for them.”</p> + + <p>“Then you must go on,” the girl said faintly.</p> + + <p>Weston shook his head.</p> + + <p>“No,” he declared, “not without you. That’s out of + the question. If there were no other reason, we should + have to come back here for you, and I expect that in + the daylight we shall find a shorter way up. It will be + noon anyway before we get there, and you wouldn’t + wish to keep your friends waiting longer.”</p> + + <p>Ida rose with an effort, and clung heavily to his + arm when they crept downward again; but the light + grew a little clearer as they proceeded, and the sound + of the river rang louder in their ears. Then, in the + gray of the morning, they staggered out upon the bank + of the river. Walking, half awake, Ida floundered + among the boulders and through a horrible maze of + whitened driftwood cast up by the stream. Farther + on they fortunately found stretches of smooth sand, + and they plodded over these and through little pools, + though she afterward fancied that Weston carried her + across some of the deeper ones.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page56" title="56"></a>The sun was high when they saw the two canoes + drawn up on the bank, and a few moments later Mrs. + Kinnaird appeared among the firs. She ran toward + them, stumbling in a ludicrous fashion amidst the + boulders, and then stopped a few yards away and gazed + at Ida. The girl could scarcely stand from weariness, + and her dress clung about her, wet with the river-water + and rent to tatters. There was fear in the little lady’s + eyes.</p> + + <p>“Where are they?” she asked.</p> + + <p>Weston stepped forward limping, and his face was + set and gray.</p> + + <p>“Up yonder, and quite safe,” he said. “Miss Kinnaird + has hurt her knee. Nothing serious, but it hurts + her to walk. I came for the Indians to help her down + again.”</p> + + <p>He raised his hand restrainingly.</p> + + <p>“There is no cause for alarm. Get Miss Stirling + something to eat, and leave the rest to me.”</p> + + <p>He turned away abruptly, and limped past them + toward the camp. When Mrs. Kinnaird and Ida + reached it, he was hastily getting together provisions, + and the Indians were already hewing down two slender + firs. When they stood waiting, each with a stout fir + pole on his shoulder, he turned to the anxious lady, + who seemed bent on going with him.</p> + + <p>“It’s quite out of the question for you to undertake + that climb. We’ll be back again in a few hours with + the major and Miss Kinnaird,” he said.</p> + + <p>Ida went up to him and touched his arm, and, for + no very evident reason, the color crept into her face + when he looked at her inquiringly.</p> + + <p>“Can’t the Indians find the way themselves?” she + asked. “You are scarcely fit to go.”</p> + + <p>Weston shook his head.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page57" title="57"></a>“I must manage it somehow,” he said. “They + have nothing to eat up yonder, and the Indians might + not find them until it’s dark again.”</p> + + <p>He broke off for a moment with a forced smile.</p> + + <p>“Try to reassure Mrs. Kinnaird, and then go to + sleep as soon as you can.”</p> + + <p>In another minute he had limped away, and Mrs. + Kinnaird found the girl looking down with a very + curious expression at a little smear of blood on a + smooth white stone. There were further red spots on + the shingle, and they led forward in the direction in + which the rescue party had gone.</p> + + <p>“Oh,” she said, “he told me he had cut his foot, + and he couldn’t have waited long enough to eat anything.”</p> + + <p>Then she gasped once or twice, for she was worn + out to the verge of a break-down, and Mrs. Kinnaird, + who saw how white her face was growing, slipped an + arm about her and led her back toward the tent.</p> + + <p>The afternoon passed very slowly with the little, + anxious lady, and every now and then she crept softly + out of the tent and gazed expectantly up the steep hillside. + Still, each time she did it, there was nothing + that she could see except the long ranks of somber + firs, and the oppressive silence was broken only by the + sound of the river.</p> + + <p>Then she slipped back quietly into the tent where + Ida lay in a restless sleep. Now and then the girl + moved a little, and once or twice she murmured unintelligibly. + It was very hot, for the sunrays struck down + upon the canvas between the firs, whose clogging, + honey-like sweetness was heavy in the air.</p> + + <p>By and by, however, it grew a little cooler, as the + shadow of the great dark branches crept across the + tent. Then they moved out upon the dazzling river and + <a class="pagenum" id="page58" title="58"></a>slowly covered it. Mrs. Kinnaird, rising once more + in an agony of impatience, stumbled against one of the + tent supports. The crutch and ridge-poles rattled, and + Ida opened her eyes.</p> + + <p>“Oh,” she said drowsily, “you needn’t be anxious. + He is quite sure to bring them back.”</p> + + <p>She apparently tried to rouse herself, and, failing, + went to sleep again; but she left Mrs. Kinnaird a little + comforted. The latter was observant, and she felt + that Ida Stirling had a reason for her confidence which, + she fancied, was not lightly given.</p> + + <p>The sunlight had, however, faded off the valley + when she rose for the last time from the seat she had + found outside the tent, for there was no doubt now + that a faint patter of feet on stones mingled with the + clamor of the river. Almost as she did so, a few + plodding figures appeared beneath the firs, and she + saw that two of them carried a litter between them. + Then she saw her husband walking very wearily, and + she ran forward with a little cry. She grasped one of + the poles between which a sagging blanket hung, and + Weston, who held the ends of them, looked at her.</p> + + <p>“Miss Kinnaird isn’t hurt much,” he said harshly. + “Don’t stop us now!”</p> + + <p>Then she heard her daughter’s voice bearing out + this assurance, and she went back with the plodding + men, while her husband stumbled along wearily at her + side. In a minute or two Weston, calling to one of + the Indians, laid down his end of the poles, and, staggering + away, sat down heavily. None of them troubled + themselves about him, and Ida, who had risen when + she heard their voices, helped to convey Miss Kinnaird + into the tent. In the meanwhile one of the Indians + growled to his comrade when he found the fire out, + and stolidly proceeded to relight it, while Weston lay + <a class="pagenum" id="page59" title="59"></a>with his back against a fir and watched him with half-closed + eyes. The Siwash, however, proved that he was + capable of preparing a meal, and when it was finished, + Arabella, who appeared much fresher than the major, + proceeded to relate her adventures to Ida and her + mother.</p> + + <p>“It was rather horrible up on the range, and I was + almost afraid they wouldn’t get me down,” she said. + “I don’t know how they did it, I’m sure. Parts of the + way were simply awful. They had to cut the little + trees down for yards at a time to get my blanket litter + through, and there were places so steep that they could + scarcely crawl down. The Indians, of course, had to + be relieved now and then, and my father and the packer + took turns with them.”</p> + + <p>She looked at the major with a smile.</p> + + <p>“When it was especially steep, I preferred an Indian + and the packer. Once, you know, you dropped me; + but nothing seemed to disconcert that young man. He + must have been horribly worn out, for he had been up + twice, but he was so steady and reassuringly quiet. I + suppose a man of his kind would appreciate twenty + dollars. He really deserves it.”</p> + + <p>Ida frowned, and remembered the trail of blood on + the white stones when the packer had started. Kinnaird + made a little abrupt movement.</p> + + <p>“I’m afraid that I was forgetting all about the man + in my relief at getting you safely down,” he said. “We + owe him a good deal, and I’ll go out presently and + thank him; but there’s another matter. Your knee + ought to be attended to.”</p> + + <p>That commenced a discussion, but Arabella persisted + that she would get over the injury if she didn’t + walk for a few days.</p> + + <p>Then Kinnaird summoned one of the Indians to + <a class="pagenum" id="page60" title="60"></a>clear away the meal. The brown-skinned, dark-haired + man appeared in the entrance of the tent and spoke + haltingly in English.</p> + + <p>“They wait,” he said, pointing to the supper plates. + “Want piece shirt—handkerchief. Packer man’s boot + full of blood.”</p> + + <p>Those he addressed looked at one another, and Kinnaird, + rising, went out hastily.</p> + </div> + <div class="chapter" id="chapter_vi"> + <p class="chapter_heading"><a class="pagenum" id="page61" title="61"></a>CHAPTER VI</p> + + <h2 class="chapter_title">KINNAIRD STRIKES CAMP</h2> + + <p><span class="first_word">It</span> was about the middle of the next afternoon when + Ida Stirling, walking slowly along the river-bank, + came upon Weston sitting with his back to a tree. He + wore no boot on one foot which was wrapped in bandages, + and when he would have risen Ida checked him + with a sign, and sat down not far away.</p> + + <p>“Is it too hot in the tent?” he asked.</p> + + <p>Ida flashed a swift glance at him. He seemed perfectly + contented, and very much at his ease, and it was + a little difficult to believe that this was the sharp-voiced + mart who had ordered her to put on his jacket early on + the previous morning. Now he was smiling languidly, + and there was a graceful carelessness that was almost + boyish in his manner, which made it a little easier to + understand why his comrades had called him the Kid. + She was rather pleased with it.</p> + + <p>“No,” she said. “At least that was not what + brought me out. The major has gone fishing; Mrs. + Kinnaird has gone to sleep; and Arabella appears a + little cross.”</p> + + <p>Weston nodded.</p> + + <p>“It’s excusable,” he said. “How is Miss Kinnaird’s + knee?”</p> + + <p>“I don’t think it’s very bad. How is your foot? It + doesn’t seem to have affected your temper.”</p> + + <p>Weston laughed.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page62" title="62"></a>“I’d forgotten all about it. In some respects I feel + a little obliged to it. You see, for once in a while, it’s + rather nice to have nothing to do, and know that one’s + wages won’t immediately stop. Besides, to be waited + on is a pleasant change.”</p> + + <p>Ida’s eyebrows straightened a trifle as they sometimes + did when she was not exactly pleased. It is by + no means an unusual thing in the west for a packer or + a ranch hand to converse with his employers or their + friends on familiar terms, and it occurred to her that it + was a trifle superfluous for him to insist on reminding + her of his status when she was willing to forget it. + Still, she was quite aware that this man had not always + been a packer, and she was conscious of an increasing + curiosity concerning his past.</p> + + <p>“That is an unusual experience with you?” she + asked.</p> + + <p>“Oh, yes,” said Weston. “Anyway, during the last + few years.”</p> + + <p>She was foiled again, for she could not press the + question more closely; and, sitting still in the shadow, + she looked up between the dark fir branches at the line + of gleaming snow and the great rock rampart beneath + which they had crept.</p> + + <p>“Were you ever up so high before?” she ventured.</p> + + <p>“Yes,” said Weston. “I believe so; but never for + pleasure. In fact, I think some of the ranges we + crossed on the gold trail must have been considerably + higher. I told you that prospecting is one of my weaknesses.”</p> + + <p>“You did,” agreed Ida. “It’s one I could never + understand, though I have spent some time, in this + province. Every now and then it seems that the + rancher must leave his clearing and wander off into the + <a class="pagenum" id="page63" title="63"></a>bush. As you admitted, he generally comes home + dressed in rags, and very seldom brings anything with + him. Why do you do it?”</p> + + <p>Weston laughed in a rather curious fashion.</p> + + <p>“Oh,” he said, “don’t you know? Did you never + feel, even in winter in Montreal, when you had skating-rinks, + toboggan-slides, snow-shoe meets, and sleigh-rides + to keep you amused, that it was all growing tiresome + and very stale? Haven’t you felt that you wanted + something—something you hadn’t got and couldn’t define—though + you might recognize it when you found + it?”</p> + + <p>Once more Ida’s eyebrows straightened. He was + going rather deeper than she had supposed him capable, + though she was not altogether unacquainted with the + restlessness he had described. Weston glanced at her + face, and nodded.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said, “that’s very much what happens + to the rancher and the track-grader every now and + then; and when it does he goes up into the bush—prospecting. + Still, I think you were wrong when you said + that we seldom bring back anything. Did you bring + nothing down with you from the quiet and the glimmering + moonlight up yonder above the timber line?”</p> + + <p>His companion looked up across the climbing forest + to the desolation of rock and snow through which she + had wandered with him a little while ago. It had been + her first ascent, and she now felt the thrill of achievement + and remembered how she had come down that + apparently endless slope in the darkness. The feat + looked almost impossible, by daylight. Then she remembered + also how her nerves had tingled, and the + curious sense of exaltation that had come over her as + she crept along the dizzy edge of the great rock scarp + <a class="pagenum" id="page64" title="64"></a>in the moonlight, far above the unsubstantial ghosts of + climbing trees. For the time being, it had proved + stronger than weariness or the sense of personal + danger, and she had a vague fancy that the memory + of it would always cling to her.</p> + + <p>“Yes,” she said, “I think I brought down something, + or rather it attached itself to me. What is it?”</p> + + <p>Weston spread out his hands with a boyish laugh.</p> + + <p>“How should I know? Its glamour and mystery, + perhaps. Still, though the prospector knows it, everybody + can’t feel it. One must have sympathy. It + would make itself felt by you.”</p> + + <p>The girl’s face checked him. She felt that there + was a subtle bond of mutual comprehension between + her and this stranger; but she was not prepared to + admit it to him; and he recognized that he had, perhaps, + gone further than was advisable.</p> + + <p>“Still,” he continued, “though it’s plainest up on + the high peaks, the bush is full of it. You can recognize + it everywhere. Listen!”</p> + + <p>Ida did so. She heard the hoarse fret of the river, + and the faint elfin sighing high up in the top of the + firs.</p> + + <p>It was the old earth music, and it drowned the + recollection of social conventions and caste distinctions. + It was the same to camp-packer and rich contractor’s + daughter. As Ida listened it seemed to stir + the primitive impulses of her human nature. She + took alarm and stopped her ears to it.</p> + + <p>“Is it wise to listen?” she asked. “It leads to + nothing but restlessness.”</p> + + <p>“It seldom leads to any material benefit,” Weston + admitted. “After all, I think, one has to be a vagabond + before one can properly appreciate it.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page65" title="65"></a>“You seem sure of that?” Ida’s curiosity to know + more of him would not permit her to avoid the personal + application.</p> + + <p>“I’m afraid there must be a little of the vagabond + in me,” said Weston, with a smile. “Once I walked + into Winnipeg without a dollar, and was fortunate in + hiring myself to add up figures in a big flour-mill. + The people for whom I worked seemed quite pleased + with the way I did it, and paid me reasonably. I lived + in a big boarding-house like a rabbit-warren. Through + the thin partitions I could hear the people all about me + stirring in their sleep at night. I went to the mill in a + crowded car every morning, and up to the office in an + elevator. I stayed with it just a month, and then I + broke out.”</p> + + <p>“Broke out?” said Ida.</p> + + <p>“Threw the flour-mill people’s pens across the office. + You see, I was getting sick for room and air. I presented + the concern with my last week’s stipend, and a + man at the boarding-house with my city clothes.”</p> + + <p>“What did you do then?”</p> + + <p>“Took the trail. There was limitless prairie + straight on in front of me. I walked for days, and + slept at night wherever I could find a bluff. I could + hear the little grasses whispering when I lay half-awake, + and it was comforting to know that there were + leagues and leagues of them between me and the city. + I drove a team for a farmer most of that season. Then + I went on to a track that they were strengthening and + straightening in this province. It ran between the rock + and the river, and the snow hadn’t gone. We worked + waist-deep in it part of the time, and thawed out every + stick of giant-powder at the fire. The construction + boss was a hustler, and he drove us mercilessly. We + <a class="pagenum" id="page66" title="66"></a>toiled raw-handed, worn-out and savage, and he drove + us all the harder when one of the boys tried to brain + him.”</p> + + <p>“And you never longed to be back in the office at + the flour-mill?”</p> + + <p>Weston laughed.</p> + + <p>“Didn’t you find those sleigh-rides, skating-rinks, + and even the trips west in your father’s private car, + grow exceedingly tame?”</p> + + <p>“Ah,” said Ida, “you must remember that I have + never known anything else.”</p> + + <p>“Then you have only to wait a little. It’s quite + certain that you won’t be able to say that some day.”</p> + + <p>It seemed to Ida inadvisable to pursue the subject + further, though she was not sure that he wished to do + so.</p> + + <p>“How did you expend your energy after you left + the track?” she asked.</p> + + <p>“I don’t quite remember. Drove horses, went + about with a thrashing outfit, hewed logs for bridges—but + haven’t I talked too long about myself? You + have told me nothing of—Montreal.”</p> + + <p>Ida risked a chance shot.</p> + + <p>“Don’t you know that kind of life? It must be very + much the same as the one your people lead in England. + It doesn’t count that their amusements are slightly different.”</p> + + <p>Weston foiled her again.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said, with an air of reflection, “I don’t + quite think it is; but perhaps I’m prejudiced. I wheeled + scrap-iron at the rolling-mills when I was in Montreal.”</p> + + <p>He leaned farther back against the tree, with a + little whimsical smile. It was pleasant to appear as a + <a class="pagenum" id="page67" title="67"></a>modern Ulysses in the eyes of a very pretty girl, but he + had, as she was quick to recognize, taken up the role + unconsciously.</p> + + <p>“Where are you going next?” she asked.</p> + + <p>“I shall probably go off prospecting if I can raise + the money. That is partly why I hope that Major Kinnaird + will keep me as long as he camps out in the + bush.”</p> + + <p>Ida laughed.</p> + + <p>“I think you may count on that. He is rather + pleased with you. In fact, I heard him say that if + he’d had you in India he would have made a capable + sergeant of you.”</p> + + <p>She saw a shadow creep into his face, and wondered + what had brought it there, for she did not know + that in his younger days he had thought of Sandhurst. + Then, seeing that he did not answer, she rose.</p> + + <p>“Well,” she said, “Arabella is probably wanting + me.”</p> + + <p>He watched her move away among the great fir + trunks, and then took out his pipe with a little sigh. + Still he had, or so he fancied, sense enough to refrain + from allowing his thoughts to wander in her direction + too frequently, and, soothed by the murmur of the + river, he presently went to sleep. When he awakened + it was time to see that the Indians got supper ready.</p> + + <p>During the evening, Stirling reached the camp; + and when the Siwash who had poled his canoe up the + river had drawn it out, they sat down somewhat limply + on the shingle, for he had as usual traveled with feverish + haste. He stayed until the next day, which was + rather longer than any of them expected; and it was + not by accident that he came upon Weston alone before + he went away. The latter was then engaged in + <a class="pagenum" id="page68" title="68"></a>lighting a fire, and his employer sat down on a fir + branch and quietly looked him over.</p> + + <p>“Foot getting better?” he asked.</p> + + <p>“I think it is,” said Weston.</p> + + <p>Stirling nodded.</p> + + <p>“I understand that you have been of some service + to these people; and they’re my daughter’s friends,” + he said. “Is there anything I can do for you?”</p> + + <p>“No,” replied Weston, “I don’t think there is.”</p> + + <p>The contractor looked at him steadily for a moment + or two.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said, “if anything strikes you, there’s + no reason why you shouldn’t let me know. Feeling + anxious to get back to the track?”</p> + + <p>Weston’s eyes twinkled.</p> + + <p>“I don’t think I am.”</p> + + <p>“Then you may stay right where you are, and take + care of my daughter. If she wants to climb mountains + or shoot rapids, it’s to be done; but you’ll fix + things so it can be done safely. You’re in charge of + this outfit, and not that major man.”</p> + + <p>Stirling was never addicted to mincing matters, but + Weston could not quite repress a grin.</p> + + <p>“It would make things a little difficult if Major + Kinnaird understands that,” he said.</p> + + <p>“Then you must see that he doesn’t. You can fix + it somehow. It’s up to you.”</p> + + <p>He rose, as if there were nothing more to be said, + and then as he moved away he turned and waved his + hand.</p> + + <p>“I’ll have you moved up a grade on the pay-roll.”</p> + + <p>He started down the river in another half-hour, + and left Weston thoughtful. He had never seen his + employer before; but it was evident that the latter had + <a class="pagenum" id="page69" title="69"></a>made a few inquiries concerning him, and had been + favorably informed.</p> + + <p>For another fortnight Weston tactfully carried + out his somewhat difficult task; and then it was with + a curious sense of regret that he stood one evening in + a little roadside station. Major Kinnaird was apparently + counting the pile of baggage some little distance + away, his wife and daughter were in the station-room, + and Ida and Weston stood alone where the + track came winding out of the misty pines. She + glanced from him to the forest, and there was just a + perceptible hint of regret in her voice.</p> + + <p>“It has been very pleasant, and in one way I’m + almost sorry we are going to Vancouver,” she said. + “This”—and she indicated the wall of hillside and the + shadowy bush—“grows on one.”</p> + + <p>Weston nodded gravely.</p> + + <p>“It does,” he said. “You have been up among the + high peaks, and you’ll never quite forget them, even + in the cities. Now and then you’ll feel them drawing + you back again.”</p> + + <p>The girl laughed, perhaps because she realized that + the memory of the last few weeks would remain with + her. She also remembered that he had said that the + stillness among the white peaks and in the scented + bush was filled with a glamour that seized on one.</p> + + <p>“Well,” she confessed, “I may come back with + other friends some day; and in that case we shall certainly + ask for you as guide. I want to say, as Major + Kinnaird did, that we owe a good deal to you. I am + only sorry that the trip is over.”</p> + + <p>Then her tone changed a little, and Weston supposed + that she was unwilling to make too great an + admission.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page70" title="70"></a>“There are so many little discomforts you have + saved us.”</p> + + <p>“Yes,” he agreed, a trifle dryly, “I suppose there + are. However, I shall probably have gone away when + you come back again.”</p> + + <p>He broke off for a moment, and then turned toward + her quietly.</p> + + <p>“Still,” he said, “I seem to feel that I shall see you + again some day.”</p> + + <p>His voice was perfectly steady, but, though the + light was fading fast, Ida saw the glint in his eyes, and + she answered conventionally.</p> + + <p>“Of course,” she said, “that would be a pleasure.”</p> + + <p>Then she spoiled it by a laugh when she saw the + smile creep into her companion’s eyes; for it was clear + to both of them that the formal expression was in their + case somewhat out of place. They realized that there + was more that might have been said; and it was a + slight relief when the shriek of a whistle came ringing + down the track and a roar of wheels grew louder + among the shadowy pines. Then the great mountain + locomotive and the dusty cars came clanking into the + station, stopped a few moments, and rolled away + again; and Weston was left with the vision of a white-robed + figure in a fluttering dress that leaned out from + a car platform looking back at the gleaming snow and + then turned a moment to wave a hand to him.</p> + + <p>It was an hour later, and the big nickeled lamps + were lighted, when Arabella Kinnaird looked up at her + companion as she sat in a lurching car while the great + train swept furiously down the Fraser gorge.</p> + + <p>“Now,” she exclaimed, “I remember! That packer + has been puzzling me. His face was familiar. The + same thing struck the major, as you heard him say.”</p> + + <p>“Well?” inquired Ida, a little too indifferently.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page71" title="71"></a>Her companion laughed.</p> + + <p>“You overdo it. It would be wiser to admit that + you are curious. The major said he’d seen him somewhere, + and so he has, in a way. You remember his + talking about the old North Country Hall he took for + the shooting? Well, the owners had left that young + man’s photograph among some other odds and ends + in what they probably called the library.”</p> + + <p>Ida had no doubt upon the matter, for she recalled + the curious intentness of Weston’s face as he sat in + the firelight listening to Kinnaird’s description of the + house in question. Still, she was not prepared to display + her interest.</p> + + <p>“Well?” she inquired again.</p> + + <p>Arabella Kinnaird made a sign of impatience.</p> + + <p>“Can’t you see? They wouldn’t have had his + photograph unless he had been a friend of the family + or a relative. I wonder whether he told you his real + name?”</p> + + <p>“He didn’t.”</p> + + <p>“It doesn’t matter,” said Miss Kinnaird. “I feel + tolerably sure it is Weston, and that is the name of the + people who own the place. You don’t appear to understand + that the fact has its significance.”</p> + + <p>“How?” asked Ida.</p> + + <p>“You haven’t been in England or you’d understand. + The people who live in those old places are + often very poor, but a certain number of them have + something that the people who have only money would + give a good deal to possess. As a matter of fact, + though distinctly human in most respects, they are—different.”</p> + + <p>Ida laughed.</p> + + <p>“Oh,” she said, “I’ve naturally heard of that. It’s + quite an old notion, and didn’t originate with you English + <a class="pagenum" id="page72" title="72"></a>people. Didn’t the Roman emperors claim to have + the Imperial purple in their veins? Still, out here, + when we speak of a man appreciatively we say his + blood is—red.”</p> + + <p>“And that’s the color of packer Weston’s.”</p> + + <p>A faint gleam crept into Ida’s eyes as she remembered + the white-faced man who had limped out of + camp one morning almost too weary to drag himself + along.</p> + + <p>“Well,” she said, “I think you ought to know. + When he went back up the range for you he left a + trail of it behind him.”</p> + + <p>Her companion had no opportunity for answering, + for Major Kinnaird came back from the smoking + end of the car just then, and when he spoke to Ida his + daughter took up a book she had laid down.</p> + + <p>In the meanwhile, a mountain locomotive and a + train of flat cars came clanking into the station where + Weston waited. Swinging himself onto one he took + his place among the men who sat on the rails with + which the car was loaded. Then, as the big locomotive + slowly pulled them out, some of his new companions + vituperated the station-agent for stopping + them, and one came near braining him with a deftly-flung + bottle when he retaliated. There were a good + many more men perched on the other cars, and Weston + concluded, from the burst of hoarse laughter that + reached him through the roar of wheels, that all of + them were not wholly sober. They had been recruited + in Vancouver, and included a few runaway sailormen. + One told him that they were going into the + ranges to fill up a muskeg, and he expressed his opinion + of the meanness of the company for not sending + them up in a Colonist train, and offered to throw Weston + off the car if he did not agree with him. He explained + <a class="pagenum" id="page73" title="73"></a>that he had already pitched off two of his + companions.</p> + + <p>Weston endeavored to pacify him; but, failing in + this and in an attempt to crawl over the couplings into + the adjoining car, he reluctantly grappled with the + man and succeeded in throwing him into a corner. + Then one of the others rose and stood over his prostrate + comrade with a big billet of firwood that had + been used to wedge the rails.</p> + + <p>“I can’t sleep with all this circus going on,” he + said gruffly. “Make any more trouble and off you + go.”</p> + + <p>The other man apparently decided to lie still, and + his comrade turned to Weston.</p> + + <p>“Guess the construction boss isn’t going to find + them tally out right to-morrow,” he observed, “We’ve + lost quite a few of them coming up the line.”</p> + + <p>He went to sleep again soon afterward, and Weston + was left in peace. In front of him the great locomotive + snorted up the climbing track, hurling clouds + of sparks aloft. Misty pines went streaming by, the + chill night wind rushed past, the cars banged and + clanked, and now and then odd bursts of harsh + laughter or discordant singing broke through the roar + of wheels. It was very different from the deep tranquillity + of the wilderness and the quiet composure of + the people with whom he had spent the last few weeks, + but, as Ida Stirling had suggested, Weston’s blood was + red, and he was still young enough to find pleasure in + every fresh draught of the wine of life. It was something + to feel himself the equal in bodily strength and + animal courage of these strong-armed men who were + going to fill up the muskeg.</p> + </div> + <div class="chapter" id="chapter_vii"> + <p class="chapter_heading"><a class="pagenum" id="page74" title="74"></a>CHAPTER VII</p> + + <h2 class="chapter_title">GRENFELL’S MINE</h2> + + <p><span class="first_word">It</span> was Saturday evening, and Weston sat on a ledge + of the hillside above the silent construction camp, + endeavoring to mend a pair of duck trousers that had + been badly torn in the bush. He held several strips + of a cotton flour-bag in one hand, and was considering + how he could best make use of them without unduly + displaying the bold lettering of the brand, though in + the bush of that country it was not an unusual thing + for a man to go about labeled “Early Riser,” or somebody’s + “Excelsior.” His companions had trooped off + to the settlement about a league away, and a row of + flat cars stood idle on the track which now led across + the beaten muskeg. On the farther side of the latter, + the tall pines lay strewn in rows, but beyond the strip + of clearing the bush closed in again, solemn, shadowy, + and almost impenetrable. There was a smell of resinous + wood-smoke in the air, but save for the distant + sound of the river everything was very still.</p> + + <p>Weston looked up sharply as a patter of approaching + footsteps rose out of the shadows behind him. + Some of the men were evidently coming back from + the settlement earlier than he had expected. In a few + minutes three or four of them appeared among the + trees, and he recognized them as some of his friends, + small ranchers who had, as often happens on the + Pacific Slope, been forced to leave their lonely, half-cleared + <a class="pagenum" id="page75" title="75"></a>holdings and go out to earn the money that + would keep them through the winter. Two of them + were apparently assisting another man along between + them, and when they drew nearer Weston saw that + the latter was Grenfell, the cook.</p> + + <p>“Guess it’s ’bout time somebody else took care of + you,” said one, when they came up. “Sit right down,” + he added, neatly shaking Grenfell off his feet and depositing + him unceremoniously at Weston’s side.</p> + + <p>Another of the men sat down close by, and Grenfell + waved his hand to the others as they moved away.</p> + + <p>“Bless you! You’re good boys,” he said.</p> + + <p>The man who remained grinned at Weston.</p> + + <p>“We’ve packed the blame old deadbeat ’most three + miles. If Tom hadn’t promised to see him through I’d + have felt tempted to dump him into the river. The + boys were trying to fill him up at the Sprotson House.”</p> + + <p>Grenfell, who did not appear to hear him, thrust a + hand into his pocket, and pulling out a few silver coins + counted them deliberately.</p> + + <p>“Two—four—six,” he said. “Six dollars to face + an unkind world with. It isn’t very much.”</p> + + <p>He sighed and turned to Weston.</p> + + <p>“You know I’ve got to quit?”</p> + + <p>“That’s right,” interposed the other man. “Cassidy’s + had ’most enough of him. He never could cook, + anyway, and the boys are getting thin. Last thing he + did was to put the indurated plates on the stove to + warm. Filled the thing right up and left them. When + he came back the plates had gone.”</p> + + <p>Weston, who had been sent to work some distance + from the camp that day and had not heard of this mishap, + felt sorry for Grenfell. The man evidently had + always been somewhat frail, and now he was past his + prime; indulgence in deleterious whisky had further + <a class="pagenum" id="page76" title="76"></a>shaken him. He could not chop or ply the shovel, and + it was with difficulty that his companions had borne + his cooking, while it seemed scarcely likely that anybody + would have much use for him in a country that + is run by the young and strong. He sat still regarding + the money ruefully.</p> + + <p>“Six of them—and they charge you one for a meal + and a drink or two,” he said. “If I hadn’t known + where there was quartz streaked right through with + wire gold I might have felt discouraged.” Then he + straightened himself resolutely. “Seems to me it’s + time I went up and looked for it again.”</p> + + <p>“How can you know where it is when you have to + look for it?” the other man inquired.</p> + + <p>Grenfell glanced at him severely.</p> + + <p>“I’m not drunk—it’s my knees,” he pointed out. + “Don’t cast slurs on me. I was once Professor of—mineralogical + chemist and famous assayer too. Biggest + mining men in the country consulted me.”</p> + + <p>The track-grader nodded as he glanced at Weston.</p> + + <p>“I guess he was,” he said. “We had a man from + back east on this section who had heard of him.”</p> + + <p>Then he turned to Grenfell.</p> + + <p>“Go ahead and explain about the mine.”</p> + + <p>“I’m not sure that that’s quite straight,” Weston + objected. “If he does know anything of the kind——”</p> + + <p>“Oh,” said his companion, “I’m not on. If he + ever did know I guess he has forgotten it long ago. + He has been forgetting right along whether he put salt + in the hash or not, and each time he wasn’t sure he did + it again. That’s one of the things that made the + trouble.”</p> + + <p>Grenfell stopped him with a gesture.</p> + + <p>“I’m going to talk. Don’t interrupt. Mr. Weston + was once or twice a good friend to me, and you + <a class="pagenum" id="page77" title="77"></a>have seen me through a few times lately. Now I + know a quartz lead that’s run through with wire gold + quite rich enough to mill at a profit, but I can’t go up + and look for it in the bush myself. When I walk any + distance my knees get shaky. Make you firm offer—even + shares to come up with me.”</p> + + <p>“Where is it?”</p> + + <p>Grenfell turned and glanced toward the dim line + of snow that gleamed high up above the forests in the + north.</p> + + <p>“There’s a lake—the Lake of the Shadows—Verneille + called it that,” he said dreamily. “It lies in + a hollow of the range with the black firs all round. + There’s a creek at one side, with a clear pool where + it bends, and I came there one day very hot and + hungry with the boots worn off me. I think”—and by + his tense face he seemed to be trying earnestly to remember + something—“we were quite a few days crossing + that range, and our provisions were running put + when we hit the valley.”</p> + + <p>“Well?” prompted the track-grader when he + stopped.</p> + + <p>“I crawled down to the pool to drink. There were + pebbles in it and a ledge above. There were specks in + the pebbles, and specks that showed plainer in the + ledge. The stones were shot with the metal when I + broke one or two of those I took out.”</p> + + <p>He fumbled inside his pocket and produced a little + bag from which he extracted a few broken bits of + rock. Weston, to whom he passed them, could see + that little threads of metal ran through them. + “You’re quite sure it’s gold?” the other man inquired.</p> + + <p>“Am I sure!”</p> + + <p>Grenfell smiled compassionately.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page78" title="78"></a>“I was Professor—but guess I’ve told you that already.”</p> + + <p>“The lead?” inquired the other man.</p> + + <p>“Outcrop, a few yards of it. Then it dips on a + slight inclination, and evidently runs back toward the + range. An easy drive for an adit. Stayed there two + days, Verneille and I. Quite sure about that gold.”</p> + + <p>Weston’s face grew intent.</p> + + <p>“You recorded it?”</p> + + <p>“We staked a claim, and started back; but Verneille + couldn’t find a deer, and when we first hit the + valley provisions were running out. There was a mist + in the ranges, and whichever way we headed we + brought up on crags and precipices. Then we went + up to look for another way across and got into the + snow. I never knew how I got out—or where Verneille + went, but when I struck a prospector’s camp—he + wasn’t with me.”</p> + + <p>The track-grader nodded. He had been born + among the ranges, and knew that the prospectors who + went out on the gold trail did not invariably come + back. He had heard of famishing men staggering + along astonishing distances half-asleep or too dazed to + notice where they were going. He and Weston had + done so themselves, for that matter.</p> + + <p>“You told the prospector about the lead?” Weston + inquired.</p> + + <p>“If I did he never found the mine. I was scarcely + sensible when I reached his camp, and I lay there very + ill until he went on and left me with half a deer he’d + shot. After that I nearly gave out again making the + settlements.”</p> + + <p>“Well,” said the track-grader, “where’s the lake?”</p> + + <p>Grenfell spread out his hands.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page79" title="79"></a>“I don’t know. I went up to look for it three or + four times several years ago.”</p> + + <p>He broke off abruptly, and there was silence for a + minute or two. Strange as the thing appeared, it was + not altogether an unusual story. All the way from + California to the frozen north one now and then may + hear of men who struck a rich quartz or silver lead in + the wilderness, and, coming down to record it, signally + failed to find it again. What is stranger still, there are + mines that have been discovered several times by different + men, none of whom was ever afterward able + to retrace his steps. At any rate, if one accomplished + it, he never came back to tell of his success, for the + bones of many prospectors lie unburied in the wilderness. + Indeed, when the wanderers who know it best + gather for the time being in noisy construction camp + or beside the snapping fire where the new wagon road + cleaves the silent bush, they tell tales of lost quartz-reefs + and silver leads as fantastic as those of the genii-guarded + treasures of the East, and the men who have + been out on the gold trail generally believe them.</p> + + <p>On the surface Grenfell’s task seemed easy. He + had to find a lonely lake cradled in a range; and there + are, as the maps show, three great ranges running + roughly north and south in the Pacific Province. Still, + in practice, it is difficult to tell where one leaves off + and the other begins, for that wild land has been aptly + termed a sea of mountains. They seem piled on one + another, peak on peak; and spur on spur, and among + their hollows lie lonely lakes and frothing rivers almost + without number, while valley and hill-slopes are + usually shrouded in tremendous forest to the line + where the dwindling pines meet the gleaming snow. + Weston was, of course, aware of this, and he felt, + <a class="pagenum" id="page80" title="80"></a>somewhat naturally, that it complicated the question.</p> + + <p>Then Grenfell turned to him and his companion.</p> + + <p>“I’ve made you my offer—a third-share each,” he + said. “Are you coming?”</p> + + <p>The track-grader shook his head.</p> + + <p>“No,” he replied, “I guess not. I’m making good + wages here. So long as I can keep from riling Cassidy + they’re sure.” Then he grinned at Weston. “It’s + your call.”</p> + + <p>Weston sat silent for a full minute, but his heart + was beating faster than usual, and he glanced up from + the piles of gravel and blackened fir stumps by the + track to the gleaming snow. A sudden distaste for the + monotonous toil with the shovel came upon him, and + he felt the call of the wilderness. Besides, he was + young enough to be sanguine, although, for that matter, + older men, worn by disappointments and toilsome + journeys among the hills, have set out once more on + the gold trail with an optimistic faith that has led them + to their death. Ambition awoke in him, and he recognized + now that the week or two spent in Kinnaird’s + camp had rendered it impossible for him to remain a + track-grader. At length he turned to Grenfell.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said, “if you’re still in the same mind + to-morrow I’ll come. Still, if you think better of it, + you can cry off then.”</p> + + <p>His sense of fairness demanded that; for he would + not bind a man whose senses were, it seemed reasonable + to suppose, not particularly clear. Grenfell evidently + understood him, and drew himself up with an + attempt at dignity.</p> + + <p>“My head’s quite right when I’m sitting down; + it’s my knees,” he said. “Want to put the thing + through now—half-share each. We’ll call it a bargain.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page81" title="81"></a>The track-grader nodded to Weston.</p> + + <p>“I guess you needn’t stand off,” he said. “He + knows what he’s doing.”</p> + + <p>They shook hands on it, and then proceeded to discuss + ways and means. It was clear that they might be + some time in the wilderness, and would need provisions, + new boots, blankets, a rifle, and a tent; and all + of these things are dear in that country. They recognized + that it would be advisable also to take a horse or + mule. Weston did not think that any of the bush + ranchers would hire them one, as horses are not always + brought back from such journeys. This would + render it necessary to buy one; and to meet this expenditure + Grenfell had six dollars and Weston not + very much more.</p> + + <p>While they were considering what items they could + leave out, two or three men came up the trail from the + settlement, which led close by, and one of them threw + Weston a couple of letters.</p> + + <p>“Mail-carrier rode in before we left, and I guessed + I’d bring them along,” he said.</p> + + <p>There was scarcely light enough to see by, and + Weston had some little difficulty in reading the letters. + One was from Stirling and ran:</p> + + <blockquote> + <p>“Start on Monday for Winnipeg. I want a talk + with you and may make a proposition. Enclose order + that will frank you over the C.P.R.”</p> + </blockquote> + + <p>Weston gazed at it with a thoughtful face. Winnipeg + was a very long way off, and it was tolerably clear + that Stirling, perhaps influenced by something his + daughter or Major Kinnaird had said, meant to offer + him promotion. Still, though he did not know exactly + why, he shrank from accepting any favor from Miss + <a class="pagenum" id="page82" title="82"></a>Stirling’s father, and, besides that, he had already + pledged himself to Grenfell. He laid down the letter + and opened the second one. Out of this he took an + order on one of the H.B.C. settlement stores, dated + at the Vancouver station. It was marked duplicate, + and read:</p> + + <blockquote> + <p>“To Agent, Anson’s Forks station:</p> + + <p>“Provide Mr. Weston with whatever he may require + in the shape of blankets, provisions, and any sundries + in your stock for a prospecting trip.”</p> + </blockquote> + + <p>A sheet of paper had been laid beside it, and Weston’s + face flushed as he read, “Won’t you accept this + with the good wishes of your late companions?”</p> + + <p>It was evidently from Miss Stirling, for it was a + woman’s writing, and he did not think an Englishwoman + would have said “Won’t you,” as she had done. + He could recognize the delicacy with which she had + refrained from offering him money, or even stipulating + any definite sum in the order, and it was evident + that she had taken some trouble to arrange the matter + with the H. B. C. agent at Vancouver. The thing had + been done in kindness, and yet it hurt him. He could + have accepted it more readily from anybody else. On + the other hand, he remembered that she had known + him only as a track-grader, and that he was, as a matter + of fact, nothing else. He could not send the order + back without appearing ungracious or disposed to assert + that he was of her own station. Then another + thought struck him.</p> + + <p>“I don’t think they knew my name. They called + me Clarence,” he said. “Somebody must have thought + it worth while to write Cassidy.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page83" title="83"></a>He had forgotten his companions, and when Grenfell + looked at him inquiringly, he laughed.</p> + + <p>“It’s something I was thinking of,” he said, handing + the order across. Grenfell gazed at it with unqualified + satisfaction.</p> + + <p>“This straightens everything out,” he said.</p> + + <p>“I’m not quite sure it does,” returned Weston, + dryly. “In fact in some respects it rather complicates + the thing. That, however, is a point that doesn’t concern + you.”</p> + + <p>His companion, who appeared to concur in this, + glanced with evident regret at the six dollars which + still lay beside him.</p> + + <p>“If I’d known that the order was in the mail, the + boys would have had to carry me every rod of the way + back to camp,” he said. “It’s not the first time that + I’ve been sorry I practiced economy.”</p> + + <p>Weston left him shortly afterward, and went back + with the other man toward the shanty.</p> + + <p>“The chances seem too steep for you?” suggested + Weston.</p> + + <p>“Well, I guess he did strike that gold; but I + shouldn’t be too sure of it. It’s quite likely that he + fancied the whole thing. You can’t count on the notions + of that kind of man.”</p> + + <p>He broke off for a moment, and appeared to consider.</p> + + <p>“There’s another point. The old tank has no + nerves left, and he’s no use on his legs. Guess, you’ll + have to carry him over the range.”</p> + + <p>Weston fancied that this was probable, and the + track-grader, who turned away to speak to another + man, left him in a thoughtful mood.</p> + </div> + <div class="chapter" id="chapter_viii"> + <p class="chapter_heading"><a class="pagenum" id="page84" title="84"></a>CHAPTER VIII</p> + + <h2 class="chapter_title">IN THE RANGES</h2> + + <p><span class="first_word">A month</span> had passed when Weston stood one + morning outside the tent he scarcely expected + that he or his comrade would sleep in again. It was + pitched beside a diminutive strip of boggy natural + prairie under the towering range, though the latter + was then shrouded in sliding mist out of which the + climbing firs raised here and there a ragged spire or + somber branch. The smoke of the cooking-fire hung + in heavy blue wreaths about the tent, and a thick rain + beat into the faces of the men.</p> + + <p>The few weeks they had spent in the wilderness + had made a change in them. Grenfell had clearer eyes + and skin, and was steadier on his legs, for he had + slaked his thirst with river-water for some time now. + Weston was a little leaner, and his face was grimmer + than it had been, for the whimsical carelessness had + faded out of it. Both of them were dressed largely in + rags, and their stout boots were rent; and they were + already very wet, though that was no great matter, as + they were used to it. There are a good many rivers + among those ranges, and no bridges. They were then + glancing at the horse which was cropping the harsh + grass of the swamp. It was of the Cayuse Indian + breed, and not particularly valuable, but it could be + sold for something if they succeeded in taking it back + <a class="pagenum" id="page85" title="85"></a>to the settlements. This, however, did not appear to + Weston very probable.</p> + + <p>“Short hobbles,” suggested Grenfell. “There’s + grass enough to last awhile, and it’s likely that we’ll + strike this way back. It’s a long way to the settlements, + and there’ll be quite a load of provisions and + things to pack.”</p> + + <p>They had made a cache of most of their provisions + the previous night, after searching in vain for a route + by which they could lead the horse over the range in + front of them; but Weston shook his head.</p> + + <p>“No,” he said, “we may not come back this way + after all, and a horse is pretty sure to get a hobble of + any kind foul round something in the bush. I can’t + have the beast held up to starve.”</p> + + <p>“Well,” said Grenfell, “I guess you understand + what leaving it loose means?”</p> + + <p>Weston did. He recognized that if they ever regained + that valley they would have to push on for the + settlements through a most difficult country, under a + heavy load, and even then leave behind them many + things which might have ministered to their comfort. + Still, he was resolute.</p> + + <p>“The beast could find its food somehow if we left + it loose, and it’s quite probable that it would work + down along the back trail to the settlements when the + grass round here gets scarce,” he said. “In any case + we’ll give it a chance for its life.”</p> + + <p>Grenfell made a sign of acquiescence.</p> + + <p>“Have it your way. If we ever come back to this + cache again, and I’m played out, as I probably will be, + you’ll have the pleasure of packing down everything we + want.”</p> + + <p>Weston did not answer, but there was a little satisfied + smile in his eyes as he watched the horse wander + <a class="pagenum" id="page86" title="86"></a>away unhampered into the rain. After this they sat + down to a very simple meal. Then they strapped their + packs on their shoulders—a thick blanket each, a small + bag of flour, some salt pork and green tea, and, while + Grenfell carried the light ax, Weston slung a frying-pan, + a kettle and a pannikin about him, as well as a + rifle, for there are black-tail deer in that country, and + they could not be sure that their provisions would last + the journey through. The prospector soon discovers + how much a man can do without, and it is a good deal + more than men bred in the cities would suppose. The + oddments rattled and banged about Weston’s shoulders + as he went up the steep slope through the thick timber; + and by the time they had cleared the latter, Grenfell + was visibly distressed, and both of them realized that + their difficulties had commenced.</p> + + <p>Any one unaccustomed to the country would probably + have considered the devious march that they already + had made arduous enough, but they had, at least + for the most part, followed the valleys and crossed + only a few low divides, and it was evident now that + their way led close up to the eternal snow. There was + a rock scarp in front of them, up part of which they + went on their hands and knees. When they reached + the summit of this, the slightly more level strip along + which they floundered was strewn with shattered rock + and gravel that had come down from the heights + above with the thaw in the spring; and it was with + difficulty that they made a mile an hour. The gold + trail is usually long and arduous; but the prospector is + content to have it so, for once it is made easier the + poor man’s day has gone. Then the men of the cities + set up their hydraulic monitors, or drive their adits, + and the free-lance who disdains to work for them + <a class="pagenum" id="page87" title="87"></a>rolls up his old blankets and pushes out once again into + the waste.</p> + + <p>They made supper at sunset among the last of the + dwindling pines; and then lay awake shivering part of + the night, for a nipping wind came down from the + snow, and they were very wet and cold. It rained + again the next day and most of the following one. + Still, they spent the two days crawling along the farther + side of the range, for when they had struggled + through the snow in a rift between two peaks, a great + wall of rock that fell almost sheer cut them off from + the next valley. Somewhat to Weston’s astonishment, + Grenfell now showed little sign of flagging. He + seemed intent and eager; and when they stopped, gasping, + where the rock fell straight down beneath their + feet to the thick timber that climbed from a thread-like + river, he sat down and gazed steadily below him.</p> + + <p>“They’re hemlocks along that bend?” he asked, + pointing to a ridge of somber green that rose above + the water.</p> + + <p>“Yes,” said Weston, “I think they are.”</p> + + <p>Grenfell straightened himself suddenly.</p> + + <p>“My sight’s not as good as yours, but I seemed to + know they must be. Can you make out any Douglas + firs in the thicker timber?”</p> + + <p>“Yes,” said Weston, excitedly, “there’s a spire or + two higher than the rest. You recognize the place?”</p> + + <p>His companion sat still with signs of tension in his + face, and it was clear that he was racking his befogged + brain. The few weeks of abstinence and healthful toil + had made a change in him, but one cannot in that space + of time get rid of the results of years of indulgence; + and under stress of excitement the man became confused + and fanciful.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page88" title="88"></a>“I’m not sure. I’m trying to think,” he said, laying + a lean, trembling hand on Weston’s arm. “Did you + never feel that there was something you ought to recollect + about a spot which you couldn’t have seen before?”</p> + + <p>Weston was in no mood to discuss questions of that + kind, though the curious sensation was not altogether + unfamiliar to him.</p> + + <p>“There’s only one way you could have known there + was hemlock yonder,” he asserted.</p> + + <p>Grenfell looked up at him with a dry smile.</p> + + <p>“You have to remember that I have been up in + the ranges several times. Parts of them are very much + alike.”</p> + + <p>After that Weston sat very still for several minutes, + though he found it exceedingly difficult. He had more + than once during the last few weeks doubted that Grenfell + had ever found the quartz-reef at all, for it seemed + quite possible that he had, as the track-grader suggested, + merely fancied that he had done so, and the + man’s manner had borne out that supposition. Cut + off from the whisky, he had now and then fallen into + fits of morbid moodiness, during which he seemed very + far from sure about the gold. This had naturally occasioned + Weston a good deal of anxiety. He had + thrown up his occupation and sunk his last dollar in + the venture, and the finding of the quartz-reef would, + he commenced to realize, open up to him alluring possibilities. + At length his companion spoke slowly.</p> + + <p>“If the river runs across the valley to the opposite + range a mile higher, this is the way I came down when + I found the gold,” he said.</p> + + <p>Weston scrambled to his feet. Floundering in haste + along the edge of the crag, he stopped some sixty yards + farther on, with a little quiver running through him. + From that point he could see that the river ran straight + <a class="pagenum" id="page89" title="89"></a>across to the opposite wall of rock. He flung up his + arms with an exultant shout. Then they went on + eagerly when Grenfell joined him.</p> + + <p>“Yes,” said the latter, when he had glanced below, + “I must have seen it the time I struck the gold. Only + then I came down the valley.”</p> + + <p>They pushed on. Toward sunset a thick rain once + more came down, and filmy mists wreathed themselves + about the hills and by and by filled up the valley, and + the strip of mountainside along which the two lonely + men plodded rose isolated from a sea of woolly vapor. + They held on, however, until, when the dusk commenced + to creep up the white peak above them, Weston + stopped with a little start. There was a curious + huddled object in a crevice of the rocks not far in + front of him.</p> + + <p>“Do you see that?” he asked. “What can it be?”</p> + + <p>Grenfell gazed at the thing steadily, and then turned + to his companion.</p> + + <p>“I think it’s Verneille,” he said.</p> + + <p>They came a little nearer, and saw that he was + right, for presently Grenfell stooped and picked up a + discolored watch. It had fallen away from the moldering + rags, but it had a solid case, and, when at length he + succeeded in opening it, he recognized the dial. He + gazed at it with a softening face, and then slipped it + into his pocket.</p> + + <p>“He was a good comrade. A man with long patience, + and I think he had a good deal to bear from + me,” he said.</p> + + <p>In the meanwhile Weston stood still, with the rain + on his face and his battered hat in his hand. Verneille + lay in a cleft of the rocks, where it seemed he had + crawled when he broke down on his last weary march, + but the sun and the rain had worked their will, and + <a class="pagenum" id="page90" title="90"></a>there was very little left of him. Indeed, part of the + bony structure had rolled clear of the shreds of tattered + rags. Grenfell gazed at him fixedly, and neither of the + men said anything for the next minute or two. The + peak above them was fading in the growing night, and + the stillness of the great desolation seemed intensified + by the soft patter of the rain. Then Weston roused + himself with an effort, for there was something to be + done.</p> + + <p>“We can’t leave him lying there,” he said. “There + is a little soil among the stones. It’s a pity we didn’t + bring the shovel.”</p> + + <p>The shovel was in the cache with one or two other + prospector’s tools, which, as the reef they desired to + find was uncovered in one place, they had not thought + it worth while to carry over that high ridge; so they + set to work in silence with the rifle butt and their + naked hands. Fortunately, the stones were large, and + the soil beneath them soft, and in about twenty minutes + they were ready for the rest of their task. It was one + from which they shrank, but they accomplished it, and + Grenfell straightened himself wearily as they laid the + last stone on the little mound.</p> + + <p>“It’s all we can do, but I should feel considerably + better if I could get a hard drink now,” he said.</p> + + <p>Then he made a little forceful gesture.</p> + + <p>“After all, he’s well out of it. That man was white + all through.”</p> + + <p>It was Verneille’s only epitaph, pronounced most + incongruously with the same breath that expressed his + comrade’s longing for whisky, but perhaps it was sufficient, + for when one is called a white man it implies a + good deal in that country. Nobody, it seemed, knew + where he came from, or whether there was any one + <a class="pagenum" id="page91" title="91"></a>who belonged to him, but he had done his work, and + they had found him sitting high on the lonely range to + point the way. That might have been of no great service + if it were only treasure to which the gold trail led, + but in the unclaimed lands the prospector scouts a little + ahead of the march of civilization. After him come + the axmen, the ploughmen and the artisans, and orchards + and mills and oatfields creep on a little farther + into the wilderness. Civilization has its incidental + drawbacks, but, in the west, at least, its advance provides + those who need them with new homes and food; + and, when one comes to think of it, in other respects + it is usually the dead men who have pushed on in advance + who point the way.</p> + + <p>A part only of the significance of that fact occurred + to Grenfell when the two men had plodded slowly on + and left the little pile of stones behind, and that was + naturally the part applicable to his particular case.</p> + + <p>“This makes the thing quite certain,” he said. + “We’re on the trail.”</p> + + <p>It was not astonishing that Weston had deduced as + much already.</p> + + <p>“Have you any idea where you separated?” he inquired.</p> + + <p>“No,” said Grenfell, wrinkling his forehead as + though thinking hard. “I’ve often tried to remember. + As I told you, we started out from the lake with + scarcely any provisions left, and we couldn’t find a + deer. I was played out and half-dazed, but for a time + we pushed on together. Then one day I found myself + in the thick timber alone. Verneille must have kept + the range, and I was in the valley. I was very sick + when I struck the prospector’s camp, and when I came + round I had only the haziest memory of the journey.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page92" title="92"></a>“If we can find a spot where the valley dies out into + the range, it will probably be where you left him,” said + Weston. “It would give us a point to work from. In + the meanwhile we want a place to camp.”</p> + + <p>They went down to the first of the timber, and, + spreading their blankets in a cranny of the rocks, built + a great fire soon after darkness fell. Weston, who + made the fire, filled the blackened kettle with water + from the creek, and Grenfell, who crouched beside the + snapping branches, also left him to prepare the supper. + They had been on their feet since sunrise, and it + was evident that he was very weary. He recovered a + little when he had eaten, but he leaned back against + the wet rock with a furrowed face when Weston took + out his pipe.</p> + + <p>“Abstinence has its drawbacks,” he said, shivering + in the bitter wind which whirled the stinging smoke + about them. “With a very small measure of whisky + one could be warm and content.” He glanced back + into the darkness that hid the towering peaks. “Verneille’s + to be envied—he’s well out of it.”</p> + + <p>“You said that before,” said Weston, in whose + veins life ran hot and strong.</p> + + <p>“I did,” his companion replied, with a little hollow + laugh. “You’ll find out some day that I was right. + He was dead when he fell to pieces in the wind and + weather.”</p> + + <p>“Of course!” said Weston with a trace of impatience, + for Grenfell’s half-maudlin observations occasionally + jarred on him; but the latter still looked at + him with a curious smile.</p> + + <p>“Keep clear of drugs and whisky. It’s good advice,” + he said. “You may go a long way before you + die.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page93" title="93"></a>“I’d feel a little more sure of it if we could find + the mine. It would give you a lift up, too.”</p> + + <p>Grenfell shook his head.</p> + + <p>“It could never lift me back to where I was,” he + said. “Could it give me the steady nerves and the + brain I used to have? There was a time when scarcely + a big mine was started in the west before they sent + their specimens to me. What could success offer me + now besides a few more years of indulgence and an opportunity + for drinking myself into my grave in comfort + and with comparative decency?”</p> + + <p>Weston supposed that this was the effect of weariness; + but his comrade straightened himself a little, and + his uncertain gaze grew steadier.</p> + + <p>“There’s one thing it can do,” he went on. “It + can show those who remember him as he was that + Grenfell the assayer and mineralogist can still look + round a mineral basin and tell just where the gold + should be.”</p> + + <p>Weston was no geologist, but he had seen enough + of it to recognize that prospecting is an art. Men certainly + strike a vein or alluvial placer by the merest + chance now and then, but the trained man works from + indication to indication until, though he is sometimes + mistaken, he feels reasonably sure as to what waits to + be uncovered by the blasting charge or shovel. Grenfell’s + previous account of the discovery had, however, + not made quite plain the fact that he had adopted the + latter course.</p> + + <p>“You told me you found the quartz by accident + when you went to drink at a creek,” he said. “Any + green hand might have done the same.”</p> + + <p>Grenfell laughed.</p> + + <p>“The point is that I knew there was gold in the + <a class="pagenum" id="page94" title="94"></a>valley. I told you we stayed there until the provisions + had almost run out. I wanted material proof—and I + was satisfied when I found that little strip of outcrop.”</p> + + <p>“A little strip! You said the lead ran right back + to the hill and one could follow it with an adit.”</p> + + <p>“It does, although I haven’t seen it. The adit + would dip a little. The thing’s quite certain.”</p> + + <p>Weston once more became sensible of the misgivings + that not infrequently had troubled him. His comrade, + he believed, really had been a famous mineralogist, + but now he was a frail and broken man with a + half-muddled brain who could not be trusted to keep + the fire going beneath the pots while he cooked a meal. + He was also a prey to maudlin fancies, and it seemed + quite possible that the mine was no more than a + creation of his disordered imagination. There were + only two things that partly warranted his belief in it-a + fragment of quartz, and the presence of the dead + man on the lonely range, though Weston admitted that + there was a certain probability of Grenfell’s having deluded + Verneille too. He had, however, pledged himself + to look for the lead, and that, at least, he meant to + do. The search, in the meanwhile, was sufficient to + occupy him, as he was one who escaped a good many + troubles by confining his attention to the task in hand.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said, dismissing the matter from his + mind, “I’ll turn out at sun-up, and when we’ve had + breakfast we’ll go on again.”</p> + + <p>He lay down near the snapping fire and, drawing + up the blanket to keep the rain from his face, was + sound asleep in a few minutes. Grenfell, however, sat + awake for a long time, shivering in the whirling + smoke, and now and then glancing curiously at his + companion.</p> + </div> + <div class="chapter" id="chapter_ix"> + <p class="chapter_heading"><a class="pagenum" id="page95" title="95"></a>CHAPTER IX</p> + + <h2 class="chapter_title">A FRUITLESS SEARCH</h2> + + <p><span class="first_word">They</span> had wandered far through the ranges, and + camped beside several lonely lakes, none of + which, however, proved to be the one for which they + were searching, when Weston rose one morning from + his lair among the dewy fern. He did it reluctantly, + for during the past week he had carried Grenfell’s load + as well as his own, and it would have pleased him to lie + still a little longer. His shoulders were aching, and + the constant pressure of the pack-straps had galled + them cruelly; but in one respect it would not have + troubled him if his burden had been heavier, for their + provisions were running out rapidly. There was a + river close by, but he no longer felt the least inclination + for a morning swim, or, indeed, for any occupation + that was not obviously necessary. He had lived very + sparingly of late, and had contrived that Grenfell got + rather more than his share of the cut-down rations. + It was clear to him that the older man’s strength was + rapidly failing.</p> + + <p>He kicked the embers of the fire together, and, + after laying on a few resinous billets split the night + before, placed an inch or two of pork in the frying-pan, + and then carefully shook out a double handful of + flour from the almost-empty bag. This he beat up + with water and poured into the hot pan when the + pork was done. He watched it until it hardened a little + <a class="pagenum" id="page96" title="96"></a>on one side, when he flung it up into the air and caught + it in the pan again. There is an art in making palatable + flapjacks out of nothing but flour and water. + When the meager breakfast was ready, he awakened + Grenfell, who sat up grumbling.</p> + + <p>“It’s time we made a start. This is our last day,” + said Weston.</p> + + <p>Grenfell, who did not answer, made his toilet by + buttoning his jacket and stretching himself, after + which he blinked at his companion with watery eyes.</p> + + <p>“There are no marble basins or delicately perfumed + soaps in the bush,” he said.</p> + + <p>Weston laughed.</p> + + <p>“I don’t remember having seen them at the muskeg + camp. In the meanwhile, breakfast’s ready. I’m + sorry there isn’t a little more of it.”</p> + + <p>His companion glanced at the frying-pan.</p> + + <p>“A scrap of rancid pork, and a very small flapjack—burnt + at that! To think that human intelligence + and man’s force of will should be powerless without a + sufficiency of such pitiable things. It’s humiliating.”</p> + + <p>Then, with a grimace of disgust, he stretched out + his hand for the blackened pannikin.</p> + + <p>“Green tea is a beverage that never appealed to me, + and I feel abject this morning. Now, if I had a little + Bourbon whisky I could laugh at despondency and + weariness. That golden liquid releases the mind from + the thraldom of the worn-out body.”</p> + + <p>“It depends on one’s knees,” said Weston, with + a trace of dryness. “Yours have a habit of giving out + unexpectedly, and I shouldn’t like to carry you up this + valley. Anyway, breakfast’s ready, and we have to + find that lake to-day or give up the search.”</p> + + <p>They set about breakfast, and again it happened + that Grenfell got rather more than his share. Then + <a class="pagenum" id="page97" title="97"></a>Weston, who carried also the heavy rifle, strapped the + double burden on his shoulders, and they started on + their march, walking wearily. The valley that they + followed, like most of the others, was choked with + heavy timber, and they pressed on slowly through the + dim shadow of great balsams, hemlocks, and Douglas + firs, among which there sprang up thickets of tall green + fern that were just then dripping with the dew. The + stiff fronds brushed the moisture through the rags they + wore and wet them to the skin; but they were used to + that. It was the fallen trees that troubled them most. + These lay in stupendous ruin, with their giant branches + stretching far on either side, and, where tangled + thickets rendered a detour inadmissible, it now and + then cost them half an hour’s labor with the ax to hew + a passage through. Then there were soft places + choked with willows where little creeks wandered + among the swamp-grass in which they sank to the + knees; but they pushed on resolutely, with the perspiration + dripping from them, until well on in the afternoon.</p> + + <p>Once or twice Weston wondered why he had held + on so long. It was some time since they had found + Verneille lying high upon the desolate range, and this + was still the only thing which seemed to bear out his + comrade’s story. The latter had only a few very hazy + recollections to guide him, and during the last week + he had not come upon anything in the shape, of a + mountain spur or frothing creek that appeared to fit in + with them. There was, however, a vein of tenacity in + Weston, and he was quietly bent on going on to the + end—that is, until there were no more provisions left + than would carry them back to the cache, marching on + considerably less than half rations.</p> + + <p>They had made, perhaps, two leagues with infinite + <a class="pagenum" id="page98" title="98"></a>difficulty, when toward the middle of the afternoon + they came upon a spur of the range that ran out into + the valley. Weston decided that they could probably + see some distance across the timber from the crest of + it, so they climbed up painfully. They were gasping + when they reached a ledge of rock a little below the + summit, but that was not why they sat down. Both + shrank from the first momentous glimpse into the head + of the valley, for if there were no lake there they had + thrown away their toil and must drag themselves back + to the settlements defeated and broken men. It is hard + to face defeat when one is young, and, perhaps, harder + still when one is old and has nothing to fall back on. + Grenfell expressed part of his thoughts when he turned + to his companion.</p> + + <p>“We shall decide the thing in a few more minutes,” + he said. “I suppose we couldn’t risk going on a little + farther to-morrow?”</p> + + <p>Weston shook his head resolutely, though he felt + the same temptation. It was in one sense curious that + the older man should defer to him.</p> + + <p>“No,” said Weston, “we should have turned back + several days ago. It will be a tough march to reach the + cache now.”</p> + + <p>Grenfell made a little gesture.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said, “we’ll go up and see.”</p> + + <p>They went up, part of the way on their hands and + knees, and then, though the slope was less steep, both + of them hung back when they neared the crest of the + divide. There was still a faint probability that their + journey had not been futile, and they clung to it + desperately. Grenfell went first, and, when he reached + the crest, stood stone still with his back to Weston, + who held his breath as he scrambled after him. Then + <a class="pagenum" id="page99" title="99"></a>Grenfell, turning a little toward him, suddenly flung + out a pointing hand.</p> + + <p>The head of the valley stretched away beneath + them, but there was no gleam from a lonely lake in the + midst of it. From hillside to hillside the close ranks + of somber firs ran unbroken.</p> + + <p>Weston’s face grew hard and grim.</p> + + <p>“That’s the end,” he said hoarsely. “There is + nothing for it but to take the back trail.”</p> + + <p>Then the strength seemed to melt out of Grenfell, + and he sat down limply.</p> + + <p>“It was the belief that I should find that lake some + day that has kept me on my feet the last eight years,” + he said. “Except for that I should have gone under + long ago. Now, it’s hardly likely that I shall ever get + back here again.”</p> + + <p>He turned and blinked at Weston with half-closed + eyes.</p> + + <p>“You can’t understand. You have the world before + you,” he said.</p> + + <p>Weston fancied that he could understand in part, + at least. His comrade was an old and frail and friendless + man for whom nobody in that country was, as they + say there, likely to have any use, and the fact that he + probably had himself to blame for it did not make + things easier. Weston forgot that he also was a man + without an occupation, and his face grew sympathetic; + but in a few minutes Grenfell seemed to pull himself + together.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said, “we’ll take the back trail.”</p> + + <p>They followed it for a week, but the distance that + they covered diminished day by day. Grenfell would + insist on sitting down for half an hour or so at regular + intervals, and when they faced a steep ascent Weston + <a class="pagenum" id="page100" title="100"></a>had to drag him. The man seemed to have fallen + to pieces now that the purpose that had sustained him + had failed, and his comrade, who carried a double burden + and undertook all that was necessary each time + they made camp, grew more and more anxious every + day, for, though they did not eat enough to keep the + strength in them, their provisions were almost exhausted. + Nor could he find a deer; and it became a + momentous question whether they could reach the + cache before the last handful of flour was gone. Still, + they held on along the back trail, with the burst boots + galling their bleeding feet, worn-out, haggard, and + ragged, until, one day on the slope of the range, they + lost the trail, and when evening was drawing in they + held a consultation.</p> + + <p>There was a valley; a creek came frothing down + not far from them; a narrow, steep-sided cleft rent + through stupendous rocks; and the white ridge high + above it seemed familiar. Weston gazed at the latter + thoughtfully.</p> + + <p>“We could get up that way, and there’ll be good + moonlight to-night,” he said. “If that snow-ridge lies + where I think it does, there’s a ravine running down + through the neck of the high spur; and once we strike + the big dip it’s a straight trail to the cache. If we + started now we ought to get there to-morrow.”</p> + + <p>He broke off for a moment, and opened the almost-empty + bag.</p> + + <p>“In fact we have to.”</p> + + <p>Grenfell made a sign of acquiescence, and by and + by they rose and forced a passage through the timber + into the ravine. Then they went up and up, through + the creek and beside it, crawling over fallen trees, and + dragging themselves across slippery shelves of rock, + until, though still very steep, the way grew a trifle + <a class="pagenum" id="page101" title="101"></a>easier. It was Grenfell’s last effort, and Weston had + no courage left to cheer him on. At times he stumbled + beside him, and then went on and sat down gasping + to wait until his comrade came up with him again. It + was a week since they had made more than half a meal, + and much longer since they had eaten a sufficient one. + They were famishing, worn-out, and a trifle fanciful, + while the light was dying fast and a great wall of + mountains, beyond which the cache lay, still rose in + front of them.</p> + + <p>Dusk crept up from the valley and overtook them + as they climbed, then passed ahead and blotted out the + battalions of somber pines. The little breeze that had + sighed among the latter died away, and the hoarse + clamor of the creek intensified the deep silence that + wrapped dusky hillside and lonely valley. Then a + half-moon sailed out above the dim white peaks, and + its pale radiance gleamed on frothing water and dripping + stone, and showed the two men still climbing. + They drew their breath heavily; the sweat of effort + dripped from them; but they toiled upward, with tense + faces and aching limbs. The cache could not be very + far away, and they realized that if once they lay down + they might never commence the march again.</p> + + <p>By and by the creek seemed to vanish, and its roar + died away, while after that they wandered, still ascending, + apparently for hours among dim spires of trees, + until the path once more dipped sharply beneath their + feet. They had traversed a wider, shallower valley between + the spur and the parent range. Weston was + afterward quite sure of that, for it had a great + shadowy wall of rock on one hand of it.</p> + + <p>“We are coming down upon the cache. We have + crossed the neck,” he said.</p> + + <p>They blundered downward, walking now with + <a class="pagenum" id="page102" title="102"></a>half-closed eyes, and sometimes for a few moments + with them shut altogether. At times they fell over + boulders and into thickets of rotting branches that lay + around fallen trees, but, though their senses had almost + deserted them, they were certainly going down. The + pines grew taller and thicker; withered twigs and + needles crackled beneath their feet; though in places + they plunged downward amidst a rush of slipping + gravel. Still, half-dazed as he was, Weston was puzzled. + It seemed to him that the gully they were descending + was longer than it should have been. It + ought to have led them, by that time, out on a plateau + from which the hillside fell to the hollow where they + had made the cache. He did not, however, mention + this to Grenfell.</p> + + <p>By degrees the dim black trees grew hazier and + less material. They appeared unsubstantial shadows + of firs and pines, and he resented the fact that they + barred his passage, when he blundered into one or two + of them. There was a creek somewhere, but it was + elusive, flashing here and there in the uncertain moonlight + and vanishing again. Once or twice he thought + he had left it behind, and was astonished when shortly + afterward he stumbled into it to the knees. He had a + distressful stitch in his side, which, though he had been + conscious of it for several hours, was growing almost + insupportable. Sometimes he called to Grenfell, who + seldom answered him, just to break the oppressive silence. + It seemed to enfold and crush him in spite of the + clamor of the creek which indeed he scarcely heard. + No man, he fancied, had crept through those solitudes + before; but several times he felt almost sure that he + saw shadowy figures flitting among the trees, and + Grenfell declared that he heard the clank of cowbells. + <a class="pagenum" id="page103" title="103"></a>Weston was not astonished, though he knew that no + cattle had ever crossed that range.</p> + + <p>At last in the gray dawn they came to a little opening + where the ground was soft. It seemed familiar, + and both of them stopped. They certainly had seen + before something very much like the slope of rock + that rose in front of them. Weston, blinking about + him, discovered in the quaggy mould two foot-prints + half filled with water. He called to Grenfell, who + leaned on his shoulder while he stooped to see them + more clearly. Then he discovered two more footprints + a little farther away. They were fresh, and + evidently had not been made by the man who left the + others. Suddenly, he straightened himself with a + harsh laugh.</p> + + <p>“That is where we went up last night. We are + back again,” he said.</p> + + <p>Grenfell gazed at him stupidly.</p> + + <p>“But we went through the valley between the range + and the spur,” he insisted. “I remember it. We must + have done so.”</p> + + <p>Weston’s face showed drawn and grim in the + creeping light.</p> + + <p>“If you went over all the range by daylight you + would never find that valley again. It will have vanished + altogether, like the lake.”</p> + + <p>“But I camped beside the lake.”</p> + + <p>“Well,” said Weston, “we floundered through the + valley, and we have come back to where we started. + That’s a sure thing. What do you make of it?”</p> + + <p>Grenfell admitted that it was beyond him.</p> + + <p>“It doesn’t count for much in any case. We can’t + make the cache now—and I’m going to sleep,” he + said.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page104" title="104"></a>Weston let his pack drop, and, unrolling their + blankets, they stretched themselves out beneath a great + black pine. They had made their last effort, and their + strength was spent. There was, it seemed, no escape. + In the meanwhile, mind and body craved for sleep.</p> + </div> + <div class="chapter" id="chapter_x"> + <p class="chapter_heading"><a class="pagenum" id="page105" title="105"></a>CHAPTER X</p> + + <h2 class="chapter_title">THE HOTEL-KEEPER</h2> + + <p><span class="first_word">The</span> sun was high in the heavens when Weston + awakened, ravenous, with an almost intolerable + stitch in his side. He rose with a stagger, and then + sat down again, while his face went awry, and took out + his pipe. He had still a very little tobacco left, and he + fancied that it might deaden the pangs of hunger. + Then he glanced at Grenfell, who lay fast asleep close + by, with his blanket falling away from him. The + man’s face was half buried among the withered needles + which were thick in his unkempt hair, and he lay huddled + together, grotesque and unsightly in ragged disarray. + Weston vacantly noticed the puffiness of his + cheeks, and the bagginess beneath his eyes. The stamp + of indulgence was very plain upon him, and the + younger man, who had led a simple, strenuous life, + was sensible of a certain repulsion from him.</p> + + <p>He realized also that were he alone it was just possible + that, before his strength failed him altogether, + he might reach the spot where they had cached their + provisions, and for several minutes he grappled with + the question whether he should make the attempt. + Then he brushed aside the arguments that seemed to + warrant it, and admitted that in all probability Grenfell + would have succumbed before he could get back + again. After all, this outcast who had led him into + the wilderness on a fruitless search was his comrade, + <a class="pagenum" id="page106" title="106"></a>and they had agreed to share and share alike. That + Grenfell had at the most only a few years of indulgence + still in front of him did not affect the question. + The specious reasons which seemed to prove that he + would be warranted in deserting his comrade would + not fit in with his simple code, which, avoiding all side + issues, laid down very simply the things one could not + do.</p> + + <p>Rising stiffly, he laid the flour-bag, which he had + not shaken absolutely empty, by Grenfell’s side; and, + taking from his pocket an indelible pencil that he happened + to have with him, he moistened the point of it + and scrawled a message across a piece of the almost-empty + package in which they had carried their tea.</p> + + <p>“Gone to look for a deer,” it read, and he laid a + stone on it where Grenfell could not fail to see it.</p> + + <p>Then he took up the repeating rifle, and lurching + down-hill plunged into the forest. Both the black-tail + deer and the mule-deer are to be met with in that + country, but, somewhat strange to say, they are, as a + rule, more plentiful round the smaller settlements than + in the wilderness, and they are always singularly difficult + to see. The inexperienced sportsman cannot invariably + discern one when it is pointed out to him, and + the bush deer very seldom stand silhouetted against + the sky. Their pale tinting blends with that of the fir + trunks and the tall fern, and they seem to recognize + the desirability of always having something near them + that breaks their continuity of outline. Besides, to + hunt in the thick bush needs the keenest powers of observation + of both ear and eye, and an infinite patience, + of which a worn-out, famishing white man is very + rarely capable. When one steps on a dry twig, or sets + a thicket crackling, it is necessary to lie still for + minutes, or to make a long detour before again taking + <a class="pagenum" id="page107" title="107"></a>up the line of approach to a likely spot; and that morning + Weston blundered noisily into many an obstacle. + His eyes were unusually bright and fiercely keen, but + his worn-out limbs would not quite obey him.</p> + + <p>He lay still among the undergrowth about the + rocky places where the deer come out to sun themselves + clear of the dew-wet fern, and crawled into quaggy + swamps where the little black bear feeds, but he could + find no sign of life. When he strained his ears to listen + there was only the sound of falling water or the + clamor of a hidden creek. Sight was of almost as little + service among those endless rows of towering trunks, + between which the tall fern and underbrush sprang up. + There was no distance, scarcely even an alternation of + light and shadow. The vision was narrowed in and + confused by the unchanging sameness of the great gray + colonnade.</p> + + <p>Still, Weston persisted in his search; though it was + not patience but the savageness of desperation that + animated him. He would not go back empty-handed, + if he struggled on until he dropped.</p> + + <p>It was late in the afternoon before his search was + rewarded. He had reached a strip of slightly clearer + ground when he heard a faint rustle, and he stiffened + suddenly in strung-up attention. There was, he remembered, + a great hemlock close behind him, but he + recognized that any movement might betray his presence, + and, standing very still, he slowly swept his eyes + across the glade. A curious, hard glint crept into them + when they rested on one spot where something that + looked very much like a slender, forked branch rose + above a thicket. Then a small patch of slightly different + color from the thicket appeared close beneath, + and, though he knew that this might send the deer off, + he sank slowly down until he could sit on his drawn-back + <a class="pagenum" id="page108" title="108"></a>right foot. He could not be sure of the steadiness + of his hands, and he wanted a support for the rifle. + Though every nerve in him seemed to thrill, it was + done deliberately, and he found that he could see almost + as clearly from the lower level.</p> + + <p>Then he waited, with the rifle in his left hand, and + that elbow on his knee, until there was a faint crackling, + and a slightly larger patch of fur emerged from + the thicket. He held his breath as he stiffened his left + fingers on the barrel and dropped his cheek on the + butt. There would, he knew, be only one shot, a long + one, and, while it was not particularly easy to get the + sight on that little patch, it was considerably handier + to keep it there. Besides, he was not sure that the + rear slide was high enough, for the light was puzzling. + It might very well throw him a foot out in the elevation.</p> + + <p>He crouched, haggard, ragged, savage-eyed, + steadying himself with a strenuous effort, while the + little bead of foresight wavered. It moved upward + and back again half an inch or so while his finger + slowly contracted on the trigger. Then, as it swung + across the middle of the patch, he added the last trace + of pressure. He saw a train of sparks leap from the + jerking muzzle, and felt the butt jar upon his shoulder. + Still, as is almost invariably the case with a man whose + whole force of will is concentrated on holding the + little sight on a living mark, he heard no detonation. + He recognized, however, the unmistakable thud of the + bullet smashing through soft flesh, and that was what + he listened for.</p> + + <p>As he sprang to his feet, jerking another cartridge + from the magazine, there was a sharp crackling + amidst the thicket and a rustling of the fern. A + blurred shape that moved with incredible swiftness + <a class="pagenum" id="page109" title="109"></a>sailed into the air, and vanished as he fired again. The + smoke blew back into his eyes, and there was a low + rustling that rapidly grew fainter. He ran to the + thicket, and found what he had expected—a few red + splashes among the leaves. Where the deer was hit + he did not know, but he braced himself for an effort, + for he fancied that he could follow the trail.</p> + + <p>It proved a long and difficult one, but as he worked + along it, smashing through thickets and crawling over + fallen trees, the red sprinkle still showed among the + leaves, and it did not seem possible that the deer could + go very far. Still, by this time the light was growing + dim, and he pressed on savagely with the perspiration + dripping from him in an agony of suspense. Even his + weariness was forgotten, though he reeled now and + then.</p> + + <p>At length, when he reached the head of a slope, + there was a crackling amidst the underbrush, and once + more a half-seen shape rose out of it. The rifle went + to his shoulder, and, though he had scarcely expected + the shot to be successful, the object in front of him + collapsed amidst the fern. He could no longer see + it, but, whipping out the big knife that he carried in + his belt, he ran toward the spot where it had appeared. + The ground seemed to be falling sharply, and + he recognized that there was a declivity not far away.</p> + + <p>The deer rose once more, and, though only a yard + or two away, he could scarcely see it. His eyes + seemed clouded, and he was gasping heavily. Whether + he dropped the rifle with intent or stumbled and let it + slip he never knew, but in another moment he had + flung himself upon the deer with the long knife in his + hand. Then his feet slipped, and he and the beast + rolled down a slope together. The blade he gripped + struck soil and stones, but at length he knew that it + <a class="pagenum" id="page110" title="110"></a>had gone in to the hilt in yielding flesh, and with a + tense effort he buried it again. After that he staggered + clear, half-dazed, but exultant, with a broad + crimson stain on the rags he wore. The beast’s limbs + and body quivered once or twice, and then it lay very + still.</p> + + <p>Weston took out his pipe and lay down with his + back against a tree, for all the power seemed to have + gone out of him, and he did not seem able to think + of anything. The pipe was empty before it dawned + on him that his comrade was famishing, and there + was still a task in hand. He set about it, and, though + it was far from heavy, he had some difficulty in getting + the dressed deer upon his shoulders. How he + reached camp with it he never knew, but he fell down + several times before he did so, and the soft darkness + had crept up from the valley when he staggered into + the flickering glow of a fire. His face was drawn and + gray, and there was blood and soil on his tattered + clothing. He dropped the deer, and collapsed beside + the fire.</p> + + <p>“Now,” he said hoarsely, “it’s up to you to do the + rest.”</p> + + <p>Grenfell set about it in wolfish haste, hacking off + great strips of flesh with patches of hide still attached + to them; and it was only when he flung them half-raw + out of the frying-pan that Weston roused himself. + Fresh bush venison is not a delicacy even when properly + cooked, and there are probably very few civilized + men who would care to consume much of it. The + muscular fiber resembles cordage; and strong green + tea is no doubt not the most desirable beverage to accompany + it; but Grenfell and Weston ate it in lumps + and were asleep within five minutes after they lay + down gorged to repletion beside the sinking fire. It is + <a class="pagenum" id="page111" title="111"></a>generally understood that a famishing person should + be supplied with nourishment sparingly, but in the + wilderness the man in that condition eats as much as + he conveniently can, and usually sleeps for about + twelve hours afterward. In any case, the sun was + high the next day when Weston awoke, feeling, except + for his muscular weariness, as fresh as he had + ever felt in his life. He roused Grenfell with his foot.</p> + + <p>“Get up,” he said, “we have to consider what to + do.”</p> + + <p>Grenfell blinked at him, with a grin.</p> + + <p>“Consider!” he ejaculated. “I know. The first + thing is to eat breakfast. Then we’ll lie down again + until it’s time for supper.”</p> + + <p>They did as he suggested, for there was meat + enough to last until they found the cache. This they + managed to do two days later. Somewhat to Weston’s + astonishment they found, also, the horse still + feeding on the strip of natural prairie; and, as the beast + and the buried camp gear it could now carry back + represented their whole worldly wealth, this was a + source of gratification to both of them. The man + without an occupation or a dollar in his pocket does + not, as a rule, find life very easy.</p> + + <p>They made the first settlement on the railroad + safely; and Weston, hearing that a new sawmill had + been started in a neighboring valley, set out the next + morning in search of it, leaving Grenfell to dispose, + of the camp gear and the horse. The manager of the + sawmill was, however, marking trees in the bush, and, + as Weston had to wait some time before he learned + that no more hands were wanted, it was evening before + he reached the little wooden hotel where he had + left his comrade. It had a veranda in front of it, and + he stopped when he reached the steps, for it was evident + <a class="pagenum" id="page112" title="112"></a>from the hoarse clamor and bursts of laughter + which came out of the open windows that something + quite unusual was going on. Then a man came down + the steps chuckling, and Weston, who stopped him, + inquired the cause of the commotion.</p> + + <p>“Two or three of the boys we have no great use + for are going out to-night to the copper vein the Dryhurst + people are opening up,” said the stranger. + “Your partner has been setting up the drinks for + them.”</p> + + <p>Weston was not pleased at this, but the other piece + of information the man gave him was interesting.</p> + + <p>“Are they taking on men?” he asked.</p> + + <p>“Anybody who can shovel. Sent down to Vancouver + for men a day or two ago.”</p> + + <p>“Then,” said Weston, “why didn’t this hotel-keeper + tell me, instead of sending me across to the + sawmill?”</p> + + <p>His informant laughed.</p> + + <p>“Jake,” he said, “is most too mean to live. He + strikes you a dollar for your breakfast and another + for supper, though anybody else would give you a + square meal for a quarter. Guess that may have + something to do with it.”</p> + + <p>Weston nodded.</p> + + <p>“It’s very probable,” he said. “They’re evidently + getting angry about something inside there. What’s + the trouble?”</p> + + <p>“Guess it’s your partner,” said the other man, with + a grin. “It seems Jake bought a horse from him; but + you’d better go in and see. I decided to pull out when + one of them got an ax. Struck me it would be kind + of safer in my shanty.”</p> + + <p>He went down the stairway; and as Weston went + up a raucous voice reached him.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page113" title="113"></a>“The money!” it said. “The money or the horse! + You hear me! Hand out the blame money!”</p> + + <p>Weston pushed open the door and stopped just + inside it. The room was big, and, as usual, crudely + furnished, with uncovered walls and floor, and a stove + in the midst of it. A bar ran along part of one side, + and a man in a white shirt was just then engaged in + hastily removing the bottles from it. Another man, + in blue shirt and duck trousers, stood beside the stove, + and he held a big ax which he swung suggestively. + It was evident that several of the others were runaway + sailormen, who have, since the days of Caribou, + usually been found in the forefront when there were + perilous wagon bridges or dizzy railroad trestles to be + built in the Mountain Province. There was, however, + nothing English in their appearance.</p> + + <p>“He wants his horse! Oh, bring it out!” sang + the man with the ax.</p> + + <p>There was a howl of approval from the cluster of + men who sat on a rough fir table; but the man behind + the bar raised an expostulating hand.</p> + + <p>“Boys,” he said, “you have got to be reasonable. + I bought that horse. If the deadbeat who made the + deal with me wants it back, all he has to do is to produce + the money.”</p> + + <p>Then Grenfell, who leaned on the table, drew himself + up, and made a gesture of protest. He was as + ragged and unkempt as ever.</p> + + <p>“I’ve been called a deadbeat, and I want it taken + back,” he said. “It’s slander. I’m a celebrated + mineralogist and assayer. Tell you how the deep + leads run; analyze you anything. For example, we’ll + proceed to put this hotel-keeper in the crucible, and + see what we get. It’s thirty parts hoggish self-sufficiency, + and ten parts ignorance. Forty more rank dishonesty, + <a class="pagenum" id="page114" title="114"></a>and ten of insatiable avarice. Ten more of + go-back-when-you-get-up-and-face-him. Can’t even + bluff a drunken man. I’ve no use for him.”</p> + + <p>There was a burst of applause, but Weston fancied + that the hotel-keeper’s attitude was comprehensible in + view of the fact that the drunken man had a big ax in + his hand. Crossing the room, he seized Grenfell’s + shoulder.</p> + + <p>“Sit down,” he said sternly. “Have you sold that + man my horse?”</p> + + <p>“He has, sure,” said one of the others. “Set us + up the drinks afterward. We like him. He’s a white + man.”</p> + + <p>“How much?” Weston asked.</p> + + <p>“Twenty dollars.”</p> + + <p>Then the man with the ax, who appeared to feel + that he was being left out of it, swung the heavy blade.</p> + + <p>“We want our horse!” he said. “Trot the blame + thing out!”</p> + + <p>One of the others thereupon raised a raucous voice + and commenced a ditty of the deep sea which was + quite unquotable. Weston silenced him with some + difficulty and turned to the rest.</p> + + <p>“Boys,” he said, “has the man yonder spent twenty + dollars on drinks to-day?”</p> + + <p>They were quite sure that he had not. He had, + they admitted, set up a round or two, but they were + not the boys to impose upon a stranger, and in proof + of this several of them asked the hotel-keeper what he + had received from them. Then Weston turned to the + latter.</p> + + <p>“Now,” he said, “we’ll try to straighten this thing + out, but I’ve no intention of being victimized. It’s + quite clear that the boys don’t seem in a humor to permit + that either.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page115" title="115"></a>“You’ve got us solid,” one of them assured him. + “All you have to do is to sail right ahead. Burn up + the blame hotel. Sling him out of the window. Anything + you like.”</p> + + <p>“Well,” said Weston, addressing the hotel-keeper, + “while I don’t know what your tariff is, it’s quite + evident to me, after what the others have said, that + my partner couldn’t very well have spent more than + five or six dollars. We’ll call it eight to make more + certain, and I’ll pacify him if you’ll hand me twelve.”</p> + + <p>“Twelve dollars,” sang the axman, “or the horse! + Bring them out!”</p> + + <p>“It’s worse than holding up a train,” complained + the hotel-keeper. “Still, I’ll part with it for the pleasure + of getting rid of you.”</p> + + <p>He did so; and when Weston, who pocketed the + money, inquired when the next east-bound train left, + one of the others recollected that it was in rather less + than half an hour. Some of them got up with a + little difficulty, and Grenfell looked at Weston deprecatingly.</p> + + <p>“You mustn’t hurry me,” he observed, “my knees + have given out again.”</p> + + <p>They set out in a body, two of them assisting + Grenfell, who smiled at the men assembled in the unpaved + street to witness their departure. There were + eight of them altogether, including the man who still + carried the ax, which, it transpired later, belonged to + the hotel-keeper. The soft darkness fell, and the white + mists crawled up the hillside as, laughing harshly, they + plodded through the little wooden town. They were + wanderers and vagabonds, but they were also men + who had faced the stinging frost on the ranges and + the blinding snow. They had held their lives lightly + as they flung the tall wooden bridges over thundering + <a class="pagenum" id="page116" title="116"></a>cañons, or hewed room for the steel track out of + their black recesses with toil incredible. Flood and + frost, falling trees, and giant-powder that exploded + prematurely, had as yet failed to crush the life out + of them, and, after all, it is, perhaps, men of their + kind who have set the deepest mark upon the wilderness.</p> + </div> + <div class="chapter" id="chapter_xi"> + <p class="chapter_heading"><a class="pagenum" id="page117" title="117"></a>CHAPTER XI</p> + + <h2 class="chapter_title">IN THE MOONLIGHT</h2> + + <p><span class="first_word">It</span> was, as far as outward appearances went, a somewhat + disreputable company that had assembled in + the little station when the whistle of the Atlantic train + came ringing up the track, and Weston would have + been just as much pleased if the agent had provided + a little less illumination. Several big lamps had just + been lighted, though, there was a bright moon in the + sky, and Grenfell, who was dressed for the most part + in thorn-rent rags, sat on a pile of express freight + amidst a cluster of his new comrades discoursing + maudlin philosophy. The other man, who still clung + to the hotel-keeper’s ax, was recounting with dramatic + force how he had once killed a panther on Vancouver + Island with a similar weapon, and, when he swung + the heavy blade round his head, there was a momentary + scattering of the crowd of loungers, who had, as + usual, gathered to see the train come in.</p> + + <p>“Yes, sir, I split that beast right up first time,” + he said. “I’m a chopper. You’d have seen the pieces + fly if I’d sailed into that hotel bar a little while ago.”</p> + + <p>Weston fancied that this was probable, for the + man was dexterous, and there was applause when he + set the bright blade whirling, and passed the haft from + hand to hand. Most of the loungers could do a good + deal with the ax themselves, and the lean, muscular + demonstrator made rather a striking figure as he stood + <a class="pagenum" id="page118" title="118"></a>poised in statuesque symmetry under the lamplight + with the bright steel flashing about him.</p> + + <p>In the meantime, Weston leaned on the pile of + cases and packages somewhat moodily. After paying + for his ticket and Grenfell’s to the station nearest the + copper-mine he had about four dollars in his pocket, + and he did not know what he should do if no employment + were offered him when he got there. He had no + doubt that he could provide for himself somehow, but + Grenfell was becoming a responsibility. He felt that + he could not cast the man adrift, and it seemed + scarcely likely that anybody would be anxious to hire + him. Still, Grenfell was his comrade, and they had + borne a good deal together during their journey in + the wilderness. That counted for something. There + was also another matter that somewhat troubled Weston. + He was not unduly careful about his personal + appearance, but he had once been accustomed to the + smoother side of life in England, and his clothing was + now almost dropping off him. The storekeeper, whom + he had interviewed that morning, had resolutely declined + to part with a single garment except for money + down; and, after an attempt to make at least part of + the damage good with needle and thread, Weston + found the effort useless and abandoned it.</p> + + <p>Then two great locomotives came snorting out of + the shadows that wrapped the climbing track, and he + grasped the shoulder of his comrade, who did not appear + disposed to get up. There was a little pointed + badinage between those who were starting for the + mine and the loungers, and in the midst of it the big + cars rolled into the station. Weston started, and his + face grew darkly flushed, for two white-clad figures + leaned out over the guard-rail of one of the platforms, + <a class="pagenum" id="page119" title="119"></a>and for a moment he looked into Ida Stirling’s eyes. + There was no doubt that she had recognized him, and + he remembered the state of his attire, and became uneasily + conscious that Grenfell, who clung to his + shoulder, was swaying on his feet. He knew that a + man is usually judged by his company, and it was clear + that nothing that she might have noticed was likely + to prepossess Miss Stirling in his favor. The car, + however, swept past him, and with some difficulty he + got Grenfell into another farther along the train. + Then, while his companions exchanged more compliments + with the loungers, the big locomotives snorted + and the dusty cars lurched on again.</p> + + <p>They naturally traveled Colonist, and when Grenfell + stretched himself out on a maple board it became + evident that he had forgotten his blanket. Weston + threw his own over him, and the old man blinked at + his young companion with watery eyes.</p> + + <p>“You stood by me. You’re white,” he said; and + added with a little patronizing gesture, “I’m not going + to desert you.”</p> + + <p>After that he apparently went to sleep, and Weston, + who felt no inclination for the company of the + others, went out and sat on one of the car platforms, + glad for the time being to be rid of him.</p> + + <p>There was a moon in the sky, and the silvery light + streamed down on towering hillside and battalions of + flitting pines. The great train swept on, clattering + and clanking, and dust and fragments of ballast + whirled about the lonely man. Still, the rush of the + cool night wind was exhilarating, and his mind was + busy, though his thoughts were not altogether pleasant. + The few weeks he had spent in Ida Stirling’s + company had reawakened ambition in him; and that + <a class="pagenum" id="page120" title="120"></a>was why he had set out with Grenfell in search of the + mine. Though he had not reproached his comrade, + and had, indeed, only half believed in the quartz lead, + the failure to find it had been a blow. There was in + that country, as he knew, no great prospect of advancement + for a man without a dollar; and though he + realized that it had not troubled him greatly until a + little while ago, he now shrank from the thought of + remaining all his life a wandering railroad or ranching + hand. He had also a great desire for Miss Stirling’s + good opinion, although he scarcely expected her + to think of him, except as one who had proved a + capable guide.</p> + + <p>He knew that he could never quite forget the + night they had made the hazardous descent together, + and her courage and quiet composure under stress and + strain had had their effect on him. The imperious + anger with which she had turned on him when he + forced her away from Miss Kinnaird had also stirred + him curiously. He could still, when he chose, see her + standing in the moonlight with a flash in her eyes, + questioning his authority to prevent her from snaring + her companion’s peril. She was, he felt, one who + would stand by her friends. He was young, and the + fact that she had seen him supporting the lurching + Grenfell at the station troubled him.</p> + + <p>He had smoked his pipe out twice when he heard + the vestibule door click, and he started when he + looked up, for Ida Stirling stood beside him. Her + light dress fluttered about her, and she stood with one + hand resting on the rail. There was no doubt that + she recognized him, and when he rose and took off + his shapeless hat she looked at him steadily for a moment + or two. He wondered whether he were right in + <a class="pagenum" id="page121" title="121"></a>his surmises as to why she did this; and, though his + forehead grew a trifle hot, he decided that he could + not blame her. Appearances had certainly been + against him.</p> + + <p>“I am going to join Mrs. Kinnaird. She is in + the car behind the sleeper, and that is farther along;” + she said.</p> + + <p>Weston moved so that she might step across to the + adjoining car; but she did not seem to notice this, and + leaned on the rail close beside him.</p> + + <p>“The train is very hot with the lamps lighted,” she + said.</p> + + <p>Weston understood this to mean that she was disposed + to stay where she was and talk to him awhile, + which suggested that she was to some extent reassured + about his condition.</p> + + <p>“Yes,” he returned, “it is. In fact, I felt it myself. + The smell of the pines is a good deal pleasanter.”</p> + + <p>There was nothing original in the observation, + and, though the roar of wheels made it a trifle difficult + to hear, he was careful as to how he modulated + his voice. Perhaps he was superfluously careful, for + he saw a smile creep into Ida’s eyes.</p> + + <p>“You seem amused,” he said, and, for they stood + in the moonlight, the blood showed in his face.</p> + + <p>“Why did you speak—like that?” his companion + asked.</p> + + <p>Weston looked at her gravely, and then made a + little deprecatory gesture.</p> + + <p>“It was very stupid, I dare say. Still, you see, you + were out on the platform when the train came into + the station.”</p> + + <p>There was something that puzzled him in Ida’s + expression.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page122" title="122"></a>“Well,” she admitted, “I really had my fancies for + a moment or two, though I blamed myself afterward. + I should have known better.”</p> + + <p>It was rather a big admission, but she said nothing + else, and it was Weston who broke the silence.</p> + + <p>“I have to thank you for the prospecting outfit,” + he said.</p> + + <p>The girl flashed a quick glance at him.</p> + + <p>“It was partly Major Kinnaird’s idea. You made + use of it?”</p> + + <p>Weston smiled.</p> + + <p>“Grenfell and I did. That explains the state of + my attire. You see, we have just come down from + the bush.”</p> + + <p>Then, somewhat to her astonishment, he took out + his watch, and pointed to the guard. It was of plain + plaited leather, and had, she fancied, probably cost + about twenty-five cents.</p> + + <p>“I don’t know whether this could be considered + part of a prospecting outfit, but they had a bunch of + them in the store,” he said. “I felt I should like + some trifle that I could wear to remember our trip + in the ranges. I thought you wouldn’t mind.”</p> + + <p>A momentary trace of embarrassment became + visible in his companion’s face. The man was a bush + packer, and she had seen him in somewhat disreputable + company, but she was ready to admit that he had + aroused her curiosity. She could be honest, and she + would have admitted it as readily had she never heard + from Arabella Kinnaird of his connection with the + old hall in England. She looked at him, with a little + laugh.</p> + + <p>“Oh,” she said, “everybody likes to be remembered, + and I’m no exception in that respect. There is + <a class="pagenum" id="page123" title="123"></a>really no reason why you shouldn’t have bought the + guard.”</p> + + <p>Weston, who felt that he had gone quite far + enough, merely bent his head in a manner that, as she + naturally noticed, the average bush packer would not + have adopted. It was she who first spoke again.</p> + + <p>“You were successful in your search?” she asked.</p> + + <p>Weston laughed.</p> + + <p>“Do I look like a man who has just found a goldmine?”</p> + + <p>“Well,” said the girl, with a twinkle in her eyes, + “I came across two successful prospectors in Vancouver + not long ago, and there was really nothing to + suggest it in their appearance. So you didn’t find the + mine? Won’t you tell me about your journey?”</p> + + <p>“It’s quite a story. Won’t the others miss you?”</p> + + <p>Ida turned toward him suddenly.</p> + + <p>“Don’t you mean more than that?”</p> + + <p>“Well,” admitted Weston slowly, “I think I did. + Perhaps it was a liberty.”</p> + + <p>“It was,” said Ida, and, though she laughed, there + was a little flash in her eyes. “Major Kinnaird and + his wife are English, and it is quite possible that they + would not be pleased to hear that I had come out to + talk with you on the platform of a car. Still, in + Canada we have our own notions as to what is fitting, + and that I consider it perfectly natural that I should + do so is quite sufficient for me. I do not defer to anybody’s + opinion as to how I should treat my friends. + Now, unless you have any more convincing excuses, + you may tell me about the search for the mine.”</p> + + <p>Weston did so, and, for the mere pleasure of having + her near him, he made rather a long tale of it. She + stood where the vestibule of the car in front partly + <a class="pagenum" id="page124" title="124"></a>sheltered her from the rush of the cold night wind, + swaying lightly to the jolting of the platform as the + great train sped on among the pines. Still, her light + dress which gleamed white in the moonlight fluttered + about her and now and then flowed against her companion. + The simple tale of stress and effort borne + and made was one that went well with the snorting + of the big locomotives toiling up the climbing track + and the rhythmic roar of wheels flung back by primeval + forest or towering wall of rock. The girl had + imagination enough to realize it.</p> + + <p>“Oh,” she said, “one likes to hear of such things.”</p> + + <p>Then she noticed the gauntness of his bronzed face + and how lean he was.</p> + + <p>“Still,” she added, “it has left its mark on you. + You failed to find the mine—it wasn’t your fault—what + are you going to do now?”</p> + + <p>“Some day,” said Weston, “I shall go back and + search again.”</p> + + <p>He had made the resolution only that moment, but + she saw the sudden glint in his eyes.</p> + + <p>“It was in the meanwhile I meant,” she said.</p> + + <p>“I am going a little way up the track with my + partner to a copper-mine.”</p> + + <p>“Ah,” said the girl reflectively, “I suppose you + feel that you must take that man?”</p> + + <p>“What else could I do with him?”</p> + + <p>Ida’s eyes softened curiously. After the scene at + the station she fancied that she understood the responsibility + that he had taken upon himself.</p> + + <p>“And suppose they don’t want you at the mine?”</p> + + <p>“In that case we should go on again somewhere + else.”</p> + + <p>“Of course your partner, who can earn nothing, + will go with you.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page125" title="125"></a>Then she spoke almost sharply.</p> + + <p>“How much money have you in your joint possession?”</p> + + <p>“Three or four dollars,” said Weston.</p> + + <p>Again she turned toward him with a flush on her + face.</p> + + <p>“Now,” she said, “I think you can disregard trivial + conventionalities. Won’t you let me lend you some?”</p> + + <p>“No,” replied Weston quietly. “I shall not forget + that you offered it, but I’m afraid it’s quite out of the + question.”</p> + + <p>She knew that he meant it, and, though she greatly + desired to lessen his difficulties, she was, for no reason + that was very apparent at the moment, pleased with + his answer. Then she changed the subject.</p> + + <p>“Can your partner cook?” she asked.</p> + + <p>“No,” answered Weston, smiling, “he certainly + can’t. I and a good many more of the boys know + that from experience.”</p> + + <p>“Ah,” said Ida reflectively, “that destroys another + chance. Well, I am glad that I have seen you, but I + think I must join Mrs. Kinnaird now.”</p> + + <p>She held out the hand she had laid on the rail. It + happened that as she did it the train swung around a + curve. The car slanted sharply, and she swayed with + the effort to keep her balance. In another moment + Weston’s arm was around her waist. Then there was + empty blackness beneath them as the cars sped out + upon a slender trestle, and the roar of a torrent came + up from below through the clash and clatter and + clamor of the wheels. There was probably no risk + at all, for there were rails on either side of them, but + the girl, who had almost lost her footing, was glad + of the man’s steadying hand, and did not draw herself + away until the big locomotives were speeding smoothly + <a class="pagenum" id="page126" title="126"></a>on beneath the shadowy pines again. Then she drew + back a pace or two.</p> + + <p>“Thank you,” she said quietly.</p> + + <p>Weston took off his battered hat, and, stepping + across the platform, opened the door of the adjoining + car. When she had passed through it, he sat down + and took out his pipe, with a curious little thrill running + through him and his nerves tingling.</p> + + <p>Ida, also, felt her face grow a trifle hot, and, + though she was as composed as usual when she joined + Mrs. Kinnaird, her thoughts were busy for some time + afterward. The man, she admitted, had done no more + than was warranted, but there was no disguising the + fact that his supporting grasp had had a disconcerting + effect on her. Then she dismissed the thoughts of + that, and remembered with compassion how lean and + worn he looked. There was also something that + stirred her sympathy in the idea of his saddling himself + with the care of a helpless comrade who had no + real claim on him, though that was, she decided, after + all, the kind of thing one would expect from him. + Then, recognizing that this was admitting a good deal, + she endeavored to interest herself in what Mrs. Kinnaird + was saying.</p> + + <p>It was late at night when the train stopped again, + and Weston did not know that when he and his companions + alighted at a little desolate station among the + ranges, the blind of one window in the big sleeper + was drawn aside. In a few moments the train went + on, but Ida Stirling did not sleep for some time afterward. + She had had a momentary glimpse of a ragged + man standing with the lamplight on his lean face and + a hand laid reassuringly on the shoulder of his half-dazed + companion.</p> + </div> + <div class="chapter" id="chapter_xii"> + <p class="chapter_heading"><a class="pagenum" id="page127" title="127"></a>CHAPTER XII</p> + + <h2 class="chapter_title">THE COPPER-MINE</h2> + + <p><span class="first_word">The</span> red sun had risen above the dusky firs on a + shoulder of the range when Weston and his + companions reached the copper-mine. It consisted + of an opening in the forest which clothed the hillside + with the black mouth of an adit in the midst of it, and + a few big mounds of debris, beside which stood a rude + log shanty. The men who had just come out of the + latter gazed at the strangers with undemonstrative + curiosity, and when, saying nothing, they, trooped + away to work, the new arrivals sat down to wait until + the mining captain should make his appearance. In + the meanwhile one of them amused himself by throwing + stones at a smaller log building with a galvanized + roof which stood among the firs. He looked at the + others for applause when he succeeded in hitting it.</p> + + <p>“Let up,” said a comrade. “The boss lives in + there.”</p> + + <p>The man flung another stone, a larger one, which + rang upon the iron roof.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said, “I guess that ought to fetch him.”</p> + + <p>It evidently did so, for the door of the shanty + opened, and a man attired in shirt and trousers came + out. He was a big, lean man, somewhat hard of face, + and he favored the assembly with a glance of quiet + scrutiny, for he was, as it happened, acquainted with + the habits of the free companions.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page128" title="128"></a>“Getting impatient, boys?” he asked, and his voice, + which was curiously steady, had in it a certain unmistakable + ring. It suggested that he was one accustomed + to command. “Well, what do you want?”</p> + + <p>“A job,” said one of Weston’s companions.</p> + + <p>The man looked at him with no great favor.</p> + + <p>“Quite sure it isn’t money? You can’t have one + without the other here.”</p> + + <p>Then Grenfell rose and waved his hand.</p> + + <p>“The explanation, I may observe, is unnecessary. + In this country you don’t get money anywhere without + first doing a good deal for it. Unfortunately, it sometimes + happens that you don’t get it then.”</p> + + <p>“How long is it since you did anything worth + counting?” asked the captain.</p> + + <p>One of Grenfell’s companions pulled him down before + he had a chance to reply.</p> + + <p>“Now you sit right down before you spoil things,” + he said. “You can’t put up a bluff on that kind of + man. You don’t know enough.”</p> + + <p>The miner glanced at them again, with a little grim + smile.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said, “you may stay there until I’ve + started the boys in the adit. Then I will come back + and talk to you.”</p> + + <p>He moved away, and one of those he left relieved + his feelings by hurling another stone which crashed + upon the iron roof of the shanty.</p> + + <p>“That’s a hustler—a speeder-up,” he said. “You + can’t monkey with him.”</p> + + <p>They waited for about an hour before the man + came back, and, sitting down on a fir stump, called + them up one by one. Weston was reassured to see + that each was despatched in turn to the log building + <a class="pagenum" id="page129" title="129"></a>where he presumed the tools were kept; but he and + Grenfell were left to the last, and he was somewhat + anxious when he walked toward the stump. The man + who sat there glanced at his attire.</p> + + <p>“Been up against it lately?” he inquired.</p> + + <p>Weston admitted that this was the case; and the + other smiled dryly.</p> + + <p>“Can you chop and shovel?” he asked.</p> + + <p>Weston said that he could; and the miner appeared + to consider.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said, “I’ll put you on at——,” mentioning + terms which Weston fancied were as favorable as + he was likely to get. “Still, you’ll have to hustle, and + we charge usual tariff for board. You may start in.”</p> + + <p>Weston glanced toward Grenfell, who was still + sitting where he had left him.</p> + + <p>“You see,” he said, “there’s my partner. We go + together.”</p> + + <p>“I can’t help that. You have my offer. I can’t + have that kind of man on our pay-roll.”</p> + + <p>Weston stood silent for a moment or two. He had + arrived at the wooden hotel too late for supper the + previous evening, and, as a rule, neither blandishments + nor money will secure the stranger a meal at an establishment + of that kind after the appointed hour. As + the result, he had eaten nothing since noon, when the + sawmill hands had offered him a share of their dinner; + and, having assisted Grenfell along an infamous + trail most of the night, he was jaded and very hungry. + Now work and food were offered him, and there was + not a settlement within several leagues of the spot. + He had, however, already decided that he could not + cast his comrade adrift.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said, “perhaps there’s a way out of it. + <a class="pagenum" id="page130" title="130"></a>If you’ll let him camp with the boys, I’ll be responsible + for his board.”</p> + + <p>“Any relation of yours?”</p> + + <p>“No,” replied Weston simply, “he’s just my + partner.”</p> + + <p>The other man looked at him curiously, and then + made what Weston fancied was an unusual concession.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said, “we’ll fix it. You may go along + and drill with the boys yonder in the open cut.”</p> + + <p>Weston did as he was bidden, and spent the rest + of the morning alternately holding the jarring drill + and swinging a hammer. It was strenuous work + which demanded close attention, for the hammer was + heavy, and it is far from easy to hit a drill neatly on + the head, while the man who fails to do so runs the + risk of smashing the fingers of the comrade who holds + it. It was not much more pleasant when he gripped + the drill in turn, for, though the other man stood on + a plank inserted in a crevice, Weston had to kneel on + a slippery slope of rock and twist the drill each time + the hammer descended. The concussion jarred his + stiffened hands and arms. The distressful stitch also + was coming back into his side, and once or twice his + companion cast an expostulating glance at him.</p> + + <p>“You want to speed up,” he said. “Guess that + boss of ours knows just how much the most is that a + man can drill, and he has to do it or get out.”</p> + + <p>Though it cost him an effort, Weston contrived to + keep his companion going until the dinner hour arrived, + and he found the work a little easier when he + had eaten. Still, he was perplexed about Grenfell, + who did not understand what arrangement he had arrived + at with the mine captain. Grenfell spent the + <a class="pagenum" id="page131" title="131"></a>afternoon mending his own and some of Weston’s + clothes, which badly needed it, and the evening meal + was over when the latter sat with the others outside + the shanty wearing a jacket which his companion had + sewed. Grenfell, however, was not with them just + then. By and by the man who had desired to wreck + the hotel bar turned to Weston.</p> + + <p>“What are you going to do with your partner?” + he asked.</p> + + <p>“I don’t quite know,” said Weston. “In the + meanwhile he’ll stay here.”</p> + + <p>“How’s he going to raise his board?”</p> + + <p>“That’s not quite your business,” said Weston + quietly.</p> + + <p>The man laughed good-humoredly.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he replied, “in one way I guess it isn’t. + Still, if you pay your partner’s board you’re going to + have mighty little money left. Mended that jacket, + didn’t he? Won’t you take it off?”</p> + + <p>Weston wondered a little at this request, but he + complied; and the man passed the garment around to’ + the others, who gravely inspected the sewed-up rents + and the patches inserted in it.</p> + + <p>“Quite neat, isn’t it?” he commented.</p> + + <p>They admitted that it was; and the chopper, handing + the garment back to Weston, smiled as though + satisfied.</p> + + <p>“I’ve an idea, boys,” he announced.</p> + + <p>His companions appeared dubious, but he nodded + quietly.</p> + + <p>“I’ve got one sure,” he said. “Now, in a general + way, if there’s a store handy, I’ve no use for mending + clothes; but you have to wash them now and then, + and it never struck me as quite comfortable to put + <a class="pagenum" id="page132" title="132"></a>them on with half the stitching rubbed out of them. + Well, washing’s a thing I’m not fond of either, and it’s + kind of curious that when one man starts in at it + everybody wants the coal-oil can.”</p> + + <p>They murmured languid concurrence, for, as he + said, clothes must be washed and mended now and + then, and the man who has just finished a long day’s + arduous toil seldom feels any great inclination for + the task. It usually happens, however, that when one + sets about it his companions do the same, and there is + sometimes trouble as to who has the prior claim on the + big kerosene can in which the garments are generally + boiled.</p> + + <p>“Well,” said the chopper, “I’ve a proposition to + make. There are quite a few of us, and a levy of + thirty or forty cents a week’s not going to hurt anybody + while there’s a man round here who can’t chop or + shovel. Guess he has to live, and it’s a blame hard + country, boys, to that kind of man. Now, it’s my + notion we make the fellow mender and washer to the + camp.”</p> + + <p>There was a murmur of applause, for, when they + own any money, which, however, is not frequently the + case, the free companions are usually open-handed + men, and Weston was not astonished at their readiness + to do what they could for his companion. He + had been in that land long enough to learn that it is + the hard-handed drillers and axmen from whom the + wanderer and even the outcast beyond the pale is most + likely to receive a kindness. Their wide generosity is + exceeded only by the light-hearted valor with which + they plunge into some tremendous struggle with flood + and rock and snow.</p> + + <p>“Make it half a dollar anyway,” said one of them.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page133" title="133"></a>Then Weston stood up, with a little flush on his + face and a curious look in his eyes.</p> + + <p>“Thank you, boys, but I have to move an objection,” + he said. “This is a thing that concerns me.”</p> + + <p>“Sit down,” commanded one of them sharply. + “It’s a cold business proposition.”</p> + + <p>They silenced his objections, and sent for Grenfell, + who appeared disconcerted for a moment when + he heard what they had to say. Then he laughed + somewhat harshly.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said, “I’ll be glad to do it, and I + don’t mind admitting that the offer is a relief to me.”</p> + + <p>They strolled away by and by, and Grenfell made + a little grimace as he looked at Weston.</p> + + <p>“When I can tell how the ore should pan out by a + glance at the dump, and plot just how the vein should + run, it’s disconcerting to find that the only way I can + earn a living is by washing and mending,” he said. + “In fact,” and he spread out his hands, “the thing’s + humiliating.”</p> + + <p>To a certain extent Weston sympathized with him. + The man, it seemed, had been a famous assayer, and + now the one capability which was of any use to him + was that of neatly mending holes in worn-out garments. + He undertook the task cheerfully, however, + and things went smoothly for a week or two. Then a + stranger, who appeared to be a man of authority, arrived + at the camp. He was a young man, who looked + opinionative, and when he first appeared was dressed + in city clothes. Soon after his arrival he strolled + around the workings with the man whom Weston + hitherto had regarded as the manager. When he + spoke sharply to one or two of the men, the driller + who worked with Weston snorted expressively.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page134" title="134"></a>“Colvin puts the work through, but that’s the top + boss,” he said. “You can see it all over him. Learned + all about mining back east in the cities, and couldn’t + sink a hole for a stick of giant-powder to save his + life. Been down at Vancouver fixing up with the directors + what they’re going to tell the stockholders. + Still, I guess he’s not going to run this company’s + stock up very much.”</p> + + <p>“How’s that?” Weston asked.</p> + + <p>The man lowered his voice confidentially.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said, “there’s a good deal in mining + that you can’t learn from books, and a little you can’t + learn at all. It has to be given you when you’re born. + Colvin’s a hustler, but that’s ’bout all he is, and I’ve a + kind of notion they aren’t going to bottom on the + richest of this vein. Anyway, it’s not my call. They + wouldn’t listen to me.”</p> + + <p>Weston’s gesture might have expressed anything. + He naturally had been favored with hints of this kind + while he followed other somewhat similar occupations, + for it is not an uncommon thing for the men who toil + with the drill and shovel to feel more or less convinced + that those set over them are not going about the work + in the right way. He had also more than once seen + this belief proved warranted. His companion’s suggestions, + however, were borne out when he sat smoking + with Grenfell in the bush after supper.</p> + + <p>“I’ve been in the adit this afternoon,” observed the + latter. “Colvin sent me along to where they are putting + in the heavy timbering.” He laughed softly. + “Well, they’re throwing away most of their money.”</p> + + <p>“You’re sure?” inquired Weston.</p> + + <p>“Am I sure!” expostulated his comrade. “I need + only point out that I ought to be.”</p> + + <p>“Then,” said Weston, reflectively, “unless they + <a class="pagenum" id="page135" title="135"></a>ask your opinion, which isn’t very probable, I’d say + nothing about it. Some people don’t take kindly to + being told they’re wrong. The thing doesn’t affect + you, anyway.”</p> + + <p>He was a little astonished at the change in his companion, + for a sparkle crept into Grenfell’s watery eyes, + and his voice grew sharper.</p> + + <p>“You haven’t the miner’s or the engineer’s instinct; + it’s the same as the artist’s,” he said. “He can + see the unapproachable, beautiful simplicity of perfection, + and bad work hurts him. I don’t know that + it’s a crime to throw away money, but it is to waste + intelligence and effort that could accomplish a good + deal properly directed. Why was man given the + power to understand the structure of this material + world? I may be a worn-out whisky wreck, but I + could tell them how to strike the copper.”</p> + + <p>“Still,” said Weston, dryly, “I’d very much rather + you didn’t. I don’t think that it would be wise.”</p> + + <p>His companion left him shortly afterward, and it + was some days later when the subject was reopened. + Then Grenfell came to him with a rueful face.</p> + + <p>“I’ve had an interview with the manager,” he explained.</p> + + <p>“Well,” said Weston, sharply, “what did he say?”</p> + + <p>Grenfell shrugged his shoulder.</p> + + <p>“Told me to get out of camp right away.”</p> + + <p>Just then Colvin approached them, and his manner + was for once slightly deprecatory.</p> + + <p>“It doesn’t pay to know more than the boss,” he + said; and then he looked at Weston. “He has to get + out. What are you going to do?”</p> + + <p>He had Weston’s answer immediately.</p> + + <p>“Ask you for my time.”</p> + + <p>“Well,” said Colvin, with a gesture of expostulation, + <a class="pagenum" id="page136" title="136"></a>“I guess you know your own business. Still, I’m + quite willing to keep you.”</p> + + <p>Weston thanked him, and then went with him to + his shanty where he was handed a few bills, and in + another hour he and Grenfell had once more strapped + their packs upon their shoulders. He did not know + where he was going, or what he would do, but he + struck into the trail to the railroad, and it was dusk + when they reached a little wooden settlement. He + went into the post-office to make a few inquiries before + he decided whether he should stay there that + night, and the woman who kept it, recognizing him + as a man from the mine, handed him a letter. When + he opened it he saw, somewhat to his astonishment, + that it was from Stirling. It was very terse, but it + informed him that Miss Stirling and her friends purposed + camping among the islands of one of the eastern + lakes, which was then a rather favorite means of relaxation + with the inhabitants of Toronto and Montreal. + Stirling desired him to accompany the party, + on terms which appeared very satisfactory, and added + that if he were acquainted with another man likely + to make an efficient camp attendant he could bring him + along.</p> + + <p>Weston started a little when he reached the last + suggestion, for he fancied that it was Miss Stirling + who had made it. He leaned on the counter for + several minutes, thinking hard; and then, though he + was not sure that he acted wisely, he started for the + station to despatch a telegram, as Stirling had directed. + The next morning the agent handed him + tickets for himself and Grenfell, and they set out on + the Atlantic train.</p> + </div> + <div class="chapter" id="chapter_xiii"> + <p class="chapter_heading"><a class="pagenum" id="page137" title="137"></a>CHAPTER XIII</p> + + <h2 class="chapter_title">STIRLING LETS THINGS SLIDE</h2> + + <p><span class="first_word">It</span> was early evening when Weston swung himself + down from the platform of the Colonist car in a + little roadside station shut in by the pine bush of + Ontario. There was a wooden hotel beside the track, + and one or two stores; but that was all, and the fact + that nobody except the station-agent had appeared to + watch the train come in testified to the industry, or, + more probably, the loneliness of the district. While + Weston stood looking about him a man came out of + the office, and he was somewhat astonished to find + himself face to face with his employer.</p> + + <p>The smart straw hat and light summer suit did + not become the contractor. He was full-fleshed and + red of face, and the artistically cut garments striped + in soft colors conveyed a suggestion of ease and leisure + which seemed very much out of place on him. + One could not imagine this man lounging on a sunlit + beach, or discoursing airily on a cool veranda.</p> + + <p>“Got here,” he said abruptly, and then swung + around and looked at Grenfell. “This is the other + man? Well, he can stay and bring along the baggage. + There’s most a freight-car full. They’ll give him a + wagon and team at the hotel.”</p> + + <p>He indicated a great pile of trunks and cases with + a wave of his hand, and, seeing Weston’s astonishment, + added with a twinkle in his eyes:</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page138" title="138"></a>“My daughter and her friends are camping. They + have to have these things.”</p> + + <p>Weston understood his employer’s smile. This, + he recognized, was a man who could be content with + essential things, and in all probability had at one time + esteemed himself fortunate when he succeeded in obtaining + them.</p> + + <p>“Hadn’t I better help him load them up?” he + asked.</p> + + <p>“No,” said Stirling, with a curtness at which Weston + could not take offense. “He can put in the evening + that way if it’s necessary. It will supple him, and + I guess he needs it. I have a rig ready. You’re coming + along with me.”</p> + + <p>Weston took his place in the light, four-wheeled + vehicle, and found it difficult to keep it, for the trail + was villainous, and Stirling drove rapidly. Their way + led between shadowy colonnades of towering firs, and + the fragile, two-seated frame bounced and lurched + into and out of deep ruts, and over the split trees that + had been laid flat-side downward in the quaggy places—like + a field gun going into action was the best comparison + Weston could think of. The horses, however, + kept their feet, and the wheels held fast. Once, when + a jolt nearly pitched him from his seat, Stirling + laughed.</p> + + <p>“After the city it’s a relief to let them out,” he + said. “I did this kind of thing for a living once. The + mine was way back in the bush, leagues from anywhere, + and I hired out as special store and despatch + carrier. There was red-hot trouble unless I got + through on time when the mail came in.”</p> + + <p>He drove the team furiously at an unguarded log + bridge which was barely wide enough to let the wheels + pass.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page139" title="139"></a>“It’s quite a way to the lake yet, and we want to + make the camp before it’s dark,” he explained. + “Know anything about sailing a boat?”</p> + + <p>Weston said that he did, and Stirling nodded.</p> + + <p>“That’s good,” he observed somewhat dryly, “so + does the major man.”</p> + + <p>Weston ventured to smile at this, and once more + his employer’s eyes twinkled.</p> + + <p>“Some of you people from the old country are + quite hard to amuse; though I’m open to admit that + we have a few of the same kind on this side,” he + said. “My daughter seemed to fancy they wouldn’t + find a lake camp quite right without a boat, so I sent + along and bought one at Toronto. Had her put on a + flat car, and hired half the teams in the district to haul + her to the lake. Now, I guess there are men in this + country who, if they wanted a boat, would just take + an ax and whipsaw and build one out of the woods.”</p> + + <p>Weston laughed. He was commencing to understand + the man better, for he had met other men of + Stirling’s description in Canada. As a matter of fact, + they are rather common in the Dominion, men who + have had very little bestowed on them beyond the inestimable + faculty of getting what they want at the cost + of grim self-denial and tireless labor. Still, as it was + in Stirling’s case, some of them retain a whimsical + toleration for those of weaker fiber.</p> + + <p>“It’s a bush camp?” Weston asked.</p> + + <p>Stirling smiled good-humoredly.</p> + + <p>“They call it that,” he said. “It cost me quite a + few dollars. You’ll see when you get there.”</p> + + <p>Weston was somewhat relieved when they safely + accomplished the first stage of the journey, and, turning + the team over to a man by the waterside, paddled + off to a big, half-decked boat beautifully built and + <a class="pagenum" id="page140" title="140"></a>fitted in Toronto. Stirling, who admitted that he + knew nothing about such matters, sat down aft and + lighted a cigar, while Weston proceeded to get the + tall gall mainsail and big single headsail up. He was + conscious that his companion was watching him + closely, and when he let go the moorings and seated + himself at the tiller the latter pointed up the lake.</p> + + <p>“About a league yet—round that long point,” he + said.</p> + + <p>A moderately fresh breeze came down across the + pines, and when Weston, getting in the sheet, headed + her close up to it, the boat, slanting sharply, leaped + forward through the smooth water. He sat a little + farther to windward, and the slant of deck decreased + slightly when Stirling did the same.</p> + + <p>“You can’t head there straight?” the latter asked.</p> + + <p>“No,” said Weston, “not with the wind as it is. + She’ll lie no higher.”</p> + + <p>“Well,” observed Stirling, “she’s going, anyway. + That pleases me. It helps one to get rid of the + city. We’ll have a talk, in the meanwhile. I sent for + you before. Why didn’t you come?”</p> + + <p>It was somewhat difficult to answer, and Weston + wrinkled his forehead, stiffening his grasp on the + tiller.</p> + + <p>“I was fortunate enough to be of some little service + to Miss Stirling’s friends on the range, and I + fancied that because of it you meant to offer me promotion + of some kind,” he said.</p> + + <p>“Well?” queried Stirling, with his eyes fixed on + his companion’s face.</p> + + <p>Weston hesitated. He could not very well tell this + man that a vein of probably misguided pride rendered + him unwilling to accept a favor from Ida Stirling’s + father.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page141" title="141"></a>“I don’t think there was any obligation, sir,” he + said.</p> + + <p>“That,” remarked Stirling dryly, “is a kind of + feeling that may trip you up some day. Still, you + came this time.”</p> + + <p>“I did,” said Weston. “You see, the case was + rather different. You offered to hire me to do a + thing I’m accustomed to. It’s my occupation.”</p> + + <p>His companion made a little sign of comprehension, + though there was a faintly whimsical smile in + his eyes.</p> + + <p>“Now, you’re wondering why I brought you back + east all this way?”</p> + + <p>Weston admitted it, and the contractor fixed his + eyes on him.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said, “it seems that there’s fishing and + sailing to be done, and I’m not quite sure about that + major man. Guess he’s always had people to wait on + him, and that doesn’t tend to smartness in any one. + When my daughter and her friends go out on the + lake, or up the river, you’ll go along with them.”</p> + + <p>This was, perhaps, a little hard on Major Kinnaird, + but Weston to some extent sympathized with + his employer’s point of view. The contractor was not + a sportsman as the term is generally understood, but + he was a man who could strip a gun, make or mend + harness, or break a horse. When he had gone shooting + in his younger days it was usually to get something + to eat, and, as a rule, he obtained it, though he + rent his clothes or got wet to the waist in the process. + He could not sail a boat, but if he had been able to + do so he would also in all probability have been capable + of building one. Stirling was a man who had + never depended very much on others, and could, if + occasion arose, dispense with their services. He + <a class="pagenum" id="page142" title="142"></a>recognized something of the same resourcefulness in + Weston, and, because of it, took kindly to him.</p> + + <p>In the meanwhile the breeze had freshened, and + the boat, slanting more sharply, commenced to throw + the spray all over her as she left the shelter of the + woods behind. She met the short, splashing head sea + with streaming bow, and the sliding froth crept farther + and farther up her lee deck as she smashed + through it. Then as the water found its way over the + coaming and poured down into her, Stirling glanced + at his companion.</p> + + <p>“Got all the sail she wants?” he asked. “Is she + fit to stand much more of it?”</p> + + <p>“She should be safe with another plank in, but I + was thinking of taking some of the canvas off her + now,” said Weston.</p> + + <p>Stirling hitched his twelve stone of flesh farther + up to windward.</p> + + <p>“Then,” he said, “until she puts that plank in you + can let her go.”</p> + + <p>A wisp of spray struck him in the face, but Weston, + who saw the smile in his eyes, was curiously satisfied. + It suggested, in the first place, an ample confidence + in him, which was naturally gratifying, and in + the second, that Stirling in spite of his years could + take a keen pleasure in that particular form of the + conflict between the great material forces and man’s + nerve and skill. It is a conflict that goes on everywhere + in the newer lands.</p> + + <p>For another half-hour Weston kept the staggering + over-canvased craft on her feet by a quick thrust of + the tiller or a slackening of the sheet, and his companion + appeared oblivious of the fact that he was + getting wetter and wetter. She was fast, and she + went through the little curling ridges with an exhilarating + <a class="pagenum" id="page143" title="143"></a>rush, while the foam swirled higher up her depressed + deck, and the water flung up by her streaming + bows beat in between her shrouds in showers. Then, + when half the deck dipped under, Weston thrust down + his helm, and the craft, rising upright, lay with her + big mainsail thrashing furiously above her.</p> + + <p>For ten minutes Weston was very busy with it, + and, when he had hoisted it again with a strip along + the foot of it rolled up, he crouched forward in the + spray struggling with the big single headsail, which + was a much more difficult matter. Once or twice he + went in bodily when the hove-down bowsprit put which + he crawled, dipped under, but he succeeded in tying + up the foot of that sail too, and scrambled aft again + breathless and gasping. He noticed that his employer, + who did not seem to mind it, was almost as + wet as he was.</p> + + <p>“I’m sorry, but you told me I could let her go,” he + apologized.</p> + + <p>Stirling smiled somewhat dryly.</p> + + <p>“I’m not blaming you; but you don’t quite finish. + Wondering why I did it, aren’t you?”</p> + + <p>Weston did not admit it, but perhaps his face + betrayed him, for his companion nodded.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said, “you told me that you could sail a + boat, and I wanted to make sure of it. Seems to me + anybody could hold the tiller when she’s going easy in + smooth water. Know how I used to choose when I + wanted a chopper, in the days when I worked along + with the boys? Well, I gave the man an ax, set him + up in front of the biggest tree I could find, and made + him chop.”</p> + + <p>There could be no doubt about the efficiency of + that simple test, and Weston recognized that it was + very much in keeping with his employer’s character, + <a class="pagenum" id="page144" title="144"></a>though he fancied that it was one which, if rigorously + applied everywhere, would leave a good many men + without an occupation. He only laughed, however; and + nothing more was said until the boat reached in shoreward + on another tack. It carried her round the long + point, and a deep, sheltered bay with dark pine forest + creeping close down to the strip of white shingle which + fringed the water’s edge opened up. Then, as the + trees slid past one another, a little clearing in the midst + of them grew rapidly wider, and Weston was somewhat + astonished to see a very pretty wooden house + grow into shape. He glanced at Stirling.</p> + + <p>“Yes,” said the latter, with a suggestion of grim + amusement, “that’s the camp.”</p> + + <p>Once more Weston understood him, and, as their + eyes met, man and master smiled. Both of them knew + there were hosts of strenuous, hard-handed men growing + wheat and raising cattle in that country who would + have looked on that camp as a veritable mansion. + They were, however, men who had virgin soil to break + or stupendous forests to grapple with, tasks of which + many would reap the benefit, and they very seldom + troubled much about their personal comfort.</p> + + <p>After a while, Weston, lowering the headsail, + dropped the anchor over close to the beach, and Major + Kinnaird paddled a canoe off gingerly. He was, as + usual, immaculately neat, and Weston noticed the contrast + between him and Stirling, whose garments had + apparently grown smaller with the wetting. The latter + pitched his valise into the canoe without waiting for + Weston to see to it, and then stood up endeavoring to + squeeze some of the water from his jacket.</p> + + <p>“It’s the only one I’ve got,” he said to Kinnaird. + “Anyway, I guess the thing will dry, and I’ve had a + sail that has made me feel young again.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page145" title="145"></a>Then they went ashore, and Weston, who was very + wet, was left shivering in the wind to straighten up the + gear, until a bush rancher, who had been engaged to + wait on the party until he arrived, paddled off for him. + The rancher had prepared a satisfactory supper; and + some time after it was over, Stirling and Mrs. Kinnaird + sat together on the veranda. There was, at the time, + nobody in the house. The breeze had fallen lighter, + though a long ripple still lapped noisily upon the beach, + and a half-moon had just sailed up above the clustering + pines. Their ragged tops rose against the sky + black as ebony, but the pale radiance they cut off from + the beach stretched in a track of faint silvery brightness + far athwart the lake.</p> + + <p>Mrs. Kinnaird, however, was not watching the + ripple flash beneath the moon, for her eyes were fixed + on two dusky figures that moved through the shadow + toward the water’s edge. By and by there was a + rattle of shingle, and presently the black shape of a + canoe slid down into the moonlight. It rose and + dipped with the languid ripple, and the two figures in + it were silhouetted against the silvery gleam. One was + a man in a wide hat who knelt and dipped the flashing + paddle astern, and the other a girl. The craft crossed + the strip of radiance and vanished round the point, + after which Mrs. Kinnaird flashed a keen glance at + her companion. He sat still, and his face, on which + the moonlight fell, was almost expressionless, but Mrs. + Kinnaird fancied he had noticed as much as she had, + and that he had possibly grasped its significance. In + case he had not done the latter, she felt it her duty to + make the matter clear to him.</p> + + <p>“I suppose that is Ida in the canoe,” she said.</p> + + <p>“It seems quite likely,” replied her companion. + “It couldn’t have been your daughter, because she went + <a class="pagenum" id="page146" title="146"></a>along the beach not long ago with the major, and I + don’t think there’s another young lady in the vicinity.”</p> + + <p>“Then the other must be—the packer.”</p> + + <p>The pause and the slight change of inflection as + she said “the packer” had not quite the effect she had + intended. Stirling himself had once labored with his + hands, and, what was more, afterward had a good + deal to bear on that account. He was not particularly + vindictive, but he remembered it.</p> + + <p>“Yes, it’s Weston,” he said, and his companion felt + herself corrected; but she was, at least where Major + Kinnaird was not concerned, in her quiet way a persistent + woman. Besides, Miss Stirling, who was going + with her to England, would some day come into considerable + possessions, and she had a son who found + it singularly difficult to live on the allowance his father + made him.</p> + + <p>“Is it altogether advisable that she should go out + with him?” she asked.</p> + + <p>Stirling smiled somewhat dryly, for there was a + vein of combativeness in him, and she had stirred it.</p> + + <p>“You mean, is it safe? Well, I guess she’s quite + as safe as she would be with me or the major.”</p> + + <p>“Major Kinnaird was a flag officer of a rather + famous yacht club,” said the lady, who, while she + fancied that her companion meant to avoid the issue, + could not let this pass. She was, however, mistaken + in one respect, for Stirling usually was much more + ready to plunge into a controversy than to back out of + it.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said reflectively, “the other man has + earned his living handling sail and people, which is + quite a different thing.”</p> + + <p>Then he leaned toward her, with a twinkle in his + eyes.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page147" title="147"></a>“Madam,” he added, “wouldn’t you better tell me + exactly what you meant?”</p> + + <p>Mrs. Kinnaird had a certain courage, and she was + endeavoring to do her duty as she understood it.</p> + + <p>“That packer,” she said, “is rather a good-looking + man, and girls of Ida’s age are sometimes a trifle—impressionable.”</p> + + <p>Then, somewhat to her astonishment, Stirling + quietly agreed with her.</p> + + <p>“Yes,” he said, “that’s so. Seems to me it was intended + that they should be. It’s part of the scheme.”</p> + + <p>He made a little gesture.</p> + + <p>“We’ll let that point slide. Anything strike you + as being wrong with Weston?”</p> + + <p>“No,” said the somewhat startled lady, “the man + is of course reliable, well-conducted, and attentive; + but, after all, when one says that——”</p> + + <p>“When you said reliable you hit it. It’s a word + that means a good deal; but couldn’t you say a little + more than well-conducted? From something your + daughter learned by chance, his relatives are people of + position in the old country. That counts for a little, + though perhaps it shouldn’t.”</p> + + <p>Once more Mrs. Kinnaird’s astonishment was very + evident.</p> + + <p>“It shouldn’t?”</p> + + <p>“That’s just what I meant. If a man is clean of + character, and has grit and snap in him, I don’t know + that one could reasonably look for anything further. + I can’t see how the fact that his grandfather was this + or that is going to affect him. The man we’re talking + of has grit. I offered him promotion, and he wouldn’t + take it.”</p> + + <p>“Ah,” said his companion, “didn’t that strike you + as significant?”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page148" title="148"></a>Stirling looked thoughtful.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he admitted slowly, “as a matter of fact, + it didn’t; but it does now.”</p> + + <p>He sat silent for almost a minute, with wrinkled + forehead, while Mrs. Kinnaird watched him covertly. + Then, feeling the silence embarrassing, she made another + effort.</p> + + <p>“Supposing that my fancies concerning what might + perhaps come about are justified?” she suggested.</p> + + <p>Stirling faced the question.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said, “whether they’re justified or not + is a thing we don’t know yet; but I want to say this. + I have never had reason to worry over my daughter, + and it seems to me a sure thing that she’s not going to + give me cause for it now. When she chooses her husband, + she’ll choose the right one, and she’ll have her + father’s money; it won’t matter very much whether + he’s rich or not. All I ask is that he should be straight + and clean of mind, and nervy, and I guess Ida will see + to that. When she tells me that she is satisfied, I’ll + just try to make the most of him.”</p> + + <p>He broke off for a moment, and laughed softly.</p> + + <p>“I guess it wouldn’t matter if I didn’t. My girl’s + like her mother, and she’s like—me. When she comes + across the right man she’ll hold fast by him with + everything against her, if it’s necessary, as her mother + did with me.”</p> + + <p>He rose and leaned against a pillar, with a curious + look in his face.</p> + + <p>“The struggle that her mother and I made has left + its mark on me. The friends we left in the rut behind + us looked for my failure, and it seemed then that all + the men with money had leagued themselves together + to stop me from going on. Somehow I beat them, + one by one—big engineers, financiers, financiers’ syndicates, + <a class="pagenum" id="page149" title="149"></a>corporations—working late and working early, + sinking every dollar made in another venture, and + living any way. There were no amenities in that fight + until those we had against us found that it was wiser + to keep clear of me.”</p> + + <p>Then, with a little forceful gesture, he took off his + hat.</p> + + <p>“What I am, in part, at least, my girl’s mother + made me. She’s asleep at last, and because of what + she bore it’s up to me to make things smoother for her + daughter. Madam,” he added, turning to his companion + with a smile, “I have to thank you for doing + what you must have figured was your duty; but in the + meanwhile we’ll—let things slide.”</p> + + <p>He turned away and left her before she could answer, + astonished but a little touched by what she had + heard. Still, the gentler impression vanished, and + when she informed Major Kinnaird of what had + been said she was once more somewhat angry with + Stirling.</p> + + <p>“It is really useless to reason with him,” she said. + “The man has wholly preposterous views.”</p> + </div> + <div class="chapter" id="chapter_xiv"> + <p class="chapter_heading"><a class="pagenum" id="page150" title="150"></a>CHAPTER XIV</p> + + <h2 class="chapter_title">IDA ASSERTS HER AUTHORITY</h2> + + <p><span class="first_word">It</span> was a hot afternoon, and Ida, who was tired of + fishing, sat carefully in the middle of a fragile + birch canoe. Her rod lay unjointed beside her, and + two or three big trout gleamed in the bottom of the + craft, while Weston, who knelt astern, leisurely dipped + the single-bladed paddle. Dusky pines hung over + the river, wrapping it in grateful shadow, through + which the water swirled crystal clear, and the canoe + moved slowly down-stream across the slack of an + eddy. Farther out, the stream frothed furiously + among great boulders and then leaped in a wild white + rush down a rapid, though here and there a narrow + strip of green water appeared in the midst of the latter. + The deep roar it made broke soothingly through the + drowsy heat, and Ida listened languidly while she + watched the pines slide past.</p> + + <p>“I wonder what has become of the major,” she + said at length, with a little laugh. “It is too hot for + fine casting, and he probably has had enough of it. + After all, it really doesn’t matter that the fish won’t + rise.”</p> + + <p>She saw Weston’s smile, which made it evident + that he was equally content to drift quietly through + the cool shadow with the sound of frothing water in + his ears. Then she wondered whether that was his + only cause for satisfaction, and recognized that, if this + <a class="pagenum" id="page151" title="151"></a>were not the case, she had given him a lead. He did + not, however, seem very eager to make the most of it.</p> + + <p>“We might get another fish in the broken water,” + he suggested. “Would you like to try?”</p> + + <p>“No,” said Ida, “I wouldn’t.”</p> + + <p>She was a trifle displeased with him. The man, + she felt, might at least have ventured to agree with + her, and there was, after all, no reason why he should + insist on reminding her, in one way or another, that + he was merely her canoe attendant, when she was willing + to overlook that fact. She had once or twice, + when it was evident that he did not know that she was + watching him, seen something creep into his eyes when + he glanced in her direction. He was, however, for the + most part, almost unduly cautious in his conversation, + and she now and then wondered whether his reticence + cost him anything.</p> + + <p>“It’s a pity it isn’t always summer afternoon,” she + said.</p> + + <p>Weston looked at her rather curiously, though for + the next few moments his lips remained set. There + was a good deal he could have said in that connection, + but he suppressed it, as he had done more than once + already when similarly tempted. He felt that if he + once allowed his sentiments audible expression they + might run away with him.</p> + + <p>“Oh, yes,” he said, “I suppose it is.”</p> + + <p>Ida wondered whether he was quite insensible to + temptation, or absurdly diffident, for she had now + given him two openings, and he had answered with + only the tritest of remarks. She knew he was not + stupid, but there were times when, for no apparent + reason, he seemed suddenly to retire into his shell. + She did not know that on these occasions he had laid + a somewhat stern restraint upon himself.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page152" title="152"></a>“This land is not quite as grand as British Columbia, + but I think I almost like it better,” she said. “Still, + we spent a very pleasant time in the ranges.”</p> + + <p>“Those ranges could hardly be beaten,” said Weston.</p> + + <p>He paddled a little more strenuously after this, and + Ida abandoned the attempt to extract any expression + of opinion from him. She had made sufficient advances, + and she would go no further.</p> + + <p>“Well,” she said, “I don’t care to fish any longer. + Can’t we shoot that rapid?”</p> + + <p>Weston’s answer was given without hesitation. It + requires nerve and judgment to shoot a frothing rapid. + Just then, however, the task promised to be a relief to + him. His companion was very alluring, and very + gracious now and then, and that afternoon he found + it remarkably difficult to remember that she was the + daughter of his employer, and that there were a good + many barriers between her and himself.</p> + + <p>“Yes,” he said, “I think it would be safe enough + if you’ll sit quite still.”</p> + + <p>Three or four strokes of the paddle drove the + canoe out into the stream, and after that, all he had to + do was to hold her straight. This was, however, not + particularly easy, for the mad rush of water deflected + by the boulders swung her here and there, and the + channel was studded with foam-lapped masses of + stone. Gazing forward, intent and strung-up, he + checked her now and then with a feathering backstroke + of the paddle, while the boulders flashed up toward + her out of the spray, and the pines ashore reeled + by. The foam stood high about the hollowed, upswept + bow, and at times boiled a handbreadth above the depressed + waist, but, while the canoe swept on like a + toboggan, none came in. There was more than a spice + <a class="pagenum" id="page153" title="153"></a>of risk in it, and Ida, who knew what the result would + be if her companion’s nerve momentarily deserted him, + now and then glanced over her shoulder. When she + did so, he smiled reassuringly, leaning forward with + wet hands clenched hard on the flashing paddle. She + felt that he was to be relied on.</p> + + <p>Then she abandoned herself to the exhilaration of + the furious descent, watching boulder and eddy stream + by, while the spray that whirled about her brought the + crimson to her face. At length the pace grew a little + slacker, and Weston drove the canoe into an eddy + where a short rapid divided them from the smooth + green strip of water that poured over what could almost + be called a fall. Then she turned toward him + with glowing face.</p> + + <p>“That was splendid!” she exclaimed. “Can’t we + go right on down the fall?”</p> + + <p>Weston ran the canoe in upon the shingle before + he answered her.</p> + + <p>“No,” he said, though it cost him an effort not to + do as she wished, “I’m sorry I can’t take you down.”</p> + + <p>Ida glanced at the slide of silky green water that + leaped out over a shelf of rock and fell through a haze + of spray into a whirling pool. It did not look altogether + attractive, and now that she could see it more + clearly she rather shrank from it; but she was accustomed + to having exactly what she wished, and her + companion had not shown himself quite as ready to + meet her views that day as she would have liked. An + impulse that she did not altogether understand impelled + her to persist.</p> + + <p>“The Indians go down now and then,” she said.</p> + + <p>“Yes,” admitted Weston, “I believe they do.”</p> + + <p>“Then why can’t you?”</p> + + <p>Weston appeared a trifle embarrassed.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page154" title="154"></a>“It wouldn’t be quite safe.”</p> + + <p>“You mean to you?”</p> + + <p>The man’s face flushed a little. He had done a + good deal of river work, and none of his companions + had accused him of lack of nerve, but, though he had + an excellent reason for knowing that the thing was + possible, he had no intention of shooting the fall.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said, “if you like to look at it in that + way.”</p> + + <p>Ida rose and stepped ashore without taking his + proffered hand. Then she leaned on a boulder while + Weston sat still in the canoe, and for a moment or two + they looked at each other. The situation was a somewhat + novel one to the girl, for, in spite of the fact that + she desired it, the packer evidently did not mean to go. + This alone was sufficient to vex her, but there was + another cause, which she subconsciously recognized, + that made her resentment deeper. It was that this + particular man should prove so unwilling to do her + bidding.</p> + + <p>“It is quite a long way to the lake, and the trail + is very rough,” she said.</p> + + <p>“It is,” admitted Weston, who was glad to find a + point on which he could agree with her. “In fact it’s + a particularly wretched trail. Still, you have managed + it several times, and we have generally left the canoe + here.”</p> + + <p>“This time,” said Ida, “we will take it down to the + lake. I may want it to-morrow. You will have a + difficult portage unless you go down the fall.”</p> + + <p>Weston recognized that this was correct enough, + for the river was shut in by low crags for the next + half-mile at least, and he remembered the trouble he + had had dragging the canoe when he brought it up. + He had also had Grenfell with him then.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page155" title="155"></a>“Well,” he said, “if you would rather not walk + back, it must be managed.”</p> + + <p>“I told you I wanted the canoe on the lake tomorrow,” + said the girl.</p> + + <p>Weston was quite aware that there was another + canoe which would serve any reasonable purpose already + on the beach, but he merely made a little sign + of comprehension and waited for her to go. Somewhat + to his annoyance, however, she stood still, and + he proceeded to drag out the canoe. The craft was + not particularly heavy, but it was long, and he had + trouble when he endeavored to get it upon his back. + He had more than once carried the Siwash river-canoes + over a portage in this fashion, but there is a + trick in it, and the birch craft was larger and of a + different shape. He felt that he could have managed + it had there been nobody to watch him, but to do it + while the girl noticed every movement with a kind of + sardonic amusement was quite a different matter. He + was very hot when, after a struggle of several minutes, + he got the craft upon his shoulders; and then, + after staggering a few paces, he rammed the bow of + it into a tree. The shock was too much for him, and + he went down head-foremost, with the canoe upon + him, and it felt quite heavy enough then. As the man + who attempts the feat has his hands spread out above + him, that fall is, as a rule, a very awkward one. It + was a moment or two before he crawled out from + under the craft, gasping, red in face, and somewhat + out of temper, and he was not consoled by his companion’s + laugh.</p> + + <p>“I am sorry you fell down, but you looked absurdly + like a tortoise,” she observed.</p> + + <p>Weston glanced at the canoe disgustedly.</p> + + <p>“Miss Stirling,” he said, “I can’t carry this thing + <a class="pagenum" id="page156" title="156"></a>while you stand there watching me. Do you mind + walking on into the bush?”</p> + + <p>Ida was not in a very complaisant mood, and she + glanced at him coldly.</p> + + <p>“If my presence annoys you, I can, of course, go + on,” she said.</p> + + <p>She felt that it was a little paltry when she walked + on into the bush, but her action had been dictated at + least as much by curiosity as by petulance. She + fancied that she had set the man a task that was almost + beyond his strength, and, knowing that she could + release him from it at any time, she was anxious to + see what he would do. She walked on some distance, + and then sat down to wait until he came up with her, + and when half an hour had slipped by and he failed to + appear, she strolled toward the edge of the wall of + rock.</p> + + <p>The river swept furiously down a long declivity + just there, and the strip of deeper water flown which + one could run a canoe was on the opposite shore. It + would, she fancied, be almost impossible to reach it + from the foot of the rock on which she stood. Then, + to her astonishment, she saw Weston letting the canoe + drive down before him close beneath the rock. There + was a short rope made fast to it, and he alternately + floundered almost waist-deep through the pools behind + the craft and dragged it over some thinly-covered + ledge. He was very wet, and looked savage, for his + face was set, while by the way he moved she fancied + for the first time that he had hurt himself in his fall. + She could not understand how he had got the canoe + down to the river; and for that matter Weston, who + had attempted it in a fit of anger, was never very sure. + Then she became conscious of a certain compunction. + <a class="pagenum" id="page157" title="157"></a>The thing, she felt, had gone quite far enough, and + when he drew level with her she called to him.</p> + + <p>“You needn’t take any more trouble. I can go on + by the trail, after all,” she said.</p> + + <p>Weston looked up.</p> + + <p>“There’s no reason why you should do that,” he + replied. “I can’t leave the canoe here, anyway, and I + can take you in a little lower down.”</p> + + <p>He went on without waiting for an answer, and + though the trail was very rough she had no difficulty + in keeping abreast of him along the bank. Indeed, + she felt that when he reached the spot where she could + join him, he would have gone quite far enough, in + view of the progress he was making. Once or twice + he floundered furiously as the stream swept his feet + from under him, and there were times when it seemed + to require all his strength to prevent the canoe from + being rolled over in the white rush of water that + poured across some slippery ledge; but he slowly plodded + on, and, though she did not know why, she was + glad that he did so. It was, she was conscious, not + altogether because he was executing her command.</p> + + <p>At length she joined him where the river flowed + deep and smooth beneath the pines again; and, when + she had taken her place and he dipped the paddle, she + turned to him.</p> + + <p>“How did you get the canoe down to the water? + The rock is very steep.”</p> + + <p>“I’m not quite sure,” answered Weston. “I think + I let it slide. Anyway, I shoved it over the edge. It + went down too quickly for me to remember exactly + what it did. I’m afraid there are a few rather big + scratches on it.”</p> + + <p>“But how did you get down?”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page158" title="158"></a>The man smiled dryly.</p> + + <p>“I believe I slid with it.”</p> + + <p>It occurred to Ida, who was commencing to feel a + little ashamed of having exerted her authority in such + a manner, that she could afford to be generous.</p> + + <p>“I’m sorry I put you to so much trouble,” she said. + “But why didn’t you tell me it would be difficult?”</p> + + <p>Weston ceased paddling a moment, and looked at + her steadily.</p> + + <p>“It’s my place to do what I’m told. Besides, you + said that you didn’t want to go back by the trail.”</p> + + <p>A slight flush crept into Ida’s face.</p> + + <p>“Wouldn’t it have been better if you had done as + I wanted, and shot the fall?”</p> + + <p>“No,” said Weston resolutely, “it wouldn’t have + been safe.”</p> + + <p>There was silence for a minute or two, and then + Ida spoke again.</p> + + <p>“I must admit that I knew the portage would be + a little difficult when you were by yourself, but I + didn’t think it would give you quite as much trouble + as it has,” she said. “Still, I think you should have + told me. After all”—and she seemed to have some + difficulty in finding the right words—“we have never + asked you to do anything unreasonable.”</p> + + <p>Weston understood that what she meant was that + she, at least, had not treated him as a mere camp-packer, + and, as she was quick to notice, the blood crept + into his face. Her manner, which was not conciliatory, + had, also, an unsteadying effect on him.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said, with a little laugh, “there are + naturally two or three of my duties which I don’t + find particularly agreeable, but that’s a very common + thing, and you wouldn’t expect me to point it out. + <a class="pagenum" id="page159" title="159"></a>They’re all in the bargain—and the others make up + for them.”</p> + + <p>She noticed his swift change of expression, and did + not urge him to explain what he meant.</p> + + <p>“Anyway, what I have to do is a good deal nicer + than handling heavy rails,” he added, with a rather + grim smile.</p> + + <p>Ida fancied that this was a clumsy attempt to + qualify his previous statement, and she said nothing + further until they reached the camp. Mrs. Kinnaird + kept her occupied for the next hour or two; and that + evening when she was sitting on the veranda she heard + Grenfell speaking to his comrade not far away.</p> + + <p>“Why did you bring that canoe down?” he asked.</p> + + <p>“Miss Stirling wanted it,” said Weston.</p> + + <p>“What did she want with it, anyway?”</p> + + <p>It was evident from Weston’s voice that he was + not anxious to pursue that subject.</p> + + <p>“I don’t know,” he said. “It paddles easier than + the other one.”</p> + + <p>“Well,” said Grenfell, “you and I are going to + have trouble taking the blame thing up the river again. + It’s quite different from coming down. I suppose you + shot the fall?”</p> + + <p>“I didn’t.”</p> + + <p>Grenfell’s tone suggested astonishment.</p> + + <p>“You hauled the canoe over the portage! What + made you do that, when you have twice come down + the fall?”</p> + + <p>Ida started at this, and leaned forward eagerly to + catch Weston’s answer.</p> + + <p>“I fancied there might be a little risk in it, and I + had Miss Stirling with me.”</p> + + <p>Ida felt her face grow warm as she remembered + <a class="pagenum" id="page160" title="160"></a>that she had twitted him with having less nerve than + the Indians; but Grenfell apparently was not yet satisfied.</p> + + <p>“You could have sent the girl on, and then have + shot the fall,” he said. “It would have saved you quite + a lot of trouble.”</p> + + <p>“Oh, yes,” agreed Weston, who appeared to resent + his curiosity. “Still, I didn’t.”</p> + + <p>Grenfell moved away, and Ida recognized now + that, in spite of a good deal of provocation, Weston + had acted with laudable delicacy. It was clear that his + obduracy in the matter of taking her down the fall + had been due to a regard for her safety. He had also + saddled himself with a laborious task to prevent this + fact from becoming apparent. She fancied that, had + she been in his place, she could have arranged the thing + more neatly; but, after all, that did not detract from + the delicacy of his purpose, and she sat very still, with + a rather curious expression in her face, until Grenfell + came to announce that supper was ready.</p> + </div> + <div class="chapter" id="chapter_xv"> + <p class="chapter_heading"><a class="pagenum" id="page161" title="161"></a>CHAPTER XV</p> + + <h2 class="chapter_title">THE ROCK POOL</h2> + + <p><span class="first_word">Ida</span> was quietly gracious to Weston during the + week that followed his opposition to her wishes at + the portage. This was not so much because she knew + she had been wrong in insisting on his taking her down + the fall, for, after all, that matter was a trifling one, + but it was more because she was pleased by the part + that he had played. The man, it seemed, had preferred + to face her anger rather than to allow her to run + any personal risk, and afterward had undertaken a + very laborious task to prevent her from discovering + why he had borne it. This was as far as she would + go, though she was aware that it left something to be + explained.</p> + + <p>In any case, there was a subtle change in her manner + toward Weston. She had never attempted to + patronize him, but now she placed him almost on the + footing of an intimate acquaintance. It was done + tactfully and naturally, but Mrs. Kinnaird noticed it, + and took alarm. Why she should do so was not very + clear, for Stirling certainly had not encouraged her + to put herself to any trouble on his daughter’s account, + but perhaps it was because Ida was going to England, + and she had a well-favored son. It is also possible + that, being a lady of conventional ideas, she acted instinctively + and could not help herself. That a young + woman of extensive possessions should encourage a + <a class="pagenum" id="page162" title="162"></a>camp-packer was, from her point of view, unthinkable.</p> + + <p>For this reason, perhaps, it was not astonishing + that there was for some little time a quiet battle between + the two. When Ida desired to go fishing, Mrs. + Kinnaird suggested something else, or contrived that + the packer should be busy. Failing this, she patiently + bore discomforts from which she usually shrank, and + put her companions to a good deal of trouble by favoring + them with her company. The major naturally + did not notice what was going on, and she did not enlighten + him; nor did Weston, for that matter; while + Arabella stood aside and looked on with quiet amusement. + It is probable that had Ida stooped to diplomacy, + she would have been beaten, but, as it was, her + uncompromising imperiousness stood her in good + stead.</p> + + <p>In any case, she went up the river alone with Weston + on several occasions, in spite of Mrs. Kinnaird, + and one morning the two sat together among the + boulders beside a pool not far above the fall. There + had been heavy rain, and the stream, which had risen, + swirled in an angry eddy along the rock that rose + close in front of them from that side of the pool. A + great drift-log, peeled white, with only stumps of + branches left, had jammed its thinner top on a half-submerged + ledge, and the great butt, which was water + borne, every now and then smote against the rock. + The pines along the river were still wet, and the wilderness + was steeped in ambrosial odors. Ida sat with + thoughtful eyes regarding the endless rows of trunks, + through which here and there a ray of dazzling sunlight + struck; but her whole attention was not occupied + with that great colonnade.</p> + + <p>“I think you were right when you said that the + <a class="pagenum" id="page163" title="163"></a>bush gets hold of one,” she said. “I sometimes feel + that I don’t want to go back to the cities at all.”</p> + + <p>Weston smiled, though there was something curious + in his manner. It seemed to suggest that he was + trying to face an unpleasant fact.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said, “I told you that would probably + be the case. In one way it’s unfortunate, because I + suppose you will have to go. You belong to civilization, + and it will certainly claim you.”</p> + + <p>“And don’t you?”</p> + + <p>Weston made a little whimsical gesture.</p> + + <p>“In the meanwhile, I don’t quite know where I + belong. It’s perplexing.”</p> + + <p>Ida noticed the “in the meanwhile.” It had, she + fancied, a certain significance, and hinted that by and + by he expected to be more sure of his station.</p> + + <p>“You don’t wish to go back?” she asked.</p> + + <p>“No,” said Weston decisively. “Anyway, not to + the packed boarding-house and the flour-mill. Even + in winter, when these rivers are frozen hard and the + pines stand white and motionless under the Arctic + frost, this is a good deal nicer.”</p> + + <p>“You’re getting away from the point,” said Ida, + laughing. “I meant to England.”</p> + + <p>Weston leaned forward a little, looking at her with + a curious expression in his eyes.</p> + + <p>“For three or four months in the year England is + the most beautiful country in the world,” he said. + “We haven’t your great pines and foaming rivers, + but, even in the land from which I come in the rugged + north, every valley is a garden. It’s all so smooth and + green and well cared for. One could fancy that somebody + loved every inch of it—once you get outside the + towns. I said the dales were gardens—in summer + they’re more like Paradise.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page164" title="164"></a>It was evident that the exile’s longing for the old + land was awake within him, and Ida nodded sympathetically.</p> + + <p>“Won’t you go on?” she begged.</p> + + <p>“Ah!” said Weston. “If I could make you see + them—the wonderful green of the larch woods, the + bronze of the opening oaks, and the smooth velvet + pastures between the little river and the gleaming + limestone at the foot of the towering fell! All is + trimmed and clipped and cared for, down to the level + hedgerows and the sod on the roadside banks, and + every here and there white hamlets, with little old-world + churches, nestle among-the trees. You see, it + has grown ripe and mellow, while your settlements are + crude and new.”</p> + + <p>The girl sat silent a brief space. She had read of + the old country, and seen pictures of it, and it seemed + to her that his term, a garden, described parts, at least, + of it rather efficiently.</p> + + <p>Then, though he had already assured her that he + meant to stay in the bush, she wondered whether he + never longed to gather a flower of that trim garden. + In fact, it suddenly became a question of some moment + to her.</p> + + <p>“You will go back to it some day?”</p> + + <p>“No,” said Weston, with a little wry smile; “I + don’t think so. After all, why should I?”</p> + + <p>Ida was sensible of a certain satisfaction, but she + desired to make more sure.</p> + + <p>“There must be somebody you would wish to see, + or somebody who would care to see you?”</p> + + <p>“Ah,” said Weston, “the failures are soon forgotten + over yonder. Perhaps it’s fortunate that it + happens so.”</p> + + <p>A shadow crept into his face.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page165" title="165"></a>“No,” he added, “unless it is as a successful man, + it is scarcely likely that I shall go back again.”</p> + + <p>Ida glanced at him covertly, with thoughtful eyes. + Though his attire was neater than it had been when + she had seen him on other occasions, he still wore the + bush packer’s usual dress. There was, however, a + subtle grace in his manner, and, though he was by + no means a brilliant conversationalist, there was something + in his voice and the half-whimsical tricks of + fancy which now and then characterized him that + made a wide distinction between him and the general + hired hand. Once more it seemed to her that when he + had called the old country a garden it was a somewhat + apt description, for this man had evidently been subjected + to careful training and pruning in his youth. + He was, she felt, one who had grown up under a + watchful eye.</p> + + <p>“Well,” she said, with a little laugh, “perhaps you + are wise. One could almost fancy that the old land is + overcrowded, and even on the richest soil one needs + light and air.”</p> + + <p>Weston’s smile showed that he could understand + her train of thought.</p> + + <p>“I certainly think that some of us are hardier for + transplanting,” he replied. “It is easier to make a + vigorous growth out in the open, in the wind and the + sun. Besides, over yonder every one is pinched and + trimmed back to the same conventional pattern. They + sacrifice too much for uniformity.”</p> + + <p>“Still,” said Ida, once more harping on the idea + that troubled her, “there are only wild flowers in the + wilderness. One understands that we have nothing + like your peerless English blooms.”</p> + + <p>Weston looked at her with a little gleam in his + eyes.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page166" title="166"></a>“Oh,” he said, “one must be honest, and even for + the credit of the old land I can’t admit that. It + couldn’t be, when you have your sunlight and your + crystal skies. It always seems to me that strength is + essential to perfect grace, and one finds both, and + sweetness unexcelled, out here in Canada.”</p> + + <p>He rose, and, taking up the rod, straightened the + gut trace.</p> + + <p>“There is a big trout rising in the slack,” he said. + “I think you could cast from the bank.”</p> + + <p>Ida took the rod from him, and a little thrill of + satisfaction ran through her as she poised herself upon + a jutting stone at the water’s edge. He had spoken + vaguely, and she would have resented any undue explicitness, + but she had watched his face, and it had set + her doubts at rest. If any English girl had ever + looked upon this man with favor, which seemed probable, + it was evident that he had long ago forgotten + her; and she fancied that if he had once been stirred + to passion he was not a man who would lightly forget. + Then she set about casting for the trout, which rose + again; for, in view of her encounters with Mrs. Kinnaird, + it seemed advisable to take a few fish back with + her, if only to show how she had spent the time.</p> + + <p>At the third cast there was a splash and a sudden + silvery gleam, and a tightening of the line. Then the + reel clinked furiously, a bright shape flashed through + the froth of the eddy, and went down, after which the + line ripped athwart the surface of the pool. Weston, + who whipped up the net, waded in knee-deep.</p> + + <p>“Keep the butt down!” he called. “Reel in! Take + up every inch of slack.”</p> + + <p>The fish broke the surface and went down again, + and a flush of crimson crept into Ida’s face as she + <a class="pagenum" id="page167" title="167"></a>stood quivering while the line went round the pool. + Then the strain eased a little, and she spun the reel, + until the fish, showing a gleaming side in the swing + of the eddy, made a rush again.</p> + + <p>“Hold on this time,” said Weston. “It’s making + for the drift-log. There are branches under it.”</p> + + <p>The rod bent, but the moving line led straight toward + the drift-log, until, in a moment, it stopped suddenly. + Ida turned to the man with a gasp.</p> + + <p>“It’s in under those branches,” she said.</p> + + <p>Weston, glancing at the line, threw down the net, + for, though he scarcely had expected this, the fish + evidently had not snapped the gut trace, which was + now entangled among the broken branches.</p> + + <p>“Give me some slack when I call,” he said.</p> + + <p>It was rather a long jump, but he managed to + reach the butt of the log, and he scrambled along it + toward its thinner top, which stretched out along the + side of the rock. There was deep water under it, and + the eddy swung fiercely toward the rapid which swept + on to the fall; but the trunk provided a tolerably safe + pathway to one accustomed to the bush, and he reached + a spot where a snapped-off branch projected into the + river. Then, stripping off his jacket, he lay down + and crawled along the branch. As he lowered one arm + and shoulder into the water, it seemed to Ida that the + log rolled a little, and when he raised himself again, + with the water dripping from him, she called out to + warn him.</p> + + <p>“The log’s not safe,” she said.</p> + + <p>It was not evident that Weston heard her through + the roar of the short rapid above the fall, for he lowered + himself once more. Ida was quite sure that the + trunk tilted a little now, but when he turned a wet + <a class="pagenum" id="page168" title="168"></a>face toward her, in her eagerness she forgot that the + thing might be perilous. Weston did not notice that + he was disturbing the equilibrium of the tree.</p> + + <p>“Let your reel run!” he cried.</p> + + <p>He groped around among the branches, with a + good deal of the upper part of his body under water, + and when at length he emerged there was a big, gleaming + fish in one hand. Ida saw him jerk its head back, + with his fingers in its gills, and then, standing upright, + he hurled it toward her.</p> + + <p>“It beats the major’s largest one!” he announced.</p> + + <p>Ida laid down her rod and scrambled toward the + fish; but there was a splashing sound as she bent over + it, and when she looked around sharply she saw the + big pine slide out into the stream. Weston stood with + his back toward her, apparently gazing at the rock, + until he suddenly leaped forward and clutched at it. + She could not see what he clung to, but the surface + was uneven, and he evidently had found a foothold. + Then, while a thrill of horror ran through her, she + glanced at the pine and saw it whirl out into the rapid. + Twice the top of it, which swung clear, came down + with a splash, and then it plunged wildly into spray + about the fall. She did not care to watch what became + of it, and she clenched her hands hard as she + looked around again.</p> + + <p>Weston was clinging to the rock, and his face, + which was turned partly toward her, was set and grim. + In a moment he moved forward a little, feeling with + outstretched hand for a fresh hold, while one foot + splashed in the swirling water. Ida held her breath as + she watched him. He swung suddenly forward a yard + or so, and then, with a wild scramble, found a foothold. + Ida, who was conscious that her heart was beating + <a class="pagenum" id="page169" title="169"></a>painfully fast, wondered what kept him from falling. + There was not a crevice or a cranny that she could + see; but she could not see anything very well, except + the tense figure stretched against the stone and the set, + white face. Dark pines and foaming water had faded + into insignificance.</p> + + <p>He moved again, and crept forward with agonizing + slowness, until at length he stopped and gazed + at the wall of rock still in front of him. That part of + it was very smooth and overhung a little between + where he was and the steeply sloping strip of shingle + on which the girl stood. The stream swirled past + furiously, and it was evident to Ida that if he lost his + hold it must sweep him down the rapid and over the + fall.</p> + + <p>She was never sure how long he clung there, but + his white face and the poise of his strung-up figure impressed + themselves indelibly on her memory. Strain + was expressed in every line of his body and in his + clutching hands. Then the strength and decision that + was in her asserted itself, and she overcame the numbing + horror that had held her powerless. Snatching up + her rod, she turned to him resolutely.</p> + + <p>“You must jump!” she called.</p> + + <p>Weston looked at the slender point of the rod she + held out, and somewhat naturally hesitated. It was + some distance from him, but in another moment the + girl was wading out from the shingle. Her skirt + trailed in the water which swirled by her, but, though + the shingle dropped steeply, it afforded her a foothold, + and she stretched out the rod a little farther.</p> + + <p>“Jump!” she cried commandingly. “Jump right + now!”</p> + + <p>The man flung up his hands. As a matter of fact, + <a class="pagenum" id="page170" title="170"></a>there was not room for him to jump at all. Ida + braced herself for an effort as he lurched down from + the rock. There was a great splash and a wrench that + almost dragged her off her feet; then he was close beside + her, waist-deep in the stream. He did not stop, + but clutched her by the shoulder and drove her before + him up the shingle. Then he sat down, gasping, while + the water ran from him; and she moved back a pace + or two and leaned on a boulder, with her face almost + as white as his.</p> + + <p>“You must be very wet. I thought the river had + us both,” he said.</p> + + <p>Ida laughed, a rather harsh and foolish laugh, for + now that the tension had slackened she felt curiously + shaken. The man turned and looked back at the pool.</p> + + <p>“No,” he said, “I don’t think I ever could have + got out of there alone.”</p> + + <p>Then he scrambled in a half-dazed fashion to his + feet, and raised a hand to where his hat should have + been. The hat was, however, a long way down the + river by this time; and when Ida noticed his astonishment + at not finding it on his head, she once more + broke into strained laughter. After that she pulled + herself together with an effort.</p> + + <p>“You won’t mind? I can’t help it,” she said. + “Didn’t you know your hat was gone?”</p> + + <p>Weston looked at her more steadily than perhaps + he should have done. There was something in her + face that suggested that the last few moments had almost + unnerved her. This, as he could realize, was not + altogether unnatural; and then a sudden thrill that set + his nerves tingling ran through him, as their eyes met. + The events of the past minute had shown them, in + part, at least, how they stood toward each other, and + for the moment they could not hide it. Then Weston + <a class="pagenum" id="page171" title="171"></a>recovered the self-command that was rapidly deserting + him.</p> + + <p>“I don’t think that matters,” he said, apparently + referring to the hat. “I want to thank you, Miss + Stirling. It’s quite clear that I owe a good deal to + your quickness and nerve.”</p> + + <p>There were signs that his formal tone had cost + him an effort, but the fact that, slightly dazed as he + was, he had forced himself to make it, and had called + her Miss Stirling, was significant, and Ida fell in with + the course he had adopted. It was difficult for both + of them, but she recognized that the matter must be + passed over as lightly and as speedily as possible.</p> + + <p>“You shouldn’t have gone out on that log at all,” + she said. “You must have seen it wasn’t safe.”</p> + + <p>Weston laughed, though the signs of struggle were + still on his face.</p> + + <p>“Did you notice that?” he asked.</p> + + <p>“I didn’t,” said Ida, and then a curious little thrill + of anger ran through her. The man’s attitude was + only what should be expected of him in view of the + difference between their stations, but, after all, it + seemed to her that he had almost too much self-control.</p> + + <p>“That is, not at first,” she added. “Afterward + I did notice it, and I called to you. You didn’t hear?”</p> + + <p>“No,” said Weston, “I didn’t hear you.”</p> + + <p>He looked at her steadily; and the girl, who felt + the impulsive desire to wound him too strong for her, + made a little gesture.</p> + + <p>“I am rather ashamed of it, but the next moment + I quite forgot that there was any danger,” she said. + “You see I was so intent upon the fish.”</p> + + <p>“Then,” said Weston, very quietly, “I don’t think + you could blame me.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page172" title="172"></a>He stooped, and, picking up the rod, set about taking + it to pieces with a curious deliberation. Then he + glanced at the girl.</p> + + <p>“I can only offer you my thanks, Miss Stirling, but + they’re very sincere,” he said. “Don’t you think it + would be better if we went back to camp?”</p> + + <p>Ida rose and returned with him through the + scented bush, but neither said anything further, for + the same restraint was upon both of them.</p> + </div> + <div class="chapter" id="chapter_xvi"> + <p class="chapter_heading"><a class="pagenum" id="page173" title="173"></a>CHAPTER XVI</p> + + <h2 class="chapter_title">ON THE LAKE</h2> + + <p><span class="first_word">It</span> was rather late that night when Weston and + Grenfell sat smoking beside the dying fire. The + breeze that came off the lake was colder than usual, + and the rest of the party had retired indoors, but one + window of the little wooden house stood open, and + Miss Kinnaird’s voice drifted softly out of it. She + was evidently singing a selection from an opera. Grenfell, + who lay with his back against one of the hearth-logs, + appeared to be listening critically.</p> + + <p>“It’s pretty and nothing more,” he said. “That + girl’s too diffuse—she spreads herself. She might + have painted if she’d been poor; though that’s not a + sure thing either.”</p> + + <p>“Why isn’t it?” asked Weston, who had, however, + no great interest in the matter.</p> + + <p>“She has too level a head,” Grenfell said. “It’s as + fatal in art as it is in some professions. You have to + concentrate, hang on to the one thing, and give yourself + to it. Miss Kinnaird couldn’t do that. She must + stop and count the cost. To make anything of this + life one now and then must shut one’s eyes to that. + There generally has to be a sacrifice.”</p> + + <p>He broke off, and looked at his companion rather + curiously.</p> + + <p>“The other girl could make it. She wouldn’t ask + whether it were worth while.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page174" title="174"></a>Weston was a trifle startled. He had that very day + seen something in Ida Stirling’s eyes that seemed to + bear out what his comrade suggested. It had been + there for only a moment, which he felt might have + been fateful to both of them, and he knew that it + was beyond his power to analyze all the qualities that + the look had suggested. It had, however, hinted at a + courage sufficient to set at defiance conventions and + the opinions of her friends, and at the capacity to + make a costly sacrifice.</p> + + <p>“You seem sure of that?”</p> + + <p>“Well,” said Grenfell, reflectively, “I think I am. + You see in one or two respects I’m like Miss Stirling.”</p> + + <p>“You like Miss Stirling!”</p> + + <p>There was an indignant protest in Weston’s voice + which brought a twinkle into Grenfell’s watery eyes.</p> + + <p>“Just so,” he said. “When I know what I want + the most, I set about getting it. I guess that’s sense—sense + that’s way beyond prudence. What one wants + is, in a general way, what one likes, which is a very + different thing from what’s good for one. It’s very + seldom that one finds the latter nice. Get these distinctions?”</p> + + <p>“I can’t see the drift of them,” said Weston, impatiently.</p> + + <p>“It may strike you as we proceed. If you stop to + consider whether it’s judicious to reach out for the + thing you want, you generally end by not getting it or + anything else. Isn’t it better to clutch with courage, + even if you have to face the cost?”</p> + + <p>“I’m not sure,” said Weston, dryly. “Is it quite + impossible to like a thing it is desirable that you should + have?”</p> + + <p>“One doesn’t often like it,” explained Grenfell, + with a grin. “Even when one does, the same principle + <a class="pagenum" id="page175" title="175"></a>applies. As a rule, one can’t get it without a sacrifice.”</p> + + <p>“That’s the principle you acted on?”</p> + + <p>Grenfell spread out his hands.</p> + + <p>“I guess it is,” he said. “In my case the thing + I wanted wasn’t good for me. I had to choose between + my profession and whisky, and I did. Anyway, + I’ve had the whisky.”</p> + + <p>Weston sat thoughtfully silent a minute or two. + It seemed to him that while the result of the course + his comrade advocated might well prove to be disastrous, + as it had certainly done in his particular case, + there was a warranty for it. If it were true that + practically nothing could be obtained without cost, it + was clear that the excess of prudence which shrank + from incurring the latter could lead only to aridity + of life. The thoughtless courage which snatched at + what was offered seemed a much more fruitful thing, + though one might afterward bear the smart as well as + enjoy the sweet. To accomplish or obtain anything + one must at least face a risk. He remembered how, + when he clung hesitating to the slippery rock, Ida + Stirling had bidden him jump. He was, however, not + a moralist, but a man with a simple code which, a few + hours ago, had proved singularly difficult to adhere + to. He had then seen something in Ida Stirling’s eyes + that set his nerves tingling, but he could not take advantage + of the momentary reaction of relief at his + escape. He wondered, though, why Grenfell had + spoken as he had, until the latter turned to him again.</p> + + <p>“You mentioned that you nearly pulled Miss Stirling + in when she held out that rod,” he said. “You + didn’t notice that she showed any signs of letting it + go?”</p> + + <p>“I don’t think she did.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page176" title="176"></a>“You don’t think so!” laughed Grenfell. “That + girl would have gone right down the fall before she + let you go. She’s the kind that sees things through. + I wonder whether she said anything in particular + afterward?”</p> + + <p>Weston’s face hardened as he looked at him out + of half-closed eyes.</p> + + <p>“She did not. What makes you suggest it?”</p> + + <p>“Well,” said Grenfell, reflectively, “she’s flesh and + blood like the rest of us. She’s also a girl with courage + enough not to hesitate. I’m not sure”—and he + spread out his hands—“that I couldn’t have made better + use of your opportunities.”</p> + + <p>Weston said nothing, though he was hot with anger; + and just then Kinnaird, who appeared in the + lighted doorway of the house, moved in their direction. + He stopped close beside them.</p> + + <p>“I think I would better tell you now that we have + decided to leave this place early next week,” he said. + “You can see about getting the surplus stores and + some of the baggage down the lake to-morrow.”</p> + + <p>Weston fancied that he looked at him rather hard; + but, though the unexpected news had filled him with + dismay, he sat very still until Kinnaird, who said + nothing further, turned away. Then Grenfell looked + up with a smile.</p> + + <p>“The major,” he said, “has perhaps had sufficient + fishing, or his precipitation may be due to the fact that + Mrs. Kinnaird is not in some respects a friend of + yours. I’m rather surprised that Miss Stirling, who + must have known it, mentioned the other little matter. + Anyway, as you may feel inclined to point out, that’s + not my business. The question is what we’re going + to do now.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page177" title="177"></a>“Look again for that mine of yours,” said Weston, + quietly.</p> + + <p>Grenfell made a little sign of comprehension.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said, “we’ll go. What’s more, I know + that one of us is going to locate that quartz some + day.”</p> + + <p>He spoke as with conviction, and then, lighting his + pipe, slowly strolled away; but Weston sat beside the + sinking fire for another hour or so. It was clear to + him that he must find Grenfell’s lost mine.</p> + + <p>It was two days later when he next had any speech + with Ida Stirling, and then, though he did not know + that Mrs. Kinnaird had done her utmost to prevent + it, they were crossing the lake alone in the sailboat. + The boat was running smoothly before a little favoring + breeze, and Ida sat at the tiller, looking out upon + the shining water. They had not spoken since they + left the beach, but by and by she turned toward Weston.</p> + + <p>“I am glad it is so fine an evening since it’s scarcely + likely that I shall have another sail,” she said. “We + have decided to leave early on Monday.”</p> + + <p>Weston nodded. It was the first time she had + mentioned their departure to him, and he recognized + that unless he were cautious it might prove a dangerous + subject.</p> + + <p>“You are going to Montreal?” he inquired.</p> + + <p>“In the first place. However, we are going to + England in a week or two.”</p> + + <p>Though he was on his guard, she saw him start, + but he stooped and coiled up one of the halyards before + he answered her.</p> + + <p>“You will, of course, be there some time?”</p> + + <p>“Six months at least, perhaps longer.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page178" title="178"></a>She watched him quietly, but he sat very still with + the rope in his hand.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said, “I think you will like it. You + will be in London, I suppose?”</p> + + <p>Ida felt vaguely sorry for him. Though he had + said it was scarcely probable that he would go back + to it, she knew that he had not forgotten the land + from which he was exiled. Indeed, a certain wistfulness + in his eyes suggested that he still thought of it + with the exile’s usual tenderness. She was going to + take her place in the world to which she felt reasonably + certain he had once belonged, while he swung the ax + or plied the shovel beside some western railroad track; + though she did not mean for him to do the latter if she + could help it, of which, however, she was far from sure.</p> + + <p>“Yes,” she said. “Still we shall spend some time + at the house in the north of England you once heard + Major Kinnaird mention.”</p> + + <p>There was no doubt that this shot had reached its + mark, for she saw his little abrupt movement. Then + he turned toward her fully, which he had not done for + the last minute or two.</p> + + <p>“Miss Stirling,” he said, with a faint flush in his + face, “I am going to ask you a rather curious thing. + If you meet any of the people about there, I should + rather you did not mention my name, though, of + course, it is scarcely likely that you would find any + reason to do so.”</p> + + <p>He broke off, and hesitated a moment.</p> + + <p>“You see, I know the place.”</p> + + <p>“Ah,” said Ida, with no sign of surprise. “What + were you doing there?”</p> + + <p>The man smiled rather bitterly.</p> + + <p>“I was something similar to head gamekeeper. It + wasn’t an occupation I cared much about.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page179" title="179"></a>“You got tired of it?”</p> + + <p>“Anyway, that wasn’t why I gave it up. I was + turned out. Fired, they call it in this country.”</p> + + <p>Ida for a moment was almost angry with him. + She felt, simply because he had said it, that this must + be correct as far as it went, but she was equally sure + that he could have gone a good deal further. She was, + of course, aware that there were a good many men in + Canada whose absence from the old country was not + regretted by their friends, and she was a little hurt + that he did not seem to shrink from the possibility of + her setting him down as one of them. She could not + know that he was in a very bitter mood just then.</p> + + <p>“Well,” she said, “as you say, it is not likely that + I shall have any occasion to mention you, and I certainly + won’t do it casually. You must, however, be + content with that.”</p> + + <p>“Yes,” said Weston. “After all, it really doesn’t + matter very much anyway.”</p> + + <p>Ida let the matter drop, for she had something else + to say, and it had been in her mind rather often lately.</p> + + <p>“When we leave here you will be without an occupation, + won’t you?” she asked; and then proceeded + somewhat hastily without waiting for him to answer. + “Now, you have done a good deal to make the time + pass pleasantly both here and in British Columbia.”</p> + + <p>“It did pass pleasantly?”</p> + + <p>The question was suggestively abrupt, and Ida saw + that, as happened now and then, the man was for the + moment off his guard. This, however, did not displease + her.</p> + + <p>“Of course,” she said. “For that matter it + couldn’t have been very burdensome to you.”</p> + + <p>Weston laughed in a rather curious fashion, and + she saw the blood creep into his face.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page180" title="180"></a>“I’m glad you have enjoyed it,” he said. “It seems + unfortunately certain that I shall not have another + time like this.”</p> + + <p>Ida was aware, of course, that the real man had + spoken then, but in another moment he once more, as + she sometimes described it to herself, drew back into + his shell.</p> + + <p>“I interrupted what you were going to say,” he + observed, with a deprecatory gesture.</p> + + <p>“It’s very simple,” said the girl. “If my father + or any one else makes you an offer, I should like you + to take it. In one sense, chopping trees and shoveling + gravel on the track leads to nothing.”</p> + + <p>The flush Ida had already noticed grew a little + plainer in the man’s face, but he smiled.</p> + + <p>“I’m afraid I can’t promise to do that,” he said. + “You see,” and he seemed to search for words, “there + is a good deal of the vagabond in me. I never could + stand the cities, and that ought to be comprehensible + to you when you have seen the wilderness.”</p> + + <p>“In summer,” said the girl dryly. “Isn’t it very + different during the rest of the year?”</p> + + <p>“Oh,” declared Weston, “it’s always good in the + bush, even when the pines are gleaming spires of + white, and you haul the great logs out with the plodding + oxen over the down-trodden snow. There is + nothing the cities can give one to compare with the + warmth of the log shack at night when you lie, aching + a little, about the stove, telling stories with the boys, + while the shingles snap and crackle under the frost. + Perhaps it’s finer still to stand by with the peevie, + while the great trunks go crashing down the rapids + with the freshets of the spring; and then there’s the + still, hot summer, when the morning air’s like wine, + and you can hear the clink-clink of the drills through + <a class="pagenum" id="page181" title="181"></a>the sound of running water in the honey-scented + shade, and watch the new wagon road wind on into + the pines. You have seen the big white peaks gleam + against the creeping night.”</p> + + <p>It was evident that he was endeavoring to find + cause for contentment with the life before him, but + Ida fancied that he wished to avoid the question she + had raised.</p> + + <p>“You forget to mention the raw hands and the + galled shoulders, as well as the snow-slush and the + rain. However, that’s not quite the point. As I said, + all that leads to nothing. Are you too proud to take + a trifling favor because it comes through me?”</p> + + <p>Weston met her gaze, and there was a grave forcefulness + in his manner which almost astonished her. + He evidently for once had suffered his usual self-restraint + to relax, and she felt it was almost a pity + that he had not done so more frequently.</p> + + <p>“Miss Stirling,” he said, “you are, as it happens, + one of the few people from whom I could not take a + favor of that kind.”</p> + + <p>She understood him, and for a moment a flicker of + color crept into her cheek. It was, she felt, a clean + pride that had impelled him to the speech. There + were, she admitted, no benefits within her command + that she would not gladly have thrust upon him; but, + for all that, she would not have had him quietly + acquiesce in them. Perhaps she was singular in this, + but her forebears had laid the foundations of a new + land’s future with ax and drill, clearing forest and + breaking prairie with stubborn valor and toil incredible. + They had flung their wagon roads over + thundering rivers and grappled with stubborn rock, + and among them the soft-handed man who sought advancement + through a woman’s favor was, as a rule, + <a class="pagenum" id="page182" title="182"></a>regarded with quiet scorn. She said nothing, however, + and it was a few moments before Weston looked + at her again.</p> + + <p>“Anyway,” he said, “I couldn’t do what you suggest. + I am going back into the ranges with Grenfell + to look for the mine.”</p> + + <p>“Ah,” said Ida, “you haven’t given up that notion + yet?”</p> + + <p>The man smiled grimly.</p> + + <p>“I am keener about it than ever. Perhaps it’s + somewhat curious, but I seem certain that we shall + strike that quartz lead one of these days.”</p> + + <p>Ida was glad to let the conversation take this new + turn, for she understood his eagerness now, and she + had felt that they were skirting a crisis each time she + had talked with him of late. She had the courage to + make a sacrifice, and, indeed, had the occasion arisen, + would probably have considered none too costly; but + it seemed due to him as well as to her that he should + at least make some strenuous effort to pull down the + barriers between them.</p> + + <p>“Well,” she said quietly, “it is very curious that + you discovered no trace of it. You said you found + Grenfell’s partner lying dead upon the range, and, as + their provisions were running out when he left the + lake, he could not have gone very far. Was it a big + lake?”</p> + + <p>“It couldn’t have been. Grenfell said he walked + round it in a couple of hours.”</p> + + <p>Ida looked thoughtful.</p> + + <p>“Still, when you had the spot where you came + upon Verneille to work from, you should have seen it + from one of the spurs of the range.”</p> + + <p>“Yes,” admitted Weston, “that seems reasonably + evident, though we certainly saw no sign of it.” He + <a class="pagenum" id="page183" title="183"></a>broke off and laughed. “The whole thing sounds + crazy, doesn’t it? Still, as I said, I believe we are + going to be successful.”</p> + + <p>He turned away and busied himself with some of + the gear; and neither of them said anything further + until they ran into the bay before the house. Three + or four days later Weston conveyed the party down + the lake to the carriage that was waiting to take them + to the station; and Ida laid her hand in his for only a + moment before she drove away.</p> + </div> + <div class="chapter" id="chapter_xvii"> + <p class="chapter_heading"><a class="pagenum" id="page184" title="184"></a>CHAPTER XVII</p> + + <h2 class="chapter_title">SCARTHWAITE-IN-THE-FOREST</h2> + + <p><span class="first_word">Ida Stirling</span> had spent some time in England + when, one autumn evening, she descended the wide + oak staircase of Scarthwaite Hall at Scarthwaite-in-the-Forest. + There was no forest in the vicinity, + though long ago a certain militant bishop had held by + kingly favor the right of venery over the surrounding + moors, and now odd wisps of straggling firs wound up + the hollows that seamed them here and there. Nobody + seemed to know who first built Scarthwaite Hall, + though many a dalesman had patched it afterward + and pulled portions of it down. It was one of the + ancient houses, half farm and half stronghold, which + may still be found in the north country. They were, + until a few decades ago, usually in possession of the + Statesmen who worked their own land. The Statesmen + have gone—economic changes vanquished them—but + the houses they inherited from the men who + bore pike and bow at Bannockburn and Flodden are + for the most part standing yet. They have made no + great mark in history, but their stout walls have time + and again been engirdled by Scottish spears, and after + such occasions there was not infrequently lamentation + by Esk and Liddell.</p> + + <p>It was clear that Scarthwaite Hall had been built + in those days of foray, for one little, ruined, half-round + tower rose from the brink of a ravine whose + <a class="pagenum" id="page185" title="185"></a>sides the hardiest of moss-troopers could scarcely have + climbed. A partly filled-in moat led past the other, + and in between stretched the curtain wall which now + formed the facade of the house itself. Its arrow slits + had been enlarged subsequently into narrow, stone-ribbed + windows, and a new entrance made, while the + ancient courtyard was girt with decrepit stables and + barns. Most of the deep, winding dale still belonged + to it, but the last Weston had signally failed to make a + living out of it, or to meet his debts. He lived in a + little town not far away, and let Scarthwaite for the + shooting when he could, which explains how Major + Kinnaird had taken it.</p> + + <p>Ida looked about her as she came down the stairway. + It led into a dark-paneled, stone-arched hall, + which, since habitable space was rather scarce at + Scarthwaite, served as general living-room. A fire + was burning in the big, ancient hearth, and a handful + of people were scattered here and there, waiting for + dinner, which should have been ready a few minutes + earlier. Kinnaird, who appeared a trifle impatient, + was standing near his wife and a couple of shooting + men, and his daughter was talking to one or two of + his neighbors. Ida smiled as one of the latter glanced + up at her, and she moved toward him when she + reached the foot of the stairway. Ainslie, the owner + of some quarries in the vicinity, was a middle-aged + man whom she had met once or twice before.</p> + + <p>When she had greeted him, she stood still a moment + or two, listening to the murmurs of general conversation. + Then she saw Kinnaird, who was standing + not far from her, take out his watch.</p> + + <p>“It’s a little too bad of Weston. I shouldn’t have + waited for anybody else,” he said. “As it is, I suppose + we’ll have to give him a minute or two longer.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page186" title="186"></a>The remark was evidently overheard, as perhaps + Kinnaird intended. One of the others laughed.</p> + + <p>“Ralph Weston was never punctual in his life,” + he said.</p> + + <p>“Considering everything,” observed one of the + women standing near Ida, “it is rather curious that + Weston should have promised to come at all. It must + be a trifle embarrassing to dine at one’s own place as + another man’s guest.”</p> + + <p>“Oh,” said the man beside her, “Weston would + go anywhere for a good dinner and a good glass of + wine.”</p> + + <p>Ida, as it happened, had not heard what guests + Mrs. Kinnaird had expected, and she started at the + name. It was a moment or two later when she turned + to her companion.</p> + + <p>“This house belongs to the man they seem to be + waiting for?” she asked.</p> + + <p>Ainslie nodded.</p> + + <p>“Yes,” he said, “I suppose it does.”</p> + + <p>“Then why doesn’t he live in it?”</p> + + <p>“It takes a good deal to keep up a place of this + kind, and, until Major Kinnaird came, it’s some time + since anybody seriously attempted it.”</p> + + <p>“Ah!” said Ida. “Mr. Weston’s means are insufficient?”</p> + + <p>“It’s a tolerably open secret. There are a good + many people similarly situated. A small and badly-kept + estate is not a lucrative possession.”</p> + + <p>“Then why don’t they keep it up efficiently?”</p> + + <p>“Now,” said Ainslie, “you’re getting at the root + of the matter. In my opinion it’s largely a question + of character. In fact, after the glimpses I’ve had of + the wheat-growers in Dakota, Minnesota, and western + Canada, it seems to me that if our people were content + <a class="pagenum" id="page187" title="187"></a>to live and work at home as they do out yonder + they would acquire at least a moderate prosperity. + Still, I’m rather afraid that wouldn’t appeal to some + of them. As it is, their wants are increasing, and + the means of gratifying them steadily going down.”</p> + + <p>“All this applies to Mr. Weston in particular?”</p> + + <p>“I don’t think it would be a breach of confidence + if I admitted that it does. Perhaps, however, I’m a + little prejudiced. Weston doesn’t like me. He + blames me for encouraging his son in what he calls his + ‘iconoclastic’ notions.”</p> + + <p>Ida, who was becoming interested, smiled.</p> + + <p>“After all,” she said, “the comparison isn’t very + unfavorable to the son. I believe the original iconoclasts + were the image-breakers in Byzantium.”</p> + + <p>“Were they? I didn’t know it,” said Ainslie. + “It’s a moral certainty that Weston didn’t, either. In + fact, I’ve no doubt he fancies that Darwin and Bradlaugh, + and he’d certainly include Cobden, invented + them. Anyway, the lad wasn’t very much of an iconoclast. + He believed in his images, which were not + the same as those his father worshiped; and all he + wanted was to see them work. I think it hurt him + when they didn’t, or, at least, when they didn’t appear + to.”</p> + + <p>“Ah,” said Ida, “that’s rather too involved for + me.”</p> + + <p>“Well,” returned her companion, “we’ll leave + Weston out. I’m not sure about what he believes in, + and it’s probable that, he doesn’t know himself, except + that it’s everything as it used to be. His wife was + High Church, with altruistic notions, and it’s no secret + that she made things rather uncomfortable for her + husband; but when she took the lad in hand she succeeded + perhaps too well. You see, he wanted to apply + <a class="pagenum" id="page188" title="188"></a>her principles; and altruism leads to trouble when its + possessor comes across formulas that don’t stand for + anything.”</p> + + <p>Just then there was a rattle of wheels outside, and + a minute or two later a little full-fleshed man, with a + heavy face, in conventional dress, entered the hall. + He greeted those who stood about, when he had + shaken hands with Kinnaird.</p> + + <p>“Sorry I’m a little behind,” he apologized. “Had + to post over. I told Walters at the George to keep + me the black mare. Instead, he let that waterworks + chief navvy fellow have her. The horse he gave me + would hardly face Scarside Rise.”</p> + + <p>One or two of the guests smiled, for the navvy in + question was a rather famous engineer who had had a + difference of opinion with Weston over certain gravel + he desired to quarry on the Scarthwaite estate. Then + Mrs. Kinnaird stepped forward, and they went in to + dinner.</p> + + <p>It was not yet dark outside, but the table was + lighted; and Ida, who sat not far from Weston, + watched him closely. She had at first been startled by + the likeness between him and the man she had met in + Canada, but she was now conscious of an increasing + dissimilarity. There was a suggestion of grossness in + the face of Major Kinnaird’s guest, which had certainly + not been a characteristic of Weston the packer. + The older man’s expression was petulant and arrogant; + that of the one who had served her as camp + attendant had been, as a rule, good-humoredly whimsical. + Nor did she like the half-contemptuous inattention + that Weston displayed when one or two of the + others addressed him. In several cases he merely + looked up and went on with his dinner as though it + were too much trouble to answer. Ida felt reasonably + <a class="pagenum" id="page189" title="189"></a>sure that his manners would not have been tolerated in + most of the primitive logging camps of western + Canada. It became evident, however, that there were + topics in which he took some interest, when a man + who sat near turned to him.</p> + + <p>“We were in the meadows by Ghyllfoot this afternoon, + and they were looking very sour and rushy,” he + said. “They were drained once, weren’t they?”</p> + + <p>“They were,” replied Weston, sharply. “It’s stiff + land. In my father’s time, Little used to grow good + wheat there. Still, even tile drains won’t last forever. + The soil gets in.”</p> + + <p>“You’re correct about the wheat,” said another + man. “Little’s nephew still talks about it. They used + to grind it at the Ramside mills. Wouldn’t it be + worth while to have the meadows redrained, if only + for the grass?”</p> + + <p>Ida, who was watching him, fancied that this was + a sore point with Weston, for he momentarily forgot + his dinner.</p> + + <p>“No,” he answered curtly. “I took some trouble + to make young Little understand it when he came to + me with a nonsensical proposition not long ago. Like + the rest of them, he’s always wanting something. I + asked him where he thought the money was coming + from.”</p> + + <p>Ida was not surprised at this, though she knew + that in western Canada the smaller settlers as a rule + stripped themselves of every comfort, and lived in the + most grim simplicity, that they might have more to + give the land.</p> + + <p>Then, as the man did not answer, Weston solemnly + laid down his fork, with the manner of one making a + painful sacrifice.</p> + + <p>“There is a good deal of nonsense talked about + <a class="pagenum" id="page190" title="190"></a>farming in these days,” he observed authoritatively. + “You can put a fortune into drains and fences and + buildings, but it’s quite another matter to get two or + three per cent, upon it back. In the old days I hadn’t + a horse in the stables worth less than sixty guineas, + and my father thought nothing of giving twice as + much. The other things were to match.” He looked + down the table with a flush of indignation in his heavy + face. “Now, Walters at the George gives a navvy the + horse I hired. Still, what can you expect when they + pile up the taxes on us, and open new doors continually + to the foreigners? We grew wheat at Scarthwaite, + and it was ground at Ramside mill. The last + time I looked in, Harvey had his stores full of flour + from Minneapolis and Winnipeg. I asked him + whether he didn’t feel ashamed of having any hand in + that kind of thing.”</p> + + <p>Ida could not check a smile. In Weston’s case, at + least, the reason why western wheat had displaced the + local product was tolerably plain. This full-fleshed + man differed, she fancied, in most essentials from the + lean farmers who drove the half-mile furrows, or + ripped up their patches of virgin sod with plodding + oxen on the vast expanses of the prairie. While he + indulged his senses and bought sixty-guinea horses, + they rose at four or earlier, and, living on pork and + flour and green tea, worked in grim earnest until it + was dark. Blizzard and hail and harvest frost brought + them to the verge of ruin now and then but could not + drive them over it. They set their lips, cut down the + grocery bill, and, working still harder, went on again. + A good many of them had, as she knew, come from + England.</p> + + <p>Then Weston appeared to remember his dinner, + <a class="pagenum" id="page191" title="191"></a>and made a little vague gesture which seemed to indicate + that there was no more to be said.</p> + + <p>“I don’t want to hear about drains and deeper tillage + while we let every foreigner pour his wheat and + chilled beef into our market. It’s nonsense,” he asserted.</p> + + <p>Some one started another topic; and an hour or so + later most of the little party strolled out on the terrace + in front of the house. It was almost dark now, but the + evening was no more than pleasantly cool, and Ida sat + down on an old stone seat.</p> + + <p>Scarthwaite faced toward the west, and she looked + out across a deep, green valley toward the sweep of + upland and heather moor that cut black and solemn + against a paling saffron glow. It was very still, though + now and then a bleating of sheep rang sharply out of + the wisps of mist that streaked the lower meadows. + Perhaps it was the stillness or the scent of the firs + that climbed the hollow of the ghyll behind the house + that reminded Ida of the man who had strolled with + her through the shadow of the giant redwoods of the + Pacific Slope. In any case, she was thinking of him + when Arabella Kinnaird stopped for a moment at her + side and glanced toward Weston, who stood not far + away.</p> + + <p>“You heard that man’s name. Did you notice a + resemblance to anybody we have met?” she inquired.</p> + + <p>“Yes,” said Ida. “Of course, it may be accidental.”</p> + + <p>Her companion laughed.</p> + + <p>“I don’t think it is. In view of what I once told + you on the subject, it’s a matter I mean to investigate.”</p> + + <p>She moved away; but it was Ida who first was afforded + an opportunity of deciding the question, for a + <a class="pagenum" id="page192" title="192"></a>few minutes later Ainslie strolled toward her. When + he sat down beside her, she indicated the waste, of + climbing pasture, which ran up, interspersed with gorse + bushes and clumps of heather, to the dusky moor.</p> + + <p>“Not a sign of cultivation,” she said. “I suppose + that grass is never broken up? How much foundation + is there for Mr. Weston’s views?”</p> + + <p>Ainslie laughed.</p> + + <p>“I’m afraid I’m hardly competent to decide, but + there are people who agree with him. Still, I think it’s + reasonably certain that a good deal of the higher land + that now carries a few head of sheep would grow oats + and other things. It’s largely a question of economics. + Somebody would have to spend a good deal of money + and labor on it first, and the result, which wouldn’t be + very apparent for two or three years, would be a little + uncertain then. It depends on how much the man who + undertook it wanted back to make the thing worth + while.”</p> + + <p>“They are content with food, and sometimes very + indifferent shelter, in western Canada.”</p> + + <p>“There,” said Ainslie, “you have the thing in a + nutshell. You have, no doubt, formed some idea of + Weston’s wants, which are rather numerous. In fact, + some of us seem to consider it the correct thing to + cultivate them. The more wants you have the greater + man you are.”</p> + + <p>Ida smiled a little as she remembered a man of considerable + importance in the wheat-lands of Assiniboia, + whom she had last seen sitting, clad in blue shirt and + very old trousers, on a huge machine which a double + span of reeking horses hauled through the splendid + grain. He had driven it since sunrise, and it was dusk + of evening then, and his wants were, as she knew, remarkably + simple. He bore his share of the burden + <a class="pagenum" id="page193" title="193"></a>under a burning sun, but it seemed to her that, had + Weston been in his place, he would have ridden around + that farm with a gloved hand on his hip, and would + have raised it only now and then, imperiously, to direct + the toilers. Then she thought of another man, who + was like him in some respects, and was then, in all + probability, plodding through the lonely bush.</p> + + <p>“You mentioned a son,” she said. “What became + of him?”</p> + + <p>“He went out to Canada. Quarreled with his + father. As I believe I suggested, the lad was at heart + a rebel.” Ainslie smiled rather dryly. “A good many + of us are. He wouldn’t see that his mother’s ideas + were apt to get him into trouble when he tried to apply + them.”</p> + + <p>Ida sat silent for a few moments. There was no + longer any doubt in her mind that Weston who had + turned his back on Scarthwaite was identical with + Weston the camp-packer.</p> + + <p>“Do you remember what they quarreled over?” + she asked at length.</p> + + <p>“Yes,” said Ainslie, who was inclined to wonder at + her interest in the subject, “it was water-finding. It’s + a thing of which you probably have never heard.”</p> + + <p>“I have,” said Ida. “Won’t you go on?”</p> + + <p>“Well,” continued Ainslie, “there was a tenant on + this estate who was rather more badly off than the rest + of them. He had a piece of upland with rock under it, + and in a dry season—though we don’t often get one—it + was with the greatest trouble he got water enough + for his stock. He asked young Weston to find him a + likely spot to drive a well. The lad was walking over + one parched meadow with the hazel twig in his hand, + when his father came upon the procession—everybody + belonging to the farm was out with him. Weston, I + <a class="pagenum" id="page194" title="194"></a>heard, went purple when he saw what was going on, + and, from his point of view, his indignation was perhaps + comprehensible. His son was openly, before one + of the tenants and a parcel of farm-hands, making use + of a superstitious device in which no sane person could + believe. Weston, as I remember it, compared him to + a gipsy fortune-teller, and went on through the gamut + of impostor, mountebank and charlatan, before he + commanded him to desist on the moment. I don’t + quite know what came next, though something was + said about a lifted riding-crop, but within the week + Clarence started for Canada.”</p> + + <p>“He abandoned the attempt to find water?”</p> + + <p>Ainslie smiled.</p> + + <p>“The farmer dug a well in that meadow, and I believe + he uses it still. He held a lease, and Weston + couldn’t get rid of him.”</p> + + <p>He looked rather hard at Ida, and was slightly + astonished at the sparkle in her eyes.</p> + + <p>“I’m afraid I’ve been somewhat talkative,” he said.</p> + + <p>“No,” Ida assured him, and he saw that she was + stirred. “Thank you for telling me.”</p> + + <p>He moved away; and by and by Arabella Kinnaird + and one of the other women approached the seat. + Arabella left her companion a moment, and made a + little whimsical gesture as she met Ida’s gaze.</p> + + <p>“I’ve been throwing away a good many blandishments + on Weston,” she observed. “He appears prudently + reticent on the subject of his relations, and if he + has any in Canada, it’s evident that he isn’t proud of + them. Still, I haven’t abandoned the amiable intention + of extorting a little more information from him.”</p> + </div> + <div class="chapter" id="chapter_xviii"> + <p class="chapter_heading"><a class="pagenum" id="page195" title="195"></a>CHAPTER XVIII</p> + + <h2 class="chapter_title">WESTON’S ADVOCATE</h2> + + <p><span class="first_word">A week</span> had passed when Weston, who apparently + had some business with Kinnaird, drove over to + Scarthwaite again. This time he brought a daughter, + who, it appeared, lived for the most part with some + more prosperous members of the family. Arriving a + little before lunch, they remained until the evening. + As it happened, Miss Weston displayed what she evidently + considered a kindly interest in Ida, and graciously + patronized her as a stranger and a Colonial, + who was necessarily ignorant of a good many of the + little amenities of life in the old country.</p> + + <p>Her intentions were no doubt laudable, but the + methods she adopted to set the stranger at her ease + were not those most likely to endear the insular + English to their cousins across the Atlantic. Ida, to + begin with, had not only a spice of temper but also no + great reverence for forms and formulas, and the people + that she was accustomed to meeting were those who + had set their mark upon wide belts of forest and long + leagues of prairie. At first she was quietly amused by + the patronage of a woman whose right to bestow it + consisted apparently in an acquaintance with English + people of station, and some proficiency at bridge; but + by and by her condescension grew wearisome, and + finally exasperating. Miss Weston, however, could + not have been expected to recognize this. She was a + <a class="pagenum" id="page196" title="196"></a>tall, pale woman, with a coldly formal manner and + some taste in dress.</p> + + <p>There were several other guests in the house, and + the party spent most of the hot afternoon about the + tennis net and lounging under the shadow of a big + copper beech on the lawn. Once when Miss Weston + left her to play in a set at tennis, Arabella Kinnaird + leaned over the back of Ida’s chair.</p> + + <p>“You seem to have made rather a favorable impression + upon Julia Weston, and, as a rule, she’s unapproachable,” + she said, with a mischievous smile.</p> + + <p>Ida’s eyebrows straightened, which, to those acquainted + with her, was a rather ominous sign.</p> + + <p>“Won’t you keep that woman away from me?” + she begged. “I don’t want to be rude, but if I see + very much more of her, I may not be able to help it. + In one way, I’m sorry I met her. You’re not all like + that.”</p> + + <p>“Well,” said Arabella, “perhaps it is a pity. There + really are some of us to whom you could talk without + having your pet illusions about the old country shattered. + In fact, I can think of one or two women about + here who would strengthen them. Can’t you, Mr. + Ainslie?”</p> + + <p>Ainslie, who was standing near them, smiled.</p> + + <p>“Oh, yes,” he said. “Unfortunately, however, + they are, as a rule, retiring. It’s the other kind that is + usually in evidence. Do you feel very badly disappointed + with us, Miss Stirling?”</p> + + <p>“No,” replied Ida, with a thoughtfulness which + brought the smile more plainly into his eyes. “In fact, + I want to think well of you. It’s a thing we wouldn’t + quite admit, but at bottom I believe we all do.”</p> + + <p>Then she turned to Arabella.</p> + + <p>“By the way, what has become of Mr. Weston?”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page197" title="197"></a>“He is shut up with my father in the library; and + there are reasons for supposing that his business requires + the consumption of a considerable quantity of + soda and whisky. The major, I am afraid, will be a + trifle difficult to get on with this evening. As a matter + of fact, he isn’t used to it, though he was, one understands, + rather popular at the mess table. That’s a + trifle significant, considering what is said about us, + isn’t it, Mr. Ainslie?”</p> + + <p>“Ah,” said Ainslie, “we’re a maligned people; and + the pity of it is that it’s our own people who give us + away. You don’t believe in doing that in the Colonies?”</p> + + <p>“No,” laughed Ida, “we are rather fond of making + it clear that we are quite above the average as a people. + However, it’s excusable, perhaps, for, after all, there’s + a germ of truth in it. I think Miss Kinnaird will + agree with that.”</p> + + <p>Arabella leaned a little farther over her chair.</p> + + <p>“I’ll leave you to talk it out with Mr. Ainslie. But + there’s another matter. Does Miss Weston recall to + you anybody we have met?”</p> + + <p>“No,” said Ida, with a somewhat incautious decisiveness. + “If you mean our camp-packer, she + certainly does not.”</p> + + <p>Arabella understood this to mean that any comparison + of the kind suggested would be derogatory to + the packer, which was somewhat significant.</p> + + <p>“Well,” she said, “there is at least a physical resemblance, + and though I haven’t probed the matter + very deeply, yet I’ve not abandoned it.”</p> + + <p>Then she laughed and turned to Ainslie.</p> + + <p>“You and Miss Stirling can thrash out the question.”</p> + + <p>She strolled away, and Ainslie watched Ida, whose + <a class="pagenum" id="page198" title="198"></a>eyes were following Miss Weston at the tennis net.</p> + + <p>“Yes,” he remarked, “we play these games rather + well; and, after all, is there any reason why we + shouldn’t? There are a good many people in this + country who don’t consider them as of the first importance.”</p> + + <p>“Oh,” said Ida, “I’m really not looking for faults. + Why should you suspect me of such an unpleasant attitude?”</p> + + <p>“Well,” observed her companion reflectively, “I + can’t help thinking that we now and then give our + visitors wrong impressions by showing them the wrong + things. Personally, I should recommend an inspection + of our mines and mills and factories. Besides, one has + rather a fancy that some of our young men, who were + brought up, we’ll say, to play tennis well, have shown + that they can do rather more than that in western + Canada.”</p> + + <p>Ida’s eyes softened a little as she recalled a weary, + gray-faced man limping back up the hillside one eventful + morning; but the turn that the conversation had + taken had its effect on her, and that effect was to have + its result. Like others born in the newer lands, she believed + first of all in practical efficiency, and she had + learned during journeys made with her father that the + man with few wants and many abilities, or indeed the + man with only one of the latter strenuously applied to + a useful purpose, is the type in most favor in western + Canada. Graces do not count for much in the west, + nor does the assumption of ability carry a man as far + as it sometimes does in older communities. As Stirling + had once said, when they want a chopper in that + country they make him chop, and facility in posing is + of very little service when one is called on to grapple + with virgin forest or stubborn rock.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page199" title="199"></a>Young as Ida was, she had a grip of essential + things, and a dislike of shams. It generally happened, + too, that, when she felt strongly on any subject, she + sooner or later expressed her thoughts in forcible + words; and before that afternoon was over she and + Arabella Kinnaird between them disturbed the composure + of more than one of Mrs. Kinnaird’s guests.</p> + + <p>Tea was being laid out on a little table beneath the + beech when Weston strolled across the lawn. He was + redder in face than when Ida had last seen him, and a + trifle heavier of expression. Pushing unceremoniously + past two of the women, he dropped into a basket-chair, + which bent under him, and glanced around at the others + with coldly, assertive eyes. Ida, watching him, became + conscious of a sense of repulsion and indignation. + This arrogant, indulgent, useless man had, it seemed, + not the manners of a western ranch-hand. He accepted + a cup of tea from Mrs. Kinnaird with an ungraciousness + which aroused Ida to downright anger; + and shortly afterward he contrived to spill a quantity + of the liquid upon Arabella’s dress, for which he offered + no excuses, though he blamed the narrow-bottomed + cup. Then some one, who of course could not + foresee the result, asked Arabella if she would show + them some of her Canadian sketches.</p> + + <p>Miss Kinnaird made no objection, and when, soon + after the tea was cleared away, the easel she sent for + had been set up in the shadow of the beech, she displayed + on it several small canvases and water-color + drawings. There were vistas of snow mountains, + stretches of frothing rivers, and colonnades of towering + firs, until at last she laid a canvas on the easel.</p> + + <p>“This,” she said, “is, I think, the best figure drawing + I ever did.”</p> + + <p>Ida, leaning forward in her chair, felt the blood + <a class="pagenum" id="page200" title="200"></a>creep into her face. There was no doubt that the + sketch was striking. It showed a man standing tensely + poised, with a big, glinting ax in his hand. He was + lean and lithely muscular, and his face was brown and + very grim; but the artist had succeeded in fixing in its + expression the elusive but recognizable something + which is born of restraint, clean living, and arduous + physical toil. It is to be seen in the eyes of those who, + living in Spartan simplicity, make long marches with + the dog-sledges in the Arctic frost, drive the logs down + roaring rivers, or toil sixteen hours daily under a + blazing sun in the western harvest field. In all probability + it was as plainly stamped on the honest countenance + of many an unconsidered English Tommy who + plodded doggedly forward with the relief columns + across the dusty veldt. Drivers of great expresses, + miners, quarrymen, now and then wear that look. + Springing, as it does, not from strength of body, but + from the subjugation of the latter and all fleshy + shrinking and weariness, it links man with the greatness + of the unseen.</p> + + <p>There was only the one figure silhouetted against + long rows of dusky pines, but the meaning of the way + in which the hard, scarred hands were clenched on the + big ax was very plain, and Ida could fill in from memory + the form of the big chopper and the clusters of expectant + men.</p> + + <p>“Excellent!” said one of the guests. “That fellow + means to fight. He’s in hard training, too, and that + has now and then a much bigger effect than the + toughening of his muscles upon the man who submits + himself to it. Is it a portrait or a type?”</p> + + <p>The speaker was from the metropolis, and while + Arabella hesitated, Ida answered him with a suggestive + ring in her voice.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page201" title="201"></a>“It’s both, one should like to think,” she said. + “The man came from England; and if you can send + us out more of that type we shall be satisfied.”</p> + + <p>Then she and the questioner became conscious of + the awkward silence that had fallen upon the rest. + They belonged to the dales, and they glanced covertly + at Weston, who was gazing at the picture, purple in + face, and with a very hard look in his eyes. Ida + guessed that it was the scarred workman’s hands and + the track-grader’s old blue shirt and tattered duck that + had hurt his very curious pride. Still, it was evident + that he could face the situation.</p> + + <p>“Yes,” he said, a trifle hoarsely, “it’s a portrait—an + excellent one. In fact, as some of you are quite aware, + it’s my son.”</p> + + <p>He rose, and crossing a strip of lawn sat down + heavily near Ida. The latter, looking around, saw + Arabella’s satisfied smile suddenly subside; but the + next moment Weston, leaning forward, laid his hand + roughly on her arm.</p> + + <p>“Why Clarence permitted that portrait to be painted + I don’t quite understand, though he was fond of flying + in the face of all ideas of decency,” he said. “You + must have met him out yonder. What was he doing?”</p> + + <p>“Shoveling gravel on a railroad that my father was + grading,” said Ida, with rather grim amusement, for + she was determined that the man should face the plain + reality, even if it hurt him.</p> + + <p>“Shoveling gravel!” said Weston. “But he is my + son.”</p> + + <p>“I’m afraid that doesn’t count out yonder. In any + case, he’s in one sense in reasonably good company. + Did you send your son to Sandhurst or an English + university?”</p> + + <p>“I didn’t,” said the man, gazing at her with hot, + <a class="pagenum" id="page202" title="202"></a>confused anger in his eyes. “For one thing, he hadn’t + brains enough, and, for another, there were too many + charges on the property. What do you mean by good + company?”</p> + + <p>“Just a moment before I answer. Why did you + turn him out?”</p> + + <p>“That does not describe it. He went. We had a + difference of opinion. He would hear no reason.”</p> + + <p>“Exactly,” said Miss Weston, who now appeared + close by. “Since you seem to have heard a little about + the matter, I feel I must say that my brother deliberately + left us at a time when his father had expected + him to be of service to him.”</p> + + <p>Ida did not know whether the others could hear + what was being said, as there was a strip of lawn between + them and where she sat, but she felt that it did + not greatly matter. She had no pity for this man or + his daughter, who preferred to malign the absent + rather than to admit an unpleasant fact. She would + strip them of any solace they might find in shams, + after which there was a little more to be said.</p> + + <p>“The difference of opinion was, I believe, decided + with a riding-crop,” she said. “Still, that is a side issue, + and I will tell you what I meant by good company. + We have quite a few of your graduates out yonder + laying railroad ties, as well as lawyers who have got + into trouble over trust money, and army men who + couldn’t meet their turf debts or were a little too smart + at cards. Some of them are of unexceptionable family—at + least from your point of view. As a rule, they + sleep packed like cattle in reeking redwood shacks, and + either dress in rags or mend their own clothes. Among + their companions are ranchers who can’t live all the + year on the produce of their half-cleared land, absconders + <a class="pagenum" id="page203" title="203"></a>from half the Pacific Slope cities, and runaway + sailormen. The task set before them every + morning would kill most of you.”</p> + + <p>Weston, who had winced once or twice, glanced + apprehensively toward the rest. They were sitting + very still, and their appearance suggested that, whether + warrantable or not, they were listening.</p> + + <p>“His insane folly has brought him down to that?” + he asked.</p> + + <p>Ida straightened herself a little, with a sparkle in + her eyes.</p> + + <p>“I don’t think there has been any very great descent,” + she went on. “You must try to realize that + those men are not wastrels now, however they may + have lived in England, Montreal, or the cities down + Puget Sound. They’re rending new roads through the + mountains to let in progress and civilization, and + making fast the foundations of the future greatness + of a wide and prosperous land. Already, because of + what they and their kind have done, you can travel + through it without seeing a ragged, slatternly woman, + or a broken-down, desperate man. Besides, many of + them, and certainly most of the small bush ranchers, + lead lives characterized by the old heroic virtues that + seem to have gone out of fashion in the cities, though + you’ll find some of them held up for emulation in the + Pauline epistles.”</p> + + <p>Weston gazed at her in blank astonishment. She + made a little, half-contemptuous gesture.</p> + + <p>“You can’t understand that? Well, one really + couldn’t expect you to. You have never starved your + body, or forced it day after day to a task that was + crushing you. Those men work in icy water, keep the + trail with bleeding feet, and sleep in melting snow. + <a class="pagenum" id="page204" title="204"></a>They bear these things cheerfully, and I think there + are no men on this earth who can match their wide + charity. The free companions never turn away the + ragged stranger. What is theirs is his, from the + choicest of their provisions to the softest spruce-twig + bed.”</p> + + <p>She laughed, and then continued:</p> + + <p>“That’s in a general way. To be particular, I’ll + try to tell you what Clarence Weston has done. It’s + worth hearing.”</p> + + <p>She had spoken more clearly the last few moments, + and it became evident at length that she had secured + the attention of everybody. With an impulsive gesture + she invited them all to listen.</p> + + <p>“I’ll tell you what that picture leaves out,” she said. + “There was an old man in the railroad camp, played-out + and useless. The boys were handling him roughly + because he’d spoiled their supper rather often, when + Clarence Weston stepped in. The old man, you must + understand, hadn’t a shadow of a claim on him. Now, + those are not nice men to make trouble with when + they have a genuine grievance, and there were three or + four of them quite ready to lay hands on Weston, + while there was nobody who sympathized with him. + He stood facing them, one man against an angry + crowd, and held them off from the stranger who had + no claim on him. Have you heard of anything finer?</p> + + <p>“Again, when Arabella lamed herself up on a great + snow range—he’d carried our food and blankets since + sunrise—he went down to bring help in the darkness, + through the timber and along the edge of horrible + crags. The man had badly cut his foot, and the + wound opened on the march, but when he made the + camp, almost too weary to crawl, he went back right + <a class="pagenum" id="page205" title="205"></a>away, so that the Indians he took up might get there a + little quicker.”</p> + + <p>She broke off for a moment, with a flush in her + face and a curious little laugh.</p> + + <p>“Now,” she said, “I think I’ve made the thing quite + plain, and I’m glad I did.”</p> + + <p>There was an expressive silence for a moment or + two, and then Major Kinnaird looked at the others.</p> + + <p>“I know nothing about the first incident, but I + think that Miss Stirling could have gone a little + further when she described the last one,” he said. “My + daughter, who was badly injured, would probably have + been left another day on the range, without food or any + attention, if it had not been for the courage and endurance + the man displayed. I wish to say, however, + that I had no idea he was any connection of Mr. + Weston’s until this moment.”</p> + + <p>Ida’s heart warmed toward Kinnaird. Reserved + and formal as he was, the man could be honest, and it + was evident that his few quiet words had made almost + as deep an impression as the outbreak to which she had + been impelled. There was another rather awkward + silence; and then Weston, who seemed to have forgotten + the others, made a little abrupt movement.</p> + + <p>“What had my son to do with you?” he asked.</p> + + <p>The question was flung at Kinnaird, but Ida saw + that it was a relief to him when she answered it.</p> + + <p>“My father hired him. He was our camp-packer, + the man who set up the tents, made the fires, and poled + the canoes,” she said.</p> + + <p>Weston stood up and, looking hard at Kinnaird, + straightened himself. His face was an unpleasant red, + and there was badly-suppressed anger in his eyes.</p> + + <p>“Time is getting on, and we have rather a long + <a class="pagenum" id="page206" title="206"></a>drive,” he said. “I may ask Miss Stirling’s leave to + call on her later. In the meanwhile, if Mrs. Kinnaird + will excuse <span class="keep_together">us——”</span></p> + + <p>His hostess made no attempt to keep him; and, as + he moved away, his daughter stopped for a moment + beside Ida’s chair.</p> + + <p>“I don’t know whether what you have done was + excusable or not, but you have, at least, succeeded in + making the breach between Clarence and his father + wider than ever,” she said. “That was probably what + you intended?”</p> + + <p>Ida was momentarily puzzled.</p> + + <p>“Intended?” she said. “If either of you had done + your brother justice, I don’t think I should have + mentioned him at all.”</p> + + <p>Miss Weston smiled scornfully and moved away, + but the blood crept into the face of the girl she left. + That she had outraged these people’s sense of their + importance she felt reasonably sure, and their resentment, + which she admitted was, perhaps, more or less + warranted, did not trouble her, but the drift of Miss + Weston’s last observation filled her with anger. They + evidently regarded her as a raw Colonial, endued with + no sense of what was fitting, who could not expect to + be countenanced by an insolvent land-owning family. + This was amusing; but the suggestion that she recognized + the fact, and because of it had endeavored to + alienate Clarence Weston from his relatives, who had + apparently been very glad to get rid of him, was a + very different matter. However, she recovered her + composure with an effort, and succeeded in taking a + part in the general conversation which broke out when + Weston drove away.</p> + </div> + <div class="chapter" id="chapter_xix"> + <p class="chapter_heading"><a class="pagenum" id="page207" title="207"></a>CHAPTER XIX</p> + + <h2 class="chapter_title">ILLUMINATION</h2> + + <p><span class="first_word">It</span> was three or four months later when Ida was carried + swiftly westward through the London streets + toward twelve o’clock one night. The motor purred + and clicked smoothly, slinging bright beams of light in + front of it as it twisted eel-like through the traffic. + The glass that would have sheltered Ida from the cool + night breeze was down, but she scarcely noticed the + roar of the city or the presence of Arabella and Mrs. + Kinnaird.</p> + + <p>She was thinking of that afternoon at Scarthwaite, + and wondering, as she had done somewhat frequently + since then, what had impelled her to speak in that impulsive + fashion. It had not been, as she now recognized, + merely a desire to justify Clarence Weston in + the eyes of his English relatives, for she had felt + reasonably sure that this was a thing beyond accomplishment + while he remained a railroad-hand or a bush + chopper. The other explanation was that she had + spoken to reassure herself; but that, as she would have + admitted, seemed scarcely necessary, for in this respect + he did not need an advocate. There was the third alternative, + that the attitude of Weston and his daughter + toward the absent man had fanned her dislike of shams + into a blaze of downright rage, and that she had merely + ridden a somewhat reckless tilt against her pet aversions.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page208" title="208"></a>One thing, at least, was certain. Weston had not + called on her, to ask for any further information about + his son; and, for that matter, she would have been + astonished had he done so. She realized now that + there was truth in what Clarence Weston said when he + told her that the failures were soon forgotten. That, + however, was a matter that depended largely on one’s + point of view, and she could not regard him as a failure.</p> + + <p>There was in Ida Stirling a vein of wholesome + simplicity which made for clearness of vision, and she + seldom shrank from looking even an unwelcome truth + squarely in the face. That Clarence Weston was probably + shoveling railroad gravel did not count with her, + but she was reasonably sure that the fact that she was + a young woman with extensive possessions would have + a deterrent effect on him. She once or twice had felt + a curious compelling tenderness for him when in his + presence, but reflection had come later, and she could + not be sure that she loved him well enough to marry + him, should he offer her the opportunity. During the + last few months she had become more uncertain on + this point, for her English visit was having an effect + on her that she had not expected.</p> + + <p>In the meanwhile the insistent clamor of the city + was forcing itself on her attention, until at length she + became engrossed by it. The theaters had just been + closed, and the streets resounded with the humming of + motors, the drumming of hoofs and the rattle of + wheels. They also were flooded with what seemed to + her garish light, for she had swept through many a + wooden town lying wrapped in darkness beside its + railroad track. The hansoms and motors came up in + battalions, and in most of them she could see men of + leisure in conventional white and black and lavishly + <a class="pagenum" id="page209" title="209"></a>dressed women, while the sidewalks streamed with a + further host of pleasure-seekers. She wondered when + these people slept, or when they worked, if indeed in + one sense some of them worked at all. Even in the + winter they had nothing like this in Montreal, and the + contrast between it and the strenuous, grimly practical + activity of the Canadian railroad camp or the lonely + western ranch was more striking still. There men + rose to toil with the dawn, and slept when the soft + dusk crept up across solemn pines or silent prairie. + These men, however, saw and handled the results of + their toil, great freight-trains speeding over the trestles + they had built, vast bands of cattle, and leagues of + splendid wheat. After all, the genius of London is + administrative and not constructive, and it is the latter + that appeals most directly to the Colonial. One can + see the forests go down or the great rocks rent, but the + results that merely figure in the balance-sheet are less + apparent.</p> + + <p>There was another matter that claimed Ida’s attention. + She would meet Gregory Kinnaird at the + dance, and she had seen a good deal of him during the + last few months. He was not formal like his father, + and in most respects she liked the man; and there was + no doubt whatever that he neglected no opportunity for + enjoying her company. Indeed, he had of late drawn + rather close to her, and she wondered a little uneasily + how far this approachment was to go. London, she + was conscious, was getting hold of her, and there was, + after all, a good deal it had to offer that strongly appealed + to her.</p> + + <p>By and by the motor stopped before a house with + balconies and ponderous pillars, and she and her companions + went up the ample stairway and into several + uncomfortably crowded, flower-bedecked rooms. Ida, + <a class="pagenum" id="page210" title="210"></a>however, was getting used to the lights and the music, + the gleam of gems, the confused hum of voices, and + the rustle of costly draperies, and, though she admitted + that she liked it all, they no longer had the same exhilarating + effect on her. She danced with one or two + men, and then, as she sat alone for a moment, Gregory + Kinnaird crossed the room toward her. His face was + a little more serious than usual. As a rule, he took + things lightly.</p> + + <p>“I think this is mine,” he said, as the orchestra + recommenced. “Still, perhaps you have had enough? + I can find you a nice cool place where we can talk.”</p> + + <p>She went with him, because it certainly was uncomfortably + warm where she was, and, besides, she + was impelled by a certain curiosity to ascertain just + how they stood. He passed through one supper-room + into another, and then drew back a heavy curtain from + an open window.</p> + + <p>“It’s quiet, anyway,” he said, and they passed out + on to a little balcony where, late in the year as it was, + a row of potted shrubs cut them off from view.</p> + + <p>Below, there were dusky, leafless trees, among + which a few big lights gleamed, and the roar of the + city came up across them brokenly. Ida sat down, + and a ray of light fell upon her companion, who leaned + against the rails. Gregory Kinnaird was well-favored + physically, and bore the stamp of a military training. + He was, she understood, captain of a rather famous + regiment, and she liked his direct gaze, which did not + detract from his easy suavity of manner. However, + he appeared somewhat unusually diffident that evening.</p> + + <p>“You like all this?” he asked, with a little wave of + his hand which, she fancied, was intended to indicate + the distant roar of the city as well as the music and + dancing in the rooms behind her.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page211" title="211"></a>“Yes,” she said with a smile, for he appeared to + take it for granted, as others had done, that they had + no brilliant social functions in Montreal. “I think I + do; but when you have so much of it, the thing seems + a little aimless, doesn’t it?”</p> + + <p>“Aimless?” inquired Kinnaird, who appeared to + ponder over this until a light broke in on him. “Well,” + he admitted, “I suppose it is. Still, what else could + half of them do?”</p> + + <p>Ida laughed good-humoredly; and the man made + a little expostulatory gesture.</p> + + <p>“I generally avoid any discussions of that kind. + They never lead to anything,” he said. “I was wondering + whether you could learn to like London as well + as Montreal?”</p> + + <p>“I don’t know,” replied Ida, in her most matter-of-fact + manner.</p> + + <p>“Oh,” said her companion, “it seems a senseless + question, but I want to explain. I have been offered + an opportunity to go away—to do something—very + soon. I should be away two years, at least; and as + the notice is a short one, I have practically to make + up my mind to-night.”</p> + + <p>It almost appeared that he had expected Ida to + show some sign of interest, or, perhaps, concern, but + none was perceptible.</p> + + <p>“Where are you going?” she asked.</p> + + <p>“To a colony in tropical Africa. They want somebody + to hammer a native levy into shape and keep the + niggers in some kind of order.”</p> + + <p>“Don’t they have fever there?”</p> + + <p>“I believe it isn’t a particularly salubrious place,” + said Kinnaird, smiling, “but that kind of thing affects + only some constitutions, and it makes promotion + quicker.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page212" title="212"></a>Ida, who had perused a good many works of travel, + knew a little about the fevers that afflict the country + in question. In fact, she fancied that she knew more + than the man did; but his careless indifference to the + personal hazard pleased her. She noticed that he had + spoken naturally, as he felt, without any idea of producing + an effect on her.</p> + + <p>“What is the result of that kind of work?” she + asked.</p> + + <p>“The result?” queried Kinnaird, with a puzzled + air. “A battalion of thick-headed niggers with some + slight knowledge of civilized drill, and, perhaps, a few + stockades blown up in the bush.”</p> + + <p>Then, as he saw the half-veiled amusement in her + eyes, a light seemed to break in on him.</p> + + <p>“If one managed the thing efficiently, it would, + perhaps, lead to the offer of a second-rate semi-administrative + post somewhere else in the tropics, though + I believe the emoluments are not what one could call + liberal.”</p> + + <p>“That is all?”</p> + + <p>“Yes,” said Kinnaird. “I’m afraid one couldn’t + expect anything further.”</p> + + <p>Ida smiled rather curiously. She liked the man, + but it was clear that his mental capacity had its limits. + Though she would not have had him expatiate on the + fact, she had expected him to realize that his mission + was to uphold the white man’s supremacy, and establish + tranquillity, commerce and civilization in a barbarous + land. It was, however, evident that he did not + understand this. He was going out, as he said, to drill + thick-headed niggers, and would, in all probability, + content himself with doing that.</p> + + <p>Then he turned toward her again.</p> + + <p>“What it leads to doesn’t matter very much. I’ve + <a class="pagenum" id="page213" title="213"></a>been getting away from the point,” he said. “You see, + I don’t know whether I’m going at all, at the moment. + It depends a good deal on what you have to say to me.”</p> + + <p>Ida started a little, though she had expected something + of this kind. Still, she recovered her serenity + quickly, and in a moment she looked at him inquiringly + with calm eyes.</p> + + <p>“I didn’t mean to say anything for some while yet, + but this thing has forced my hand,” he said. “You + see, I must let them know during the next day or two + whether I’m going.”</p> + + <p>He broke off for a moment, and his manner became + diffident.</p> + + <p>“Miss Stirling,” he added, “I think I fell in love + with you the second or third time I saw you, if not + the first, and as I have seen you rather often since then, + you can, perhaps, imagine what I feel now. I’m afraid + there is no very strong reason why you should look + kindly on such a man as I am, but I came here to-night + to ask if you would marry me.”</p> + + <p>Ida quietly met his gaze. The man was well-favored + physically, honest, courteous and considerate, + and in many ways she liked him. Indeed, she wondered + with a certain uneasiness how far she had allowed the + latter fact to become apparent, for it was quite another + matter to marry him, as she now realized.</p> + + <p>“Is this offer quite spontaneous?” she asked.</p> + + <p>Kinnaird flushed a little, but she thought the more + of him for the candor with which he answered her.</p> + + <p>“In the first place, I believe my mother put the + thing into my head,” he admitted. “After that, it got + hold of me—and I was rather glad that my people + were apparently satisfied that it did. It promised to + save trouble, for I should naturally have gone on with + it if they had done their utmost to thwart me.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page214" title="214"></a>He broke off abruptly, and Ida met his gaze.</p> + + <p>“Thank you,” she said. “The honesty of that admission + would have counted a good deal in your favor + had the thing been possible.”</p> + + <p>The man straightened himself and clenched one + hand.</p> + + <p>“Ah!” he said. “Then it’s quite out of the question?”</p> + + <p>Ida saw the blood rise into his face, and noticed + the sudden hardness in his eyes. Her answer evidently + had hurt him more than she expected, and she felt + sorry for him. The man’s quietness and control and + the absence of any dramatic protestation had a favorable + effect on her, and she was almost certain that she + could have married him had she met him a year earlier. + In the meanwhile, however, she had met another man, + dressed in old blue duck, with hands hard and scarred; + and the well-groomed soldier became of less account + as she recalled the man she had left in the mountains. + Then Kinnaird turned to her again.</p> + + <p>“Can’t you give me a chance?” he said. “If it’s + necessary, I’ll wait; and in the meanwhile I may do + something worth while out yonder, if that’s any inducement.”</p> + + <p>“I’m very sorry,” replied Ida. “I’m afraid it + wouldn’t be.”</p> + + <p>She looked him steadily in the eyes, and he had + sense enough to recognize that no words of his would + move her. Though it was not an easy matter, he retained + his self-control.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he admitted, “it hurts, but I must bear it. + And I want to say that I’m glad in several ways that + I met you.” Then the blood crept into his face again. + “I should, at least, like you to think kindly of me, and + I’m rather afraid appearances are against me. Because + <a class="pagenum" id="page215" title="215"></a>that is so, there’s a thing that I should like you + to understand. I’d have been proud to marry you had + you been a beggar.”</p> + + <p>“Thank you,” said Ida, who saw that he meant it. + “I’m more sorry than ever, but the thing is—out of + the question.”</p> + + <p>Kinnaird gravely held out his arm, but she intimated + by a little sign that she did not wish to go back + with him, and in a moment the curtains swung to behind + him, and he had gone.</p> + + <p>Ida became conscious that she was growing cold; + but she sat quite still for at least five minutes, thinking + hard, and wondering why she felt so sorry to give up + Gregory Kinnaird. It was a somewhat perplexing + thing that one could be really fond of an eligible man + and yet shrink from marrying him, and there was no + doubt whatever that the one she had just sent away + had in several respects a good deal to offer her.</p> + + <p>She admitted that London was, as she expressed + it, getting hold of her. She supposed that its influence + was insidious, for she no longer looked on its frivolities + with half-amused contempt, as she had at first. + She realized the vast control that that city had over + so much of the rest of the world, and that when some + of the men with whom she had lightly laughed and + chatted pulled the strings, new industries sprang up + far away in the scorching tropics or on the desolate + prairie, and new laws were made for hosts of dusky + people. It was certainly a legitimate bargain Kinnaird + had suggested. She had wealth sufficient for them + both, and he could offer her the entry into a world + where wealth well directed meant power, and this she + undoubtedly desired to possess. There was a vein of + ambition in this girl whose father had risen to affluence + from a very humble origin, and while she listened to + <a class="pagenum" id="page216" title="216"></a>Gregory Kinnaird she had felt that she could rise + further still.</p> + + <p>She knew that she had will and charm enough to + secure, with the aid of her father’s money, almost what + place she would, and for a few moments she saw before + her dazzling possibilities, and then, with the resolution + that was part of her nature, she turned her eyes + away. After all, though a high position with the + power and pride of leading was a thing to be desired, + life, she felt, had as much to offer in different ways; + and she recalled a very weary man limping, gray in + face, up the steep range. The picture was very plainly + before her as she sat there shivering a little, and her + heart grew soft toward the wanderer. She knew at + last why nothing that Kinnaird could have said or + offered would have moved her, and she looked down + at the lamps that blinked among the leafless boughs + with a great tenderness shining in her eyes. The stir + of the city fell faintly on unheeding ears, and she was + conscious only of a longing for the stillness of the + vast pine forest through which she had wandered with + Weston at her side.</p> + + <p>Then she rose abruptly and went back into the + lighted room. Though she danced once or twice, + and talked to a number of people who, perhaps fortunately, + did not seem to expect her to say anything very + intelligent, she was glad when Mrs. Kinnaird sent for + her, and they and Arabella drove away together. The + elder lady troubled her with no questions; but soon + after they reached home she came into the room where + Ida sat, and as she left the door open the girl saw + Gregory go down the stairway with a letter in his hand. + He met his sister near the foot of it, and his voice, + which seemed a trifle strained, came up to Ida clearly.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page217" title="217"></a>“I’ll just run out and post this. I’ve told those + people that I’ll go as soon as they like,” he said.</p> + + <p>Then Mrs. Kinnaird quietly closed the door before + she crossed the room and sat down near the girl.</p> + + <p>“It’s rather hard to bear,” she said. “Perhaps I + feel it the more because Arabella will leave me soon.”</p> + + <p>The woman’s quietness troubled Ida, and her eyes + grew hazy.</p> + + <p>“Oh,” she said, “though it isn’t quite my fault, + how you must blame me. It’s most inadequate, but + I can only say that I’m very sorry.”</p> + + <p>“I suppose what you told Gregory is quite irrevocable?” + inquired her companion.</p> + + <p>Ida saw the tense anxiety in the woman’s eyes, and + her answer cost her an effort.</p> + + <p>“Yes, quite,” she said. “I wish I could say anything + else.”</p> + + <p>“I can’t blame you, my dear. I blame only myself,” + said Mrs. Kinnaird. “I’m afraid I brought this + trouble on Gregory, and it makes my share of it + harder to bear. Still, there is something to be said. + I wanted Gregory to marry you because I wanted him + near me, but I can’t have you think that I would have + tried to bring about a match between him and any girl + with money. My dear,” and she leaned forward toward + her companion, “I am fond of you.”</p> + + <p>Ida made a gesture of comprehension and sympathy, + and the little quiet lady went on again.</p> + + <p>“There is just another thing,” she said. “Gregory + will have very little—a few hundred a year—but it + would not have been a dreadfully one-sided bargain. + He had, after all, a good deal to offer.”</p> + + <p>Ida raised a hand in protest.</p> + + <p>“Oh,” she said, “I know.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page218" title="218"></a>“Still,” continued Mrs. Kinnaird, “I want you to + feel quite sure that he loved you. Without that nothing + else would have counted. You will believe it, + won’t you? It is due to my son.”</p> + + <p>She rose with a little sigh.</p> + + <p>“Things never go as one would wish them to.”</p> + + <p>Ida was very sorry for her, but there was so little + that could be said.</p> + + <p>“I shall always think well of Gregory,” she answered. + “You will try to forgive me?”</p> + + <p>Then an impulsive restless longing came over her + with the knowledge that she had brought this woman + bitter sorrow.</p> + + <p>“I will go home,” she broke out. “It will hurt you + to see me near you when Gregory has gone away. + There are friends of ours—Mrs. Claridge and her + daughter, you met them—leaving for Paris on Wednesday, + and they sail for New York in a week or two.”</p> + + <p>It was a relief to both of them to discuss a matter + of this kind, and, before Mrs. Kinnaird left her, all + had been arranged. Still, it was not Montreal and its + winter amusements that Ida thought of then, but the + shadowy bush, and the green river that stole out from + among the somber pines.</p> + </div> + <div class="chapter" id="chapter_xx"> + <p class="chapter_heading"><a class="pagenum" id="page219" title="219"></a>CHAPTER XX</p> + + <h2 class="chapter_title">IDA CLAIMS AN ACQUAINTANCE</h2> + + <p><span class="first_word">It</span> was early on a fine spring evening when Clarence + Weston lay somewhat moodily on the wooded + slope of the mountain that rises behind Montreal. It + is not very much of a mountain, though it forms a + remarkably fine natural park, and from where Weston + lay he could look down upon a vast sweep of country + and the city clustering round the towers of Notre + Dame. It is, from almost any point of view, a beautiful + city, for its merchants and financiers of English + and Scottish extraction have emulated the love of + artistic symmetry displayed by the old French Canadian + religious orders, as well as their lavish expenditure, + in the buildings they have raised. Churches, + hospitals, banks and offices delight the eye, and no pall + of coal-smoke floats over Montreal. It lies clean and + sightly between its mountain and the river under the + clear Canadian sky.</p> + + <p>On the evening in question the faintest trace of + thin blue vapor etherealized its clustering roofs and + stately towers, and the great river, spanned by its + famous bridge, gleamed athwart the flat champaign, a + wide silver highway to the distant sea. Beyond it, + stretches of rolling country ran back league after + league into the vast blue distance where Vermont lay. + Still, Weston, who was jaded and cast down, frowned + at the city and felt that he had a grievance against it. + <a class="pagenum" id="page220" title="220"></a>During the last week or two he had, for the most part + vainly, endeavored to interview men of importance + connected with finance and company promoting. Very + few of them would see him at all, and those with + whom he gained audience listened to what he had + to say with open impatience, or with a half-amused + toleration that was almost as difficult to bear. Perhaps + this was not astonishing, as most of them already + had had somewhat costly experiences with what they + called wild-cat mining schemes.</p> + + <p>There was, however, a certain vein of dogged persistency + in Clarence Weston; and, almost intolerably + galling as he-found it, he would still have continued to + obtrude his presence on gentlemen who had no desire + whatever to be favored with it, and to waylay them in + the hotels, but for the fact that the little money he had + brought with him was rapidly running out. One can, + in case of stern necessity, put one’s pride in one’s + pocket, though the operation is occasionally painful, + but one cannot dispense with food and shelter, and the + latter are not, as a rule, to be obtained in a Canadian + city except in exchange for money. Weston, who + had had no lunch that day, took out the little roll of + bills still left in his wallet, and, when he had flicked + them over, it became unpleasantly clear that he could + not prosecute the campaign more than a very few days + longer. Then he took out his pipe, and, filling it carefully, + broke off a sulphur match from the block in his + pocket. He felt that this was an extravagance, but he + was in need just then of consolation. He had wandered + up on the mountain, past the reservoir and the + M’Gill University, after a singularly discouraging + afternoon, to wait until supper should be ready at his + boarding-house.</p> + + <p>One or two groups of loungers, young men and + <a class="pagenum" id="page221" title="221"></a>daintily dressed women, strolled by; and then he + started suddenly at the sound of a voice that sent a + thrill through him. He would have recognized it and + the laugh that followed it, anywhere. He sprang to + his feet as a group of three people came out from a + winding path among the trees. For a moment or two + a wholly absurd and illogical impulse almost impelled + him to bolt. He knew it was quite unreasonable, + especially as he had thought of the girl every day since + he had last seen her; but he remembered that she was + a rich man’s daughter and he a wandering packer of + no account, with an apparently unrealizable project in + his mind, and in his pocket no more money than would + last a week. While he hesitated, she saw him. He + stood perfectly still, perhaps a little straighter than + was absolutely necessary, and not looking directly toward + her. If she preferred to go by without noticing + him, he meant to afford her the opportunity.</p> + + <p>She turned toward her father and said something + that Weston could not hear, but he felt his heart beat + almost unpleasantly fast when, a moment later, she + moved on quietly straight toward him. She looked + what she was, a lady of station, and her companion’s + attire suggested the same thing, while, though Weston + now wore city clothes, he was morbidly afraid that the + stamp of defeat and failure was upon him. Much as + he had longed for her it would almost have been a + relief to him if she had passed. Ida, however, did + nothing of the kind. She stopped and held out her + hand while she looked at him with gracious composure. + It was impossible for him to know that this had cost + her a certain effort.</p> + + <p>“Where have you come from? We certainly didn’t + expect to see you here,” she said.</p> + + <p>“From Winnipeg. That is, immediately,” said + <a class="pagenum" id="page222" title="222"></a>Weston, and added, “I hired out to bring a draft of + cattle.”</p> + + <p>Ida, who was quite aware that the tending of cattle + on trains was not a well-paid occupation, and was + usually adopted only by those who desired to save the + cost of a ticket, fancied that she understood why he + mentioned this, and was not sure that she was pleased. + It was, as she recognized, the man’s unreasonable pride + which impelled him to thrust facts of that kind into + the foreground. Just then, however, her father, who + had waited a moment or two, stepped forward and + shook hands with him.</p> + + <p>“Where are you staying in the city?” he asked.</p> + + <p>“At Lemoine’s boarding-house,” answered Weston, + mentioning a street in the French Canadian quarter, + from which any one acquainted with the locality could + deduce that he found it desirable to study economy.</p> + + <p>“Doing anything here?” asked Stirling.</p> + + <p>Weston said that he had some mining business in + hand; and he looked down at his clothes, when Stirling + ‘suggested that he should come’ home with them to + supper, though, from his previous acquaintance with + the man, he was not astonished at the invitation. Stirling + laughed.</p> + + <p>“That’s quite right,” he said. “We call it supper, + and that’s how I dress. I don’t worry about the little + men when I bring them along, and the big ones don’t + mind.”</p> + + <p>Weston glanced at Ida, and when he saw that she + seconded the invitation, he said that he would run + around to his boarding-house first to see whether + there were any letters or messages for him. Stirling + made a sign of comprehension, for this was a thing he + could understand. There had been a time when he + <a class="pagenum" id="page223" title="223"></a>had watched and waited for the commissions which + very seldom came.</p> + + <p>“Then you can come straight across as soon as + you have called there,” said Ida.</p> + + <p>She presented him to her companion, who, it appeared, + came from Toronto; and then she explained + that they had climbed the mountain so that her friend + might see the surroundings of the city. They walked + back together until they reached a spot where two + roads led downhill, and Weston left them.</p> + + <p>It was some little time later when he reached Stirling’s + house, and was left to wait a few minutes in a + very artistically-furnished room. Its floor was of + polished parquetry with a few fine skins from British + Columbia spread upon it here and there, and the + dainty, spindle-legged chairs, the little tables, the cabinets + and the Watteau figures were, he fancied, either + of old French manufacture or excellent copies. The + big basement heater had apparently been extinguished, + but a snapping wood-fire blazed upon the English pattern + hearth, and, for the light was fading outside, it + flung an uncertain, flickering radiance about the room. + Weston, sitting down, contrasted its luxury with the + grim bareness of his match-boarded cubicle in the + boarding-house, and with the log shanties of the railroad + and logging camps. He frowned as he did so, + for all that his eyes rested on made unpleasantly plain + the distinction between himself and the girl whose + room it evidently was.</p> + + <p>Then he rose as she came in, attired in a long, + trailing dress that rustled as she moved. It seemed to + become her wonderfully, and he became conscious of a + faint embarrassment. He had not seen her dressed in + that fashion before, and, after the years that he had + <a class="pagenum" id="page224" title="224"></a>spent in lonely bush and noisy railroad camp, her + beauty and daintiness had an almost disconcerting effect + on him. She drew a low chair a little nearer + the hearth, and, sinking into it, motioned to him to be + seated.</p> + + <p>“My father is busy, and Nellie Farquhar will not + be down for a little while,” she said. “We shall probably + have half an hour to ourselves, and I want you + to tell me all that you have been doing since we left + you.”</p> + + <p>Weston understood that she meant to resume their + acquaintance—though he was not sure that was quite + the correct word for it—at the point at which it had + been broken off, and he was rather glad that she + asked him what he had been doing. It was a safe topic + and naturally one on which he could converse, and he + felt that any silence or sign of constraint would have + been inadmissible.</p> + + <p>“Oh,” he said, “we went up to look for the mine + again.”</p> + + <p>“You were not successful?”</p> + + <p>“No,” said Weston. “It was winter, and we had + rather a rough time in the ranges. In fact, I got one + foot frost-bitten, and was lame for some while afterward. + It was the one I cut, which probably made it + more susceptible.”</p> + + <p>His face hardened a trifle as he recalled the + agony of the march back through the snowy wilderness, + and the weeks he had afterward spent, unable to + set his foot to the ground, in the comfortless log hotel + of a little desolate settlement.</p> + + <p>“Wasn’t it rather foolish to go up into the ranges + in winter?” Ida asked.</p> + + <p>“It was,” admitted Weston, with a faint, dry smile. + <a class="pagenum" id="page225" title="225"></a>“Still, you see, I couldn’t stay away. The thing has + become an obsession.”</p> + + <p>Ida fancied that she understood. He had on + several occasions revealed to her his stubborn pride, + and she knew that, whatever he thought of her, he + would keep it to himself unless he found that mine. + She also had some idea of what one would have to + face floundering over the snow-barred passes into the + great desolation in winter time.</p> + + <p>“Well,” she asked quietly, “what did you do + then?”</p> + + <p>“We worked in a logging camp until spring, and + then I went down to Vancouver to raise money for + the next campaign. Nobody seemed inclined to let + me have any, for which one couldn’t very well blame + them. After all,” and Weston laughed softly, “the + thing looks uncommonly crazy. Later on, we got a + pass to do some track-grading back east, on one of + the prairie lines, and when we’d saved a few dollars I + started to try my luck in Montreal.”</p> + + <p>Ida said nothing for a few moments. She could + fill in most of what he left untold, and it seemed to + her that one who knew how men lived in the lonely + logging camps through the iron winter, or drove the + new track across the prairie through the thaw slush + in spring, could make an epic of such a theme. It was + toil that taxed man’s utmost strength of body and + mind, under the Arctic frost, and, what was even + worse to bear, in half-thawed mire. She had once + seen the track-graders trooping back, wet to the skin, + worn out, and clogged with soil to the knees, to the + reeking shanty which was filled with the foul steam of + drying clothes. As the result of it all, Weston had, + perhaps, saved less money than she often spent on one + <a class="pagenum" id="page226" title="226"></a>gown. She felt very compassionate toward him, and + he was troubled by the softness in her eyes. He felt + that if he watched her too closely he might lose his + head.</p> + + <p>“I tried to study a few works on trigonometry and + surveying during the winter, but it was a little difficult,” + he said. “For one thing, if you sat near the + stove in the logging shack the light was dim, and you + couldn’t very well read anywhere else in the frost we + had. Besides that, the boys generally insisted on + everybody’s playing cards, and if any one refused they + had a playful trick of throwing things at him.”</p> + + <p>The girl, who had imagination, could picture the + dimly-lighted shanty and the bronzed and ragged men + flinging their long boots, as well as very pointed badinage, + at the comrade who tried to read. It would, she + admitted, certainly be a little difficult to study trigonometry + in such surroundings.</p> + + <p>“You see, I wanted to go into the thing systematically,” + continued Weston, who felt that he was safest + when he kept on talking. “We have decided that Verneille + couldn’t have made more than forty miles from + the lake, and, as he was heading south, that gives us + at most a sweep of about a hundred and twenty miles + to search, though the whole of it is practically a nest + of mountains. As I wasn’t able to read up the subject + quite as much as I should have liked, we have + thought of hiring a professional surveyor and raising + money enough to spend the whole summer over the + thing, even if we have to let the men who help us + take a share in the mine.”</p> + + <p>“I wonder whether you would be very much offended + if some of your friends were to offer to bear + part of the expense?” Ida asked quietly.</p> + + <p>“I’m afraid I couldn’t permit it.” The man’s face + <a class="pagenum" id="page227" title="227"></a>flushed. “They probably would never get their money + back. After all, it’s only a wild-cat scheme.”</p> + + <p>“That doesn’t sound very convincing,” said Ida. + “Haven’t you another reason?”</p> + + <p>She had expected to find the suggestion useless + when she made it, for she understood his attitude. He + would not take her money, and that, of course, was + in one respect just as she would have had it; but, on + the other hand, there were so many difficulties, and + probably hazards, that she could save him.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said quietly, “it’s the only reason I can + offer.”</p> + + <p>There was silence for almost half a minute, and + Ida felt that it was becoming singularly uncomfortable. + So much could have been said by both of them + that their conversation up to this point had suggested + to her the crossing of a river on very thin ice. On + the surface it was smooth, but the stream ran strong + below, and there was the possibility that at any moment + one of them might plunge through. Pride forbade + her making any deliberate attempt to break the + ice, but she would not have been very sorry had it + suddenly given way. The man evidently was holding + himself in hand, and she felt that she must emulate + his reticence. She clung to the safe topic, in + which she really was interested, as he had done.</p> + + <p>“Won’t you go on?” she asked. “You were not + successful in Vancouver, and you tried to raise the + money in Montreal. It’s a little difficult, isn’t it?”</p> + + <p>“Oh, yes,” said Weston, laughing, “as I’m situated, + it certainly is. Of course, a good deal depends on + how you set about this kind of thing, and the correct + way would have been to come in on a Pullman + instead of a cattle-car, and then engage a suite of + rooms at the biggest hotel. Financiers and company + <a class="pagenum" id="page228" title="228"></a>jobbers seem rather shy of a man who gives Lemoine’s + boarding-house as his address, and some of them are + not quite civil when they hear what he has to say to + them. In fact, I’m afraid that I shall have to give + them up in a day or two.”</p> + + <p>It was evident that he took his defeat quietly; but + Ida thought that she knew what that quietness cost.</p> + + <p>“How are you going to get back?” she asked.</p> + + <p>She felt that it was rather a cruel question, for + this was not the man to give up while he had a dollar + in hand, and she was sure that he was going back to + search for the mine again. Still, in one respect, she + was a little vexed with him. His self-control was excellent, + but there was rather too much of it.</p> + + <p>“That,” he said, with a whimsical twinkle in his + eyes, “is a point that will require rather careful consideration.”</p> + + <p>Ida liked his smile, but the desire to startle him + out of his reticence in one way or another became + suddenly irresistible, and she changed the subject + abruptly.</p> + + <p>“I told you I was going to England,” she said. + “I wonder whether you would be surprised to hear + that I spent a month or two at Scarthwaite Hall?”</p> + + <p>Weston did not seem exactly astonished, but he + was clearly disconcerted and off his guard.</p> + + <p>“I heard that you did,” he said.</p> + + <p>“Then you know that I met your father and sister + and didn’t keep my promise, or, at least, that I didn’t + do what you wanted me to?”</p> + + <p>“Yes,” said Weston simply.</p> + + <p>His quietness was too obvious, and she felt that it + covered a good deal.</p> + + <p>“One of them wrote you?” she asked.</p> + + <p>“Yes,” admitted Weston, “my father indulged in + <a class="pagenum" id="page229" title="229"></a>a few reproaches. He didn’t seem to like the notion + of my having served as your camp-packer. After + that, you were in London?”</p> + + <p>He was at fault on two points, for, though compelled + to answer her, he should not have volunteered + any information as to what was in the letter, nor + should he have attempted to change the subject, for + this made it clear to Ida that things had been said + which he did not wish her to suspect. There would, + of course, be reproaches, but it seemed probable that + there would be a word or two of half-contemptuous + advice as well, and she felt reasonably sure what this + would be. Weston of Scarthwaite had, no doubt, suggested + that the man of whom she had spoken so favorably + would be a fool if he did not marry her. A trace + of color crept into her face, and, seeing that there was + a certain diffidence in her companion’s manner, she + felt that she hated Weston of Scarthwaite. It was, + however, evident that silence would be too suggestive + just then.</p> + + <p>“I didn’t make a promise, after all,” she said. “Are + you afraid that I gave your people a wrong impression + about you?”</p> + + <p>“No,” replied Weston quietly, looking her in the + eyes. “I know you would say nothing that was not + kind of me. Still, the only thing that would affect + my people would be the fact that I haven’t succeeded + at anything yet.” He smiled rather grimly. “I’m not + sure it wouldn’t please them, in a way. You see, they + probably expected it.”</p> + + <p>On the whole, both of them were glad that Miss + Farquhar came in just then; and in a few more + minutes Stirling appeared, and they went in to dinner. + It was not a very elaborate meal, for the contractor, + who had once toiled much as Weston had + <a class="pagenum" id="page230" title="230"></a>done, was, like a good many others of his kind, in some + respects a simple and frugal man. Still, when Ida and + Miss Farquhar left them, he laid a cigar-box on the + table and filled Weston’s glass with wine.</p> + + <p>“Now,” he said, “if you have no objections, you + can tell me what you’re doing in Montreal.”</p> + + <p>Weston supplied him with a brief account of his + business, and Stirling, who asked one or two very + shrewd questions, sat apparently reflecting for a + minute or two.</p> + + <p>“You struck nobody in Vancouver who seemed + inclined to take a hand in it?”</p> + + <p>“Only one concern, and they seemed very doubtful. + Anyway, their terms were practically prohibitive.”</p> + + <p>“Grafton?”</p> + + <p>“No. Norris & Lander.”</p> + + <p>“Well,” said Stirling, “before you could expect to + do anything here, you’d want to locate the reef and + get some big mining man to visit it and give you a + certificate that it was a promising property. If you + had that, and a bag of specimens of high-grade milling + ore, people would listen to you.”</p> + + <p>“The trouble is that I can’t get them.”</p> + + <p>“Then,” observed Stirling, “I guess you’ll have + to fall back on your friends.”</p> + + <p>“I’m afraid that none of my friends have any + money to invest; and, in any case, I’d rather deal with + strangers,” said Weston.</p> + + <p>His host glanced at him very keenly.</p> + + <p>“Seems to me you have got to let the thing go,” + he said.</p> + + <p>“No,” declared Weston. “In some respects, it’s a + crazy project; but I’m going on.”</p> + + <p>Stirling quietly turned the conversation into another + <a class="pagenum" id="page231" title="231"></a>channel, but when Western took his departure he + called up his secretary on the telephone.</p> + + <p>“I want you to write Norris & Lander, Vancouver, + the first thing in the morning, and get it off by the + Pacific express,” he said. “Tell them they can let a + young man named Weston, with whom they’ve been + in communication, have the money he asks for, to + count as stock when he starts his company, at the + biggest discount they can get. They can charge me + usual brokerage, but they’re to keep my name out of + it.”</p> + + <p>The secretary said it should be done, and Stirling + sat down to his cigar with a smile. He was inclined to + fancy that Weston would find Norris & Lander much + more amenable after that. It was an hour later when + Ida came into the room, and he looked at her thoughtfully.</p> + + <p>“There’s some grit in that young man, and I guess + it’s just as well,” he observed. “He’s up against quite + a big proposition.”</p> + + <p>He saw the faint gleam in Ida’s eyes.</p> + + <p>“If he has taken hold, I think he will put it + through,” she said.</p> + + <p>She turned away the next moment, and moved a + glass on the table; but, when she looked around again, + she saw Stirling’s smile.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said, “considering everything, it’s quite + likely.”</p> + + <p>After this, he carefully picked out another cigar, + and Ida left him, wondering what he could have + meant.</p> + </div> + <div class="chapter" id="chapter_xxi"> + <p class="chapter_heading"><a class="pagenum" id="page232" title="232"></a>CHAPTER XXI</p> + + <h2 class="chapter_title">THE BRÛLÉE</h2> + + <p><span class="first_word">Stirling</span>, who hitherto, like a wise man, had + carefully avoided wild-cat mining schemes, and, + indeed, ventures of any kind outside his own profession, + had for once thrust his prudence into the background + and done what he could to further Weston’s + project, for a reason which he would not have admitted + to anybody else. He was not famous as a + charitable person, but he had, for all that, unobtrusively + held out a helping hand to a good many struggling + men in need of it during his career, and there + were now certain conjectures and suspicions lying + half-formulated at the back of his mind. He had + acted on them with the impulsive promptness which + usually characterized him, and it was not his fault that + his efforts proved fruitless, for Weston, as it happened, + neither revisited Vancouver nor communicated with + Norris & Lander.</p> + + <p>A week after he left Montreal, Weston met Grenfell + in a little British Columbian settlement shut in by + towering ranges and leagues of shadowy bush, where + they were fortunate enough to find a storekeeper who + seemed inclined to place more credence in their story + than any of the company promoters had done. What + was more to the purpose, he offered to provide them + with a horse, camp-gear and provisions, in exchange + for a certain share in the mine should their search + <a class="pagenum" id="page233" title="233"></a>prove successful. The share was rather a large one, + but, as the man pointed out, it was very probable that + they might not strike the lode at all. They also made + the acquaintance of a young surveyor who had set up + in the wooden settlement several months earlier and + had done very little business since. He was quite willing + to give them the benefit of his professional services + on somewhat similar terms to those the storekeeper + had made.</p> + + <p>The result of this was that early one morning they + set out once more on the gold trail. When they made + their first camp at sunset in a grove of towering pines + they held a council. It was almost dark amidst the + serried rows of tremendous trunks, but the light of + the snapping fire fell upon their faces, which were + all a trifle grave. In the case of two of the party, at + least, their faces were stamped with a certain quiet + resolution and a hint of the forcefulness which comes + of rigid and continuous self-denial. Men discover in + the bush that abstention from most of the little comforts + and amenities of life not infrequently tends to + vigor of body and clarity of mind. This, however, is + a fact that has been accepted long ago, for it is not, as + a rule, the full-fleshed, self-indulgent man who does + anything worth while. Their skin was clear and + bronzed, their nerves steady, and, though Grenfell differed + from them in these respects, their eyes were + very keen, with a snap in the depths of them. They + were eyes that could look peril and defeat squarely in + the face without flinching.</p> + + <p>Devine, the young surveyor, laughed as he flung his + empty enameled plate aside.</p> + + <p>“It’s quite a long time since I had a meal of that + kind,” he said. “After all, there is a certain satisfaction + <a class="pagenum" id="page234" title="234"></a>in the feeling that you couldn’t eat very much + more even if you had it, though that’s an opportunity + to which I’ve not been accustomed lately. I’ve made + my supper rather frequently on half of a stale flapjack, + and had the other half for breakfast the next + day. Having admitted that, suppose we turn our attention + to the proposition in front of us. You were + heading south when you separated from Verneille, + Grenfell?”</p> + + <p>“About south. I can’t be sure.”</p> + + <p>“That,” observed the surveyor, “may mean anything + between southeast and southwest; and if we take + the spot where you found your partner afterward, + and make a sweep with a forty-mile radius, which is + what we’ve concluded was the distance he probably + covered, it gives us quite a big tract of country to + search. Still, we ought to find a lake that’s a mile or + two across.”</p> + + <p>Weston laughed softly.</p> + + <p>“It’s my third attempt, and I don’t know how often + Grenfell has tried. One could almost fancy that the + lake has vanished. That sounds a little absurd, + doesn’t it?”</p> + + <p>“Well,” said Devine, with an air of reflection, + “we won’t admit that it’s an impossibility. If you + can take that for granted, it simplifies the thing.”</p> + + <p>Grenfell, who lay with his back against a fir trunk, + roused himself suddenly.</p> + + <p>“I never thought of it in that way,” he said. + “Still, lakes as big as that one don’t vanish.”</p> + + <p>“Anyway, mines seem to do so. The woods are + full of them, if all one hears is true.”</p> + + <p>“It isn’t,” said Weston dryly, “though I’ve no + doubt there are a few lost mines. Are you sure you + <a class="pagenum" id="page235" title="235"></a>haven’t done a crazy thing in joining us in the hunt + for this one? Of course, I’ve tried to put that aspect + of the matter squarely before you already.”</p> + + <p>Devine, who was a young man, flushed slightly.</p> + + <p>“The cold fact is that I was only afraid you + wouldn’t take me. It’s a big inducement to know + that one has a reasonable supply of provisions in + hand.”</p> + + <p>“You’ve evidently been up against it, like the rest + of us,” Grenfell suggested.</p> + + <p>“I’ve lived for three months on the proceeds of the + only job I got; and it’s quite likely I shouldn’t have + held out if I hadn’t been broken into the thing while + I got through with my studies in Toronto. I don’t + quite know now how I did that, but I had to hire out + between whiles, teaming and dredging up building + stone from the lake, to make my fees, and now and + then I lived on one meal a day to spin out the money. + It would have been easier at the settlement, but I had + a lesson soon after I put up my sign. Two city men + sent up by a syndicate to look for a pulp-mill site and + timber rights came along one hot day and found me + splitting cedar shingles, with mighty few clothes on. + The result was that while I might have made a small + pile of money out of them, they sent back to Vancouver + for another man and paid him twice as much, + though they didn’t locate the mill. I felt I had to tell + you this.”</p> + + <p>It was not at all an uncommon story in that + country, and when Weston looked at Grenfell with a + smile, the latter waved his hand.</p> + + <p>“Oh,” he said, “we’re a most worshipful company + of broken deadbeats, fed on credit, and out on a forlorn + hope; but it seems to me that the storekeeper who + <a class="pagenum" id="page236" title="236"></a>supplied us with provisions is the craziest of all the + crowd.”</p> + + <p>“It was the broken men who made this country,” + said Devine.</p> + + <p>There was a certain truth in this observation, as + the rest of them knew, for, after all, it was the outcast + and the desperate who first pushed grimly on into + the wilderness, up tremendous defiles and over passes + choked with snow, and afterward played a leading + part in the Titanic struggle with nature in the strongholds + where she had ruled supreme. The wilderness + is merciless; the beaten men died, but the rest held + on, indomitable; and now those who from the security + of a railroad observation-car gaze upon orchard + and oat-field, awful gorge and roaring torrent, can + dimly realize what the making of that province cost + the pioneers who marched into it with famine-worn + faces and bleeding feet. That the valor of that army + has not yet abated all are sure who know what the + vanguard of the last host had to face on the trail to + Klondyke a few years ago.</p> + + <p>It is unpleasant to sleep in half-thawed slush + around a sulky fire, or to grip canoe pole or paddle + until one’s swollen fingers will not straighten and the + palms are raw. There is an exhilaration in plunging + down a roaring rapid through a haze of spray, but it + loses something of its charm when each movement required + to keep the canoe straight causes the man who + holds the paddle agony from the wounds the floor of + the craft has rubbed on his knees; and a portage + through tangled brushwood and over slippery rock + around a fall forms a tolerably arduous task when he + is stiff from constant immersion in very cold water + and has had little to eat for a week or so. It is a little + difficult to convey a clear impression of the sensation + <a class="pagenum" id="page237" title="237"></a>experienced during the execution of these and similar + tasks, though they are undertaken somewhat frequently + in that country, and, as it happens, the men + most qualified to speak are not as a rule gifted with + descriptive powers.</p> + + <p>In any case, nobody answered Devine, and instead + of moralizing they presently went to sleep. + They were up at sunrise the next day, and started soon + afterward on a march that led them through tangled + pine bush, the tall grass of natural swamp prairies, + rotting muskegs, and over stony hill-slopes. It was + repeated with no great variation for several weeks, + except that now and then they swam or ferried themselves + on logs over very cold and rapid rivers. Still, + thanks to the surveyor’s professional skill, they were + quartering the country systematically, and, though now + and then they had to leave the horse at a base camp + under Grenfell’s charge, they had to grapple with no + insuperable difficulty.</p> + + <p>A good many leagues of range and forest had + been traversed when they reached a tract where they + had trouble in finding water. There was snow above + them, but it either soaked down through the strata, or + the drainage from it descended on the other side of the + divide. It was also, though not quite summer yet, + unusually hot weather, and the season had been exceptionally + dry, and they had contented themselves + for a week with the little muddy fluid they scraped up + here and there from oozy pools that were lined with + pine needles and rotting leaves, when they came to a + big brûlée.</p> + + <p>It filled a deep valley that was hemmed in by almost + precipitous crags, and though charred logs and + branches lay here and there, most of the burned forest + was still standing. As a matter of fact, a fire in this + <a class="pagenum" id="page238" title="238"></a>region very seldom brings the trees down. It merely + strips them. As the men pushed wearily on, endless + ranks of blackened trunks moved steadily back before + them. There was not a branch left. The trees were + tremendous, half-calcined columns, and, for it was + evident that any wild wind seldom entered the deep + hollow, they might have stood in that condition a year + or more. The trouble in traversing a brûlée is that one + cannot tell when, from some cause or other, one of + them may come down.</p> + + <p>It was about noon, and they had with some difficulty + dined on grindstone bread and canned stuff without + a drink of any kind, when Weston, who was leading + the horse, pulled it up suddenly. He was thirsty and + short of temper, and in a mood that would have made + it easier for him to smash through an obstacle instead + of stopping, but he fancied that he saw a great blackened + trunk close in front of him lean over a trifle. He + was sure of it in another moment, and he urged the + horse aside, for the towering column swayed and oscillated + as though it strove to recover its equipoise, + and then suddenly rushed earthward. He felt the + wind it made strike cold upon his cheek, and then + there was a deafening crash, and a cloud of fine black + dust rose up. It whirled and eddied about him like + the smoke of a great gun, and the powder that settled + thick upon him clogged his eyelashes and filled his + nostrils. The horse plunged viciously and came near + dragging him off his feet.</p> + + <p>After that there was for a few seconds a silence + that seemed oppressive by contrast, until it was suddenly + broken by another startling crash. It was repeated + here and there, as though when each tree fell + the concussion brought down another, and the brûlée + was filled with shocks of sound that rang in tremendous + <a class="pagenum" id="page239" title="239"></a>reverberations along the steep rocks. In the + meanwhile the men stood fast with tense, blackened + faces peering at the eddying dust out of half-blinded + eyes, until the crashes grew less frequent and there + was deep silence again.</p> + + <p>Then Weston, who patted the trembling horse, + sat down and pointed to the great, shapeless pile of + half-burned wood and charcoal close in front of him.</p> + + <p>“A near thing. I think I’ll have a smoke,” he + said.</p> + + <p>“A smoke!” gasped Grenfell. “With your mouth + and tongue like an ash-pit! I’d much sooner have a + sherry cobbler, as they used to make it with a big + lump of ice swimming in it, at the—it’s the club, I + mean. That is,” he added, with a sigh, “if I could get + it.”</p> + + <p>“You can’t,” observed Devine, dryly. “I’d be content + with water. But didn’t you break off rather suddenly + in one place?”</p> + + <p>“You’re young,” said Grenfell, looking at him + solemnly. “If you weren’t, I should regard that observation + as an impertinence. I said the club, which is + sufficient. They used to make you really excellent + sherry cobblers there.”</p> + + <p>“Well,” said Devine, with his eyes twinkling, “I + guess it is, and the name was half out when you + stopped. I was naturally never inside the place in + question, but I’ve been in Montreal. It’s kind of curious, + isn’t it, to find a man who talks about such things + leading a forlorn hope, as you call it?”</p> + + <p>“No,” said Grenfell, “it isn’t curious at all. There + are cases in which a fondness for sherry cobblers provides + a sufficient explanation for greater incongruities.”</p> + + <p>It was apparently a relief to talk of something, for + <a class="pagenum" id="page240" title="240"></a>there was no doubt that all of them had felt the tension + of the last few minutes; but Weston cut short the discussion.</p> + + <p>“We must get water to-morrow, anyway,” he said. + “Had you any trouble about it, Grenfell, the time you + struck the lake?”</p> + + <p>Grenfell sat down on a fragment of the charred + log and seemed to consider.</p> + + <p>“No,” he said slowly. “That is, we didn’t quite + run out of it, though once or twice for several days + we came across only a small creek or two. There were + signs that in some seasons it would be a dry country.”</p> + + <p>He broke off and looked up at the range, while the + faces of the others grew intent as they watched him.</p> + + <p>“In a way all that’s familiar,” he said; “but I’ve + felt the same thing in other places, and I can’t be + sure.”</p> + + <p>“Anyway,” remarked Weston, “if there was a lake + up yonder, the creek would naturally flow through the + valley. It must have an outlet, and we’re going up-grade.”</p> + + <p>“The creek,” said Grenfell, sharply, “went down + the other side. The lake lies just over a low divide.”</p> + + <p>Weston started a little and put away his pipe.</p> + + <p>“Boys,” he said, “we’ll get on again.”</p> + + <p>They went on, and the memory of that afternoon + long remained with them. They were grimed with + black dust and ashes, and the ranks of charred trunks + cast only thin strips of shade, while a scorching sun + poured down an almost intolerable heat into the deep + valley. The ground was ankle-deep in dust and charcoal, + and, as they floundered through it, feathery ash + rose in clouds. Their clothing grew crusted with it, + and it worked through and irritated their heated skin; + while every now and then one of them was compelled + <a class="pagenum" id="page241" title="241"></a>to stop and splutter. Their throats, as Grenfell remarked, + certainly felt very much like ash-heaps. None + of them had drunk anything since supper the night + before, and then only a very little water that tasted + alkaline.</p> + + <p>Still, except for the loose deposit that made walking + difficult, the ground was comparatively clear, and + they pushed on, making a detour only now and then + around a fallen tree, or waiting for Grenfell, who + lagged behind and limped, until the slanting rays beat + pitilessly into their faces and their aching eyes were + dazzled by the burning glow. Then Grenfell sat down + rather frequently.</p> + + <p>“We’re going northwest,” said Weston once, + while they waited for him. “You said that was how + you headed the day before you struck the lake.”</p> + + <p>“Yes,” said Grenfell, with an air of trying to recall + something. “It was summer, and at sunset the + light was in our eyes. There was a very rugged strip + on the range—not unlike that one yonder. Still, I + can’t be sure.”</p> + + <p>Nothing more was said. It was quite clear that + Grenfell’s memory was not to be trusted, and they + were in no mood for talking. They went on a little + more slowly, but Grenfell lagged again, and it was a + vast relief to all of them when the glare that hurt their + eyes died out suddenly as the red sun dipped behind a + wall of rock. Half an hour later the heat of the brûlée + seemed to dissipate, and a wondrous invigorating coolness + crept in with the dusk, when they made their + camp and picketed the jaded horse. It did not seem + worth while to light a fire, as they had no water to + use for tea; and, after eating a little grindstone bread + and salt pork cooked the previous day, they lay down + rolled in their blankets.</p> + </div> + <div class="chapter" id="chapter_xxii"> + <p class="chapter_heading"><a class="pagenum" id="page242" title="242"></a>CHAPTER XXII</p> + + <h2 class="chapter_title">GRENFELL GOES ON</h2> + + <p><span class="first_word">Weston</span>, tired as he was, did not sleep well + that night. Although they had a pack-horse + he had carried two blankets and a bag of flour, and + when a man has marched from sunrise until dusk under + a heavy burden, his shoulders, as a rule, ache distressfully. + In addition to this discomfort, Grenfell’s + manner throughout that day’s march had roused an + unsettling sense of expectation in his comrades. The + man had limped wearily and continually lagged behind, + but he had, in spite of it, resolutely insisted on + their pushing on as fast as possible. He had also + looked about him with a certain suggestive curiosity + every now and then, and though he had once or twice + admitted that he could not positively identify anything + he saw, his air of restrained eagerness had made its + impression on Weston.</p> + + <p>A half-moon had sailed up into the eastern sky + when the latter wakened and raised himself drowsily + on one elbow. All round him the great burned pines + towered in black and shadowy columns against the + silvery light, and a stillness that was almost oppressive + brooded over the valley. No sound of running water + came out of it, and there was not a breath of wind. + It was cool, however, and Weston drew his dusty + blanket higher about his shoulders as he glanced round + the camp. Devine lay close by sleeping like a log; but + <a class="pagenum" id="page243" title="243"></a>Grenfell was huddled at the foot of a tree, and it + became evident to his comrade that he, at least, was + wide awake.</p> + + <p>“Haven’t you done enough to make you sleep?” + Weston asked.</p> + + <p>Grenfell laughed softly.</p> + + <p>“I haven’t closed my eyes. I can’t keep them off + the range in front of us.”</p> + + <p>Weston looked up and saw a huge black rampart + cutting sharp and clear against the blueness of the + night.</p> + + <p>“Don’t tell me that you recognize it,” he said.</p> + + <p>“Three nicks,” replied Grenfell. “After the third + one, a rounded peak. I can’t tell whether I remember + it from another time, but that description came to me + as if I’d used it, and I think I must have done so. + Anyway, you can see them yonder.”</p> + + <p>He broke off for a moment, and when he went on + again his manner was deprecatory.</p> + + <p>“Since sunrise I’ve been troubled with a haunting + sense of the familiar, though when I found the lake + with Verneille we marched through no brûlée.”</p> + + <p>“That’s years ago, and this brûlée is probably not + more than twelve months old—I mean as a brûlée,” + said Weston, impatiently, for the strain of the long + march was telling on him. “Anyway, you’ve been + half-recognizing places ever since we started on this + search, and I’d rather you didn’t make half sure of + anything else. In fact, I can’t stand much more of it.”</p> + + <p>Grenfell, who showed no sign of resentment, + laughed again.</p> + + <p>“As I think I told you, I’ve been troubled with + memories that seem half dreams. I’m not sure that’s + quite unusual in the case of a man who has consumed + <a class="pagenum" id="page244" title="244"></a>as much whisky as I have. Besides, it’s a little difficult + to distinguish between dreams and what we look + upon as realities, since the latter exist only in the perception + of our senses, which may be deceptive. They + agree on that point, don’t they, in places as dissimilar + as India and Germany?”</p> + + <p>“Are you sure you didn’t dream about the lead?” + Weston asked bluntly. “It’s a point that has been + troubling me for a considerable time.”</p> + + <p>“Then why did you come up with me to search for + the lake?”</p> + + <p>“I was once or twice told at home that I was a + persistent imbecile. That may account for it.”</p> + + <p>“Well,” said Grenfell, reflectively, “your action on + one or two occasions seems to warrant the observation—I + mean when you stood the boys off me after I’d + spoiled their supper, and the other time when you decided + on my account not to stay on at the copper-mine. + Still, I want to say that while I seem to know I will + not make another journey on the gold trail, I’ve had + a subconscious feeling of certainty since sunrise yesterday + that the lake lies just ahead of us. I know + nothing definite that justifies it, but we’ll probably + find out to-morrow. There’s just another thing. If I + leave my bones up here my share falls to you.”</p> + + <p>He seemed disinclined for any further conversation, + and Weston went to sleep again. When he + awakened the moon had sunk behind the range, and a + faint gray light was filtering down beneath the blackened + pines. It showed the pack-horse standing close + by, and Devine stretched out beneath his blanket, a + shadowy, shapeless figure, but there was, as far as + Weston could see, no sign of Grenfell anywhere. He + called out sharply as soon as he was sure of this, and + <a class="pagenum" id="page245" title="245"></a>his voice rang hollowly up the valley, but there was + no answer until Devine slowly shook clear of his + blankets.</p> + + <p>“What’s the matter?” he asked.</p> + + <p>“Grenfell’s gone.”</p> + + <p>“Gone!” Devine was on his feet in a moment.</p> + + <p>“It looks like it,” said Weston, sharply. “Can you + see him?”</p> + + <p>Devine gazed into the shadows, but he saw nothing + beyond the rows of dusky trunks.</p> + + <p>“Where’s he gone?”</p> + + <p>“That,” said Weston, “is naturally just what I + don’t know. It’s up to us to find out.”</p> + + <p>Then he briefly related his conversation with + Grenfell, and the two looked at each other. There + was just light enough to show the anxiety in their + faces.</p> + + <p>“Well,” said Devine, “it’s quite clear to me that + he’s on the trail; and it’s fortunate in one way that + he’s left a plain trail behind him. Whether the whole + thing’s a delusion on his part, or whether he did strike + that lode, I don’t know, but I didn’t like the man’s + looks yesterday. He seemed badly played out, and it + kind of struck me he was just holding on.” He turned + toward the pack-horse and pulled up the picket. “Anyway, + we’ll get upon his trail.”</p> + + <p>They both were men of action, and inside of five + minutes they had lashed their packs together and + started without breakfast. Weston led the horse, + while Devine picked up Grenfell’s trail. Weston was a + little astonished at the ease with which his companion + did this.</p> + + <p>“It’s quite simple,” said the surveyor, when the + other stopped a moment where the footprints seemed + <a class="pagenum" id="page246" title="246"></a>to break off, and questioned his decision. “He’s heading + straight on, and not walking like a man with much + strength in him. I wish I knew just how far he is + ahead of us.” Then he added in explanation: “I went + east for a while, but I was raised in this country, and + this is ’way easier than trailing a deer.”</p> + + <p>They went on a little faster after that, for Devine + had promptly picked up the trail again, and by the + time the red sun had cleared the range it led them out + of the brûlée and into a waste of rock and gravel, + where there were smaller firs and strips of tangled undergrowth. + Here and there Devine stopped for a few + minutes, but he found the trail again, though it led + them through thickets, and now and then they floundered + among half-rotten fallen trunks and branches. + Fortunately, the horse was a Cayuse and used to that + kind of work.</p> + + <p>It rapidly grew hotter, until the perspiration + streamed from them, and Weston, who had eaten very + little the previous evening, became conscious of an unpleasant + stitch in his side; but they pushed on without + flagging, urged by a growing anxiety. At length + the ground, which was a little clearer, rose sharply in + front of them. Weston pulled up the pack-horse and + looked significantly at Devine, who nodded.</p> + + <p>“Yes,” he assented, “he said a low divide. The + lake lay just beyond it.”</p> + + <p>Then he cast about with his eyes fixed on the loose + gravel over which they had scrambled, until he came + to a spot where a wide patch of half-rotted needles + lay beneath another belt of pines.</p> + + <p>“He stopped here and sat down,” he commented. + “Seemed to have had some trouble in pulling out + again. I don’t like those footsteps. You and I don’t + walk like that.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page247" title="247"></a>“Get on,” said Weston, sharply, and, turning, + struck the horse.</p> + + <p>The sun was overhead when they scrambled, gasping, + over the crest of the divide and looked down into + another long, winding hollow. Then they stopped + again and looked hard at each other, for the hollow + seemed filled with forest, and there was nowhere any + shimmer of shining water.</p> + + <p>“He can’t be far ahead. Went through those vines + in front of you,” said Devine.</p> + + <p>Then ensued an hour’s wild scramble through undergrowth + in shade, until they broke out, dripping + with perspiration, from the gloom among the pines + into a comparatively open space on the edge of a wide + belt of willows. They left the horse tethered on the + outskirts of the latter; and twenty minutes afterward + Devine, who had scrambled up and down among the + undergrowth, stopped suddenly.</p> + + <p>“Come here,” he cried with a suggestive hoarseness. + “We’re through with this trail.”</p> + + <p>He was standing waist-deep among the tangled + brushwood, and it was a minute before Weston + smashed through it to his side. Then he, too, stopped + and started, for he saw a huddled object in tattered + duck lying face downward at his comrade’s feet. The + latter made a little gesture when he met Weston’s eyes.</p> + + <p>“We’ll make sure,” he said quietly. “Still, you + see how he’s lying.”</p> + + <p>Weston dropped on his knees, and with some difficulty + turned the prostrate figure over. Then he took + off his battered hat and looked up at Devine with it in + his hand. The latter nodded.</p> + + <p>“Yes,” he said, “he has pulled out once for all. + Started two or three hours ago on a trail we can’t + pick up yet.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page248" title="248"></a>They drew back a little and sat down heavily on a + ledge of stone, for the sight of the huddled figure in + the tattered duck troubled them. It was a minute or + two before either of them spoke.</p> + + <p>“Heart trouble of some kind,” said the surveyor. + “If not, it isn’t going to matter.”</p> + + <p>He looked around at his companion with a little + wave of his hand which seemed to deprecate the mention + of the subject.</p> + + <p>“He can’t tell us now where that lode is.”</p> + + <p>Weston said nothing for a minute. After all, + there was so little that could be said. Then he + stretched himself wearily.</p> + + <p>“There is something to be done, but I don’t feel + quite equal to it yet, and I’m parched with thirst. Willows + grow only where there’s water.”</p> + + <p>“These,” said Devine, “look kind of sickly. You + can see quite a few of them have dried up; but it’s a + sure thing they had water to start them. Wish I + knew how to strike it. It’s most three days since I + had what one could call a drink.”</p> + + <p>“Did you ever hear of water-finding?”</p> + + <p>“Yes,” answered Devine. “I’ve read a little about + the old country. Kind of old English charlatanry, + isn’t it?”</p> + + <p>“Well,” said Weston, simply, “I could find water + once upon a time. I know that, because I’ve done it.”</p> + + <p>“Don’t you need a hazel fork? You can’t get + one here.”</p> + + <p>“I don’t think the hazel matters. The power is in + the man. I can cut a fork out of something.”</p> + + <p>Devine made a little gesture which seemed expressive + of resignation.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said, “whether we go on or go back + we have to have a drink. That’s a sure thing; and I + <a class="pagenum" id="page249" title="249"></a>feel, like you, that I want it before we set about the + work that’s awaiting us.”</p> + + <p>After that they both sat still again. They had to + decide whether they would go back or go on, and + both of them realized what the decision would be. + Their guide had left them, and the last expectation + of finding the lead had melted away. At first the sight + of his dead comrade had driven all other thoughts + from Weston’s mind, but now he was compelled to admit + that he had wasted time and money on a delusion. + That perhaps was no great matter in itself, but it + made it clear that all he could look for was to earn + food and shelter as a packer, logging-hand, or wandering + laborer. Impassable barriers divided Ida Stirling + from a man of that kind, and he dare no longer dream + of the possibility of tearing them down. At last, and + the knowledge was very bitter, he was face to face + with defeat. He forgot for the moment that Grenfell + lay just beyond the tangled undergrowth. He gazed + straight in front of him, with a hard hand clenched + and a look in his wavering eyes that puzzled his companion. + At length he raised himself wearily to his + feet. After all, the needs of the body would not be + denied, and, as Devine had said, before they set about + the task that awaited them they must drink.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said hoarsely, “I’m going to cut a + fork.”</p> + + <p>He smashed back through the undergrowth toward + the pines, unlashed the ax from the horse’s back, + and, though he was never afterward sure whether he + cut it from a young fir or a bush of juniper, Devine + came upon him some time later trimming a forked + twig with a short stem where the two slender branches + united. The surveyor glanced at it and smiled.</p> + + <p>“Any water that ran into this hollow must have + <a class="pagenum" id="page250" title="250"></a>come from the range,” he said. “We’ll try close beneath + it and give the thing a show.”</p> + + <p>They did as he suggested, and his expression was + sardonically incredulous when Weston proceeded + along the foot of the hillside, where the ground was a + little clearer, with a branch of the fork clutched in + each hand. The pointed stem was directed almost + horizontally in front of him, and it remained in that + position for about twenty minutes, when he lowered + it with a gesture of discouragement.</p> + + <p>“Felt nothing yet?” Devine inquired eagerly. + “There’s a kind of hollow yonder running into the + thicket.”</p> + + <p>Weston made no answer, but he turned in among + the willows, and for half an hour or so they stumbled + and floundered among the clinging branches. Still + there was no deflection of the fork, and when at + length they stopped again, gasping and dripping with + perspiration, Devine laughed rather grimly.</p> + + <p>“Oh, give it a rest; I guess that’s what it wants,” + he said. “I’ll hang on for another half-hour, and + then I’m going prospecting on my own account. + We’ve got to strike water.”</p> + + <p>That, at least, was evident. They were parched + with thirst and it was very hot. No breath of air + seemed to enter that dense thicket, and a cloud of tormenting + flies hung about them. Weston’s head was + throbbing with the heat, and his sight seemed dazed. + Both of them were dusty, ragged, grim of face, and + worn with travel, and the longing for even a few + drops of muddy liquid was becoming almost insupportable.</p> + + <p>It was only by a strenuous effort that Weston went + on again. He felt scarcely capable of further exertion, + <a class="pagenum" id="page251" title="251"></a>but he could not overcome the horrible bodily + craving that seemed to grow stronger with every pulsation + of his fevered blood, and he plodded on into + the thicket very wearily. At length Devine saw the + twig bend downward for a moment in his hands,</p> + + <p>“You did that?” he asked sharply.</p> + + <p>“No,” said Weston in a strained voice, “I certainly + did not.”</p> + + <p>“Let me take hold,” said Devine, and when Weston + handed the fork to him he walked back a few + paces and crossed the same spot again. The fork, + however, pointed straight in front of him. He threw + it down and said nothing, but Weston looked at him + with a little grim smile.</p> + + <p>“I’ve heard it said that anybody could do it, but + that’s not my experience,” he observed.</p> + + <p>Devine’s gesture might have expressed anything.</p> + + <p>“Oh, we were both crazy when we started with + Grenfell,” he said.</p> + + <p>Weston moved forward with the fork, and, while + Devine looked on, the stem once more inclined. It + wavered, tilted downward a little farther, and then + slowly swung back to rest again. Still, Weston held + on, and when there was a further inclination it became + clear that his companion was convinced.</p> + + <p>“The thing’s picking up the trail!” he exclaimed.</p> + + <p>For a time they wandered up and down the thicket, + Weston apparently directing his course by the spasmodic + movements of the fork, which now and then + would lie still altogether. At length it commenced to + jerk sharply, and Devine looked at his companion in a + curious manner.</p> + + <p>“It’s heading right back for Grenfell,” he said in a + hoarse whisper.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page252" title="252"></a>They went on until they almost reached the spot + which they had left more than an hour ago. Then the + fork suddenly pointed straight downward, and Weston + stopped. His face was flushed, and his voice was + sharp and strained.</p> + + <p>“Go and bring the shovel!” he said.</p> + + <p>Devine strode into the bush, and Weston struggled + through the undergrowth to where Grenfell lay, + scarcely a stone’s throw away. Stripping off his + jacket, he laid it over the dead man to keep off the flies. + Then he went back and sat down with a dazed look + in his eyes until the surveyor broke out from among + the trees with the shovel.</p> + + <p>“Sit still,” said Devine, “I’ll go down the first foot + or two, anyway.”</p> + + <p>Weary as he was he plied the shovel savagely, + flinging out the mould in showers, but he was knee-deep + in the hole before there was a clink as the blade + struck stones.</p> + + <p>“Gravel. The water would work right through + that,” he said.</p> + + <p>He toiled on until the hole was a yard in depth, + but the gravel he flung out was dry, and at length he + stopped and sat on the side of the excavation, gasping.</p> + + <p>“Nothing yet,” he said. “You’re sure you struck + it?”</p> + + <p>“Yes,” replied Weston, quietly, “I’m sure.”</p> + + <p>Once more Devine seized the shovel, but in a + moment he flung it down suddenly, with a sharp, glad + cry.</p> + + <p>“It’s sluicing out!”</p> + + <p>Weston rose and strode to the edge of the hole. + There was a little water in the bottom of it, and this + spread rapidly until it crept up about his comrade’s + <a class="pagenum" id="page253" title="253"></a>boots. In one place he could see a frothing, bubbling + patch with an edge that was crystal clear. Then Devine + stooped and, filling his wide hat, held it up to him + dripping.</p> + + <p>“We’re through with one trouble, anyway,” he announced + exultantly.</p> + </div> + <div class="chapter" id="chapter_xxiii"> + <p class="chapter_heading"><a class="pagenum" id="page254" title="254"></a>CHAPTER XXIII</p> + + <h2 class="chapter_title">THE LODE</h2> + + <p><span class="first_word">Weston</span>, sitting down on the pile of gravel, + took the hat from his comrade, and the trickle + from the brim of it splashed refreshingly upon his hot + and grimy face when he tilted it to drink. It was + shapeless, greasy, and thick with dust, and few men + who fare daintily in the cities would have considered + it a tempting cup. That, however, did not occur to + Weston, but another thought flashed into his mind as + he glanced toward the undergrowth behind which the + man who had led them there lay. He lowered the hat + a moment and rose wearily.</p> + + <p>“A few drops of this might have saved our partner,” + he said. “Now he has gone on; may the trail + he has taken be a smooth and easy one.”</p> + + <p>Then he drank, standing, a deep, invigorating + draught, which seemed to cool his fevered blood and + put new life in him. He gasped for a moment or so, + and drank again, and then, flinging wide the splashes + upon hot earth and leaves, sat down heavily. As he + fumbled for his pipe, Devine, who had drunk in the + meanwhile, turned to him.</p> + + <p>“No,” he said reflectively, “I don’t quite think + you’re right. It wasn’t thirst that brought Grenfell + to his end. He had more water than either of us—you + saw to that—and, though it wouldn’t have been + pleasant, you and I could have held out another day.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page255" title="255"></a>“What was it then?” asked Weston.</p> + + <p>“The strain of the journey on a played-out constitution, + and, as I think I suggested, the effect of + excitement on a diseased heart. The man was under + a high tension the last day or two. It’s a sure thing + he had something on his mind. After all, I guess it + was a delusion.”</p> + + <p>Weston said nothing, but lay still with his pipe in + his hand. There was before him a task from which + he shrank, but he was worn-out and could not nerve + himself to undertake it yet, and in the meanwhile he + thought of his dead comrade with a certain regretful + tenderness. The man had had no claim on him, and + there had been much that was dissimilar in their natures, + but they had, after all, borne many hardships + together, and that counted for a good deal. Still, in + one way he could not be sorry that Grenfell had gone + on, for life, as he had said, had very little to offer this + outcast. It was clear that the same thing held true in + his own case, and he remembered with a little wry + smile that Grenfell had said his share was to go to + him if they found the mine. They had not found it, + and there was no prospect of their doing so, for his + faith in the project had vanished now that Grenfell + was dead. It remained for them only to go back to + the settlements, defeated.</p> + + <p>At length Devine broke in upon his reflections.</p> + + <p>“I don’t know whether you remember that we’ve + had nothing since supper last night,” he said. “Anyway, + I don’t feel equal to undertaking what’s before + us as I am. Seems to me the pack-horse would like + a drink, too.”</p> + + <p>Weston felt a little guilty, for the events of the + past hour had driven all thought of the beast out of + his mind. Going back for it, he led it to the water, + <a class="pagenum" id="page256" title="256"></a>after which they made a simple meal. When it was + over, Devine stood up resolutely.</p> + + <p>“Now,” he said, “there’s a thing that must be + done.”</p> + + <p>They set about it, and in another hour had laid + to rest the man who had brought them there. Then + Devine put down his shovel and turned to Weston.</p> + + <p>“This thing has had its effect on me, and I guess + you feel it too. He was your partner quite a while,” + he said. “We want to get a move on and work this + depression out of us. Well, you can make camp—a + little farther back—while I crawl along between the + willows and the range. I want to see what’s back of + them. There’s an idea in my mind.”</p> + + <p>Weston, who did not ask him what it was, fell in + with the suggestion, and, when his comrade floundered + away through the willows, proceeded to pitch the camp + and build a fire ready for lighting among a few straggling + firs a little back from the water. Then he went + to sleep, and when the horse awakened him as it strove + to pull out its picket to get another drink, he was a + little astonished to see that the sun now hung low + down above one range, and that Devine had not come + back. He lay still, however, in the blissful content + that only the worn-out know when, for a few hours, + they can cease from toil. Presently he heard the willows + rustle, and, though it cost him an effort, he stood + up when Devine strode into camp. The latter glanced + toward the hole they had dug to reach the water.</p> + + <p>“You’ve let the horse break the sides down and + stand in it,” he said. “We’ll clean it down to the + gravel and pitch the soil out.”</p> + + <p>“Is it worth while?” Weston asked.</p> + + <p>“Yes,” said Devine, dryly, “as we’ll probably be + <a class="pagenum" id="page257" title="257"></a>here a day or two, I guess it is. I’ll tell you about it + when we get supper.”</p> + + <p>Weston might have noticed that there was something + curious in his manner, but he was very weary, + and his mind was a little hazy then. He took the + shovel, and toiled for some few minutes before a strip + of stone he was endeavoring to wrench out broke beneath + the blade. He flung the fragments out of the + hole, and one of them caught Devine’s eye.</p> + + <p>“Pitch me up that big round stone,” he said + sharply.</p> + + <p>Weston did as he was bidden, and his comrade, + falling upon his knee, smashed the fragments into + little lumps, and then, clutching some of them tight in + one hand, stood up with a hoarse, exultant laugh.</p> + + <p>“We’ve struck the lode!” he exclaimed.</p> + + <p>Weston was beside him in a moment, and Devine + poured the crushed fragments into his hand.</p> + + <p>“Look!” he said.</p> + + <p>Weston did so, and while his heart thumped painfully + the blood crept to his face. The little lumps he + gazed at were milky white, and through them ran what + seemed to be very fine yellow threads.</p> + + <p>“That is wire gold?”</p> + + <p>“It is,” said Devine. “A sure thing.”</p> + + <p>Then the surveyor swept off his battered hat and + swung round toward the willows, a grotesque ragged + figure with his hands spread out.</p> + + <p>“You weren’t crazy, partner. You brought us + up out of the swamps and sloos of poverty, and + planked us down right on to the lode,” he said.</p> + + <p>Weston said nothing. After all, he was English, + and to some extent reticent, but he felt that his comrade’s + dramatic utterance was more or less warranted, + <a class="pagenum" id="page258" title="258"></a>for the irony and pathos of the situation was clear to + him. Grenfell had found the mine at last, but the + gold he had sought so persistently was not for him. + Men great in the mining world had smiled compassionately + at his story, others with money to invest had + coldly turned their backs on him, and it had been given + to a railroad hand and a surveyor, who had longed + for an opportunity for splitting roofing shingles in return + for enough to eat, to prove that, after all, the + skill he had once been proud of had not deserted him. + He had patiently borne defeat, and now the thrill of + the long-deferred triumph had crushed him out of + existence.</p> + + <p>In a moment or two Devine spoke again in a different + tone.</p> + + <p>“Well, we’ll get supper. You want to cool off + and quiet down.”</p> + + <p>Weston felt that this was true, and it was a relief + to start the fire and prepare the meal, for he had + found the rush of emotion which had swept over him + almost overwhelming. It was, however, not until the + meal was ready that he was quite master of himself, + and they ate it before they said anything further about + the matter. Then Devine took out his pipe, and lying + with his back against a fir, turned to his comrade + as the soft dusk settled.</p> + + <p>“Whether Grenfell knew where he was going + when he started out last night, or was led by some + blind impulse or subconscious memory, is more than + I can tell, and, anyway, it’s not a point that greatly + matters now,” he said. “The cold fact is that you + struck the water on the creek where, as he told you, + he once got a drink.”</p> + + <p>“But things don’t fit in,” objected Weston.</p> + + <p>“Oh,” said his companion, “you let me talk. + <a class="pagenum" id="page259" title="259"></a>You’ve been in this country a few years. I was raised + in it. He said that a creek ran from the range, and, + though there’s mighty little water in it, I guess it does + that now. There’s rock, milling rock shot with gold, + under it, and a small flow of water will filter a long + way through gravel.”</p> + + <p>“But he described it as an ordinary open creek,” + persisted Weston.</p> + + <p>“That’s easy,” said Devine. “It was, quite a + while ago, and nature handles these mountains mighty + roughly, as you ought to know. She sweeps them + with cloudbursts that wash half a hillside into the valleys, + and now and then with snowslides and tremendous + falls of rock. One of them filled up that creek, + and, as far as I can figure, it did rather more. It + filled up the gully through which the creek flowed + high up on the range, and, while a little water still + creeps through, most of the melted snow goes down + another creek. As I took the trouble to ascertain, it + splits right through the lower slopes and comes out + most a league away.”</p> + + <p>This seemed reasonable. Most of the streams + among those ranges originate, as Weston knew, in the + melting snow, but there was still a point his comrade + had left unexplained.</p> + + <p>“Then where’s the lake?” he asked.</p> + + <p>Devine laughed.</p> + + <p>“You’re sitting right beside it now.”</p> + + <p>Weston gazed at him in blank astonishment, and + then a light broke in on him.</p> + + <p>“The willows?” he said. “The water in that creek + would no doubt spread underground, and this is evidently + an unusually dry season. Still, Grenfell spoke + of a mile or two of water. Where has it gone?”</p> + + <p>“That,” explained Devine, “seems the simplest + <a class="pagenum" id="page260" title="260"></a>thing of all. Anyway, I’ll give you my theory. When + I crawled along the edge of the willows this afternoon, + I found the outlet of an old creek and a beaver-dam. + Now we’re assuming that the creek I’ve mentioned + once ran into the lake just here, that is, before + a snowslide filled up the ravine with debris and diverted + the creek into the other gully, the mouth of + which is—below—the beaver-dam.”</p> + + <p>“You have explained how the water got here, not + how it got away,” said Weston, impatiently.</p> + + <p>“No,” replied Devine. “I haven’t explained either + of them yet; but we’ll get on a little. Once, and I + don’t think it was very long ago, there was a little + water with a creek flowing out of it in this hollow. A + colony of beavers came along and put up their dam + across that creek, and that backed the water up a foot + or two. If you’d skirted this hollow you’d have seen + that it’s tolerably level, and a foot rise would spread + the water quite a way. I want to say that it was + probably a swamp with only grass on it when the + creek ran through it. Well, the beavers liked the + place, and piled up their dam, while the water went + farther and farther back across the swamp. Finally, + the beavers either died off or something drove them + out. It was probably after that that the dam broke + down and the water ran off. Then the snowslide cut + off the creek, and as the hollow dried out the willows + spread across it.”</p> + + <p>Weston could find no fault with this train of reasoning, + which made comparatively plain Grenfell’s + long and unsuccessful search.</p> + + <p>“Yes,” he admitted, “it’s logical, and I think it’s + correct. I believe, from what Grenfell once said, that + he crossed the range to the east of us, not far away, + some years ago with another man, and he must have + <a class="pagenum" id="page261" title="261"></a>noticed this valley. Further, I now feel reasonably + sure that he and I once stood on the shoulder of the + big peak in the southwest and looked right up the hollow.” + He smiled rather grimly. “We naturally saw + nothing. We were looking for a lake that had dried + out.”</p> + + <p>He lay still for a minute or two, and then broached + the subject that both had held in abeyance.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said, “what’s to be done?”</p> + + <p>“Stay here two days,” advised Devine. “Gather + up a load of specimens and try to trace the vein. Then + we’ll put in our stakes, and start right off for the + settlement, to record as many feet of frontage as the + law will allow us. After that, you, as holding the + larger share, will see what can be done about handing + it over to a company, while I come back with provisions + and get the assessment work put in. You’re going + to have mighty little trouble about raising the + money when people see those specimens.”</p> + + <p>He broke off for a moment and glanced back toward + the willows.</p> + + <p>“In a way,” he added, “it’s rough on Grenfell.”</p> + + <p>“Ah,” said Weston, quietly, “neither you nor I can + be sure of that.”</p> + + <p>After that there was silence, and it seemed to both + of them that the shadows crept in closer about their + flickering fire, and that the little wind which sighed + among the pine-tops had grown colder. The camp + seemed strangely empty, and, glancing around from + force of habit once or twice, they realized with a little + start that there was now no third figure sitting beside + the blaze. The man who had made that weary march + with them had taken the unmarked trail.</p> + + <p>It was two days later when they started south. + Reaching a little desolate settlement in due time, without + <a class="pagenum" id="page262" title="262"></a>misadventure, they limped into it, ragged and + dusty, leading the pack-horse, which was very lame. + They stopped outside a little wooden store which had + a kind of rude veranda in front of it, where the + loungers sat on hot afternoons, and a man in a white + shirt and store trousers came out and leaned on the + railing. He had a hard face, and it grew a trifle more + grim as he looked at them, for the light had not quite + gone, although it was late in the evening.</p> + + <p>“Where’s Grenfell?” he asked.</p> + + <p>“Dead,” said Weston.</p> + + <p>The man made a gesture of resignation. He had + acquired his money with some difficulty, and there + was no great trade in that neighborhood, while it not + infrequently happened that his customers failed to pay + him when the Government became economical and + voted no money for the making of roads, which is the + small bush rancher’s chief source of support.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said, “I’m sorry. You’re broke?”</p> + + <p>They certainly looked it, and for a moment Weston + said nothing. He was aware that there was a spice + of cruelty in this, but he was curious to see what the + man would do. It became evident that he could, at + least, face an unpleasant situation with equanimity.</p> + + <p>“Anyway,” he said, “you can come right in, and + I’ll get you some supper. You can put the horse in + Musgrave’s stable yonder.”</p> + + <p>Then, while Devine laughed softly, Weston strode + up to the veranda and thrust a heavy bag into the + storekeeper’s hand.</p> + + <p>“Get a light,” he said, “and look at them.”</p> + + <p>It was ten minutes later when they sat around a + little table in the back store, which smelt unpleasantly + of salt pork and coffee. A big kerosene lamp hung + above their heads, and the storekeeper gazed with almost + <a class="pagenum" id="page263" title="263"></a>incredulous eyes at the litter of broken stones in + front of him.</p> + + <p>“Oh, yes,” he said, “it’s high-grade milling ore. + You’ll say nothing to the boys, and get your record in + to-morrow. Then what’s your program?”</p> + + <p>“I’ll go on to Vancouver and see about getting a + well-known mining man to go up and certify my + statements,” said Weston. “Then I’ll try to raise + sufficient money to make a start with. I ought to get + it there or in Victoria.”</p> + + <p>“No,” said the storekeeper, “you go on to Montreal. + They’ve more money yonder, and it’s good + policy to strike for the place you’re likely to get the + most.”</p> + + <p>“One understands that it’s difficult for the little + man who has a claim to sell to get much for it anywhere,” + said Weston, with a smile.</p> + + <p>The storekeeper straightened himself resolutely in + his chair.</p> + + <p>“That’s a cold fact, but in this case it has to be + done. I got my money hard.” In proof of it he held + up one hand from which three fingers were missing. + “That was the result of working sixteen hours right + off in a one-horse sawmill. We had one light above + the bench, and when I was too played out to see quite + what I was doing I got my hand drawn in. I made + the rest of my pile—it’s a mighty little one—much the + same way, and now I’m holding tight to what is mine. + I provided your outfit, for, crazy as it seemed, I believed + Grenfell’s tale, and I figured that you were + straight men; but I know what generally happens when + the little man goes around the city with a mine to sell.”</p> + + <p>He brought his hand down upon the table with a + bang.</p> + + <p>“You’re going right into Montreal—I’ll find the + <a class="pagenum" id="page264" title="264"></a>money—and you’ll stand off just as long as it seems + advisable for the biggest figure. When this thing’s + floated, we’re going to get our share.”</p> + + <p>Weston, who sat on a packing-case because there + was only one chair, glanced around the store. Its + walls were of undressed pine logs, and it was roofed + with cedar shingles hand-split. There were a few + dozen bags of somebody’s “Early Riser” flour standing + upon what appeared to be kegs of nails, and across + the room odd cases of canned goods, lumps of salt + pork, and a few bags of sugar apparently had been + flung together any way. Building and stock were of + the crudest description, and there was certainly + nothing about either that suggested any degree of + prosperity. Then he glanced at his companions: the + storekeeper, dressed in shirt and trousers of a kind + that no fastidious man would think of wearing, and + Devine, who had worn-out boots and was suggestively + ragged and lean. They did not look the kind of men + who were likely to pit themselves successfully against + opulent financiers and stock-jobbers in Montreal, but + something in their grim faces suggested that at least + they meant to fight.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said, “I’ll start to-morrow, and do what + I can. It’s quite likely that before we put the thing + through we’ll have trouble.”</p> + </div> + <div class="chapter" id="chapter_xxiv"> + <p class="chapter_heading"><a class="pagenum" id="page265" title="265"></a>CHAPTER XXIV</p> + + <h2 class="chapter_title">A QUALIFIED SUCCESS</h2> + + <p><span class="first_word">Ida Stirling</span> was sitting by an open window of + a very artistically-furnished room, with an English + newspaper lying on the little table beside her, and + <i>The Colonist</i>, which is published in British Columbia, + on her knee. She fancied from the writing on the + wrapper that Arabella Kinnaird had sent her the + former, and there was a paragraph in it which had interested + her more than a little.</p> + + <p>Trouble, it seemed, had broken out up a muddy + African river, and a white officer lying sick of fever + at the time had forthwith set off for the scene of it, + with a handful of half-drilled black soldiery. They + had vanished into the steamy bush, and for several + weeks nothing had been heard of them; then, when + those acquainted with the country had decided that + the little detachment had probably been cut off to a + man, half of them had unexpectedly appeared again. + They now carried their leader in a hammock, as he + had been wounded by several pieces of cast-iron fired + out of a gaspipe gun; but they also brought back the + dusky gentlemen who had been responsible for the + abortive rising. Gregory Kinnaird had, it transpired, + blundered into a couple of ambushes, but that, and the + fact that he had marched straight through them, did + not astonish Ida, who was more or less acquainted + with his character. He was, the paper stated, recovering + <a class="pagenum" id="page266" title="266"></a>from his injuries, though it judiciously refrained + from mentioning whether the authorities applauded or + censured him.</p> + + <p>It was not an uncommon story in connection with + the country in question, but it sent a little thrill through + the girl as she read it. The rising from the sick-bed + and the blundering into the ambuscades were so + characteristic of the man. He had recognized what + was expected of him, and had immediately set about + doing it, without any consideration for his safety, or, + indeed, for that of his men. Gregory Kinnaird was + not a man of marked ability, but he was, at least, one + who could be relied on to attempt the carrying out of + a duty he had undertaken, at any cost to himself, and + this is, after all, a good deal to say in the favor of any + man.</p> + + <p>Ida had thought of him with a certain tenderness + during the last half-hour. She liked these simple, + downright men, and fancied that the absence of ostentation + which usually characterized them was essentially + English, though she had certainly met a few in that + country who came under quite a different category. + They were continually posing; men who could not afford + to be natural lest they should give themselves + away. Though she liked him, Gregory Kinnaird had, + however, passed out of her life. There was a good + deal he could have offered her, but, after all, she had + almost as much already in Canada, and it had become + suddenly clear to her, outside of a London ballroom + one evening, that to like the man one would have to + live with was by no means going far enough. She + also admitted that she could have gone considerably + further in the case of the man on whose account + she had been somewhat anxiously turning over <i>The + Colonist</i>, which she had done regularly during the last + <a class="pagenum" id="page267" title="267"></a>few weeks, without, she fancied, her father, who purchased + a good many provincial papers, becoming + aware of it.</p> + + <p>There was, however, once more nothing whatever + in it about the adventures of any prospectors, though + the paper in question now and then detailed such things + at length; and she laid it down with a little sigh of + weariness, for two men, in one of whom she was interested, + had gone up into the wilderness some time + earlier, and nothing apparently had been heard of + them since. Gregory Kinnaird had, it seemed, won + credit as well as blame, serving the Empire under arms + in steamy Africa; but it was, she felt, a sterner and + longer fight the men who were up against it—and she + liked the expressive phrase—made with savage nature + in the west.</p> + + <p>After all, the rush on a rebel stockade was soon + over, while it seemed to her that the march through + the black pine forest, half-fed, with provisions running + out, the sleeping in dripping fern or slushy snow, + and the staggering along the rangeside under a crushing + load for days together, with galled feet and + shoulders that bled beneath the pack-straps, was a + much more difficult matter. Weston, her camp attendant, + had done all these things, and, as very frequently + happened, had so far gained nothing by them. She + was glad that he had done them, for the pride of a + colonizing people was strong in her, but, after all, that + was not why she loved him. Indeed, it was rather + hard to find a reason for the latter fact. The only + thing that mattered was that she admitted it, and now + she was wondering, with an almost torturing anxiety, + whether there would be any news of him in the next + issue of <i>The Colonist</i>.</p> + + <p>Laying aside the paper, she looked out on the city, + <a class="pagenum" id="page268" title="268"></a>which stretched away before her, with its roofs and + spires and towers clear in the evening light, toward + the great gleaming river; but, fair as the prospect was, + her thoughts sped back to the shadowy forests and + towering ranges of the Pacific Slope. As they did so, + her eyes grew curiously soft, for when she had last + looked upon those snow-barred heights the camp-packer + had been at her side. Then she turned with a sudden + start and a swift rush of blood to her face as a + maid announced, “Mr. Weston.”</p> + + <p>It was, however, a moment or two before the man + came in, and she was then mistress of herself, and it + was reassuring to know that if there was anything + dramatic in his appearance at that particular time he + was evidently unaware of it. In fact, he entered the + room as though he had left it just on the previous + day, and, taking her hand, merely held it for perhaps + a second longer than was absolutely necessary. + Then he sat down and inquired after her health and + Stirling’s, at which Ida, who could not help it, laughed. + She did not like effusiveness, but this conventional + formality seemed to her singularly out of place, until + she remembered that she had once or twice already + found the matter-of-fact quietness with which + the man made his appearance and went away again almost + disconcerting. If this had been the result of affectation + it would have been provocative, but, as Ida + was aware, it seldom occurred to the man that anybody + else was greatly interested in his doings. She + felt, however, that he might have made an exception + of her.</p> + + <p>“Where have you come from now?” she asked.</p> + + <p>Weston named a hotel of repute in that city, and, + though this was not the information Ida had desired, + <a class="pagenum" id="page269" title="269"></a>she favored him, unobserved, with a glance of careful + scrutiny. He was attired for once like a prosperous + man, in garments that became him, and, as she had + noticed already, he possessed the knack of wearing + anything just as it should be worn, which, as far as + her observation went, was the particular characteristic + of some Englishmen.</p> + + <p>“Then you are not at Lemoine’s this time?”</p> + + <p>“No,” said Weston, with a whimsical twinkle in + his eyes. “You see, we have at last succeeded in finding + the mine.”</p> + + <p>Ida started. She regretted this, but she was + human, and she knew that the man loved her. It + seemed only reasonable to expect that he would proceed + to make that fact clear to her now that he had found + the mine, but she was a little puzzled about his smile. + It indicated rather too much self-possession for a man + on the verge of a proposal, and she did not know that + since he entered the house he had been endeavoring to + impose a due restraint upon himself.</p> + + <p>“Oh,” she said hastily, “I’m very glad. You found + the mine?”</p> + + <p>“No,” replied Weston, gravely, “Grenfell found + it.”</p> + + <p>“Where is he? Have you brought him with you?”</p> + + <p>“I haven’t,” said Weston, and she noticed the sudden + dropping of his voice, “Grenfell’s dead. He—went + on—the night before we struck the lode up there + in the bush.”</p> + + <p>“Before you struck the lode? But you said he + found it.”</p> + + <p>“Yes,” admitted Weston, quietly, “I think he did.”</p> + + <p>He told her the story in a few forceful words, and + when he had finished, her eyes grew a trifle hazy. She + <a class="pagenum" id="page270" title="270"></a>had sympathy and intuition, and the thought of the + worn-out man lying still forever beside the gold he so + long had sought affected her curiously. Weston, who + felt his heart throb painfully fast as he watched her, + nodded.</p> + + <p>“Yes,” he said, “it was rather pitiful, and there + was a certain ghastly irony in the situation; but, after + all, as he once admitted, there was very little that gold + could have given him.”</p> + + <p>Ida sat silent a moment or two. She was sorry for + Grenfell, but he had, as his comrade said, gone on, and + she was more concerned about the results of his discovery + to those who were left behind.</p> + + <p>“The lode,” Weston added, “is all that he described + it.”</p> + + <p>It cost Ida an effort to sit perfectly calm while she + waited for his next observation. It was, as she recognized, + only his stubborn British pride which had prevented + him from declaring what he felt for her earlier, + and now the obstacle that had counted for most with + him had suddenly been removed. As it happened, + however, he said absolutely nothing.</p> + + <p>“Then you and Devine and that storekeeper are + prosperous men?” she asked.</p> + + <p>Weston laughed in a rather curious fashion, and + when he spoke it was as if he felt that an explanation + of his attitude were due from him.</p> + + <p>“No,” he said, “not yet. In fact, so far we’re + nothing more than three remarkably rash adventurers—little + men of no account—who have set ourselves up + against the big professional company jobbers. We + have won the first round, but that was fought with + nature. It’s comparatively easy to face weariness and + wet and frost when one is used to it, but to fence with + <a class="pagenum" id="page271" title="271"></a>the money handler is quite a different matter. To cry + our wares in the market is a thing to which we’re + wholly new.”</p> + + <p>He had said all that was required to make the situation + reasonably clear to a girl of her understanding. + The battle was less than half won, and it seemed that + he would not claim her unless he came out victor, + which was, in some respects, as she would have it. + Though she now and then chafed at it, she loved the + man’s pride, and what he could win by force she would + not have him purchase with the money that she could + give him. She fancied, however, that if she chose to + exert her strength she could sweep away all the resolutions + he had formed; and she made a little of her + power felt as she turned and looked at him.</p> + + <p>“You feel that you must fight this thing out with + such weapons as you have?” she asked. “I suppose + you wouldn’t allow your friends to provide you with + more efficient ones? I know I have suggested as much + already, and you would not listen, but it would make + success so much easier.”</p> + + <p>It was not remarkably explicit, but Weston, to + some extent at least, understood what she had implied, + and he gazed at her with a curious kindling in his eyes. + She leaned forward in her chair, wonderfully alluring, + with a suggestive softness in her face, and he felt his + resolution deserting him. It was clear to the girl, who + watched every change of his expression, that the issue + of the moment was in her hands, and had he told her + that the rest of the struggle he was engaged in would + be fought out in the snow-bound ranges where men + not infrequently died, she would have exerted all her + strength. As it was, however, and because of her + pride in him, she suddenly determined that she would + <a class="pagenum" id="page272" title="272"></a>let him win his spurs. Though it was beyond defining, + there was a subtle change in her manner when she + leaned back in her chair.</p> + + <p>“I think,” said Weston, “the first course you mentioned + is the only one open to me.”</p> + + <p>The words did not cost him as great an effort as + they would have a moment or two earlier. He felt + that in the meanwhile something had snapped and the + tension had suddenly slackened. This was a vast relief + to him, and he had recovered a good deal of his + composure when the girl spoke again.</p> + + <p>“Still,” she said, “you evidently have no great + liking for the market-place.”</p> + + <p>“I’m afraid I haven’t,” admitted Weston, with a + little laugh. “After all, when one has seen how some + of these mining syndicates and mortgage companies + get in their work, a certain prejudice against such + things isn’t quite unnatural.”</p> + + <p>“Ah,” said Ida, who had now decided that the conversation + must be kept within safe limits, “you don’t, + however, mind using the shovel.”</p> + + <p>Weston was quite ready to follow the lead she had + given him.</p> + + <p>“What are we to do when we come out here?” he + asked, with an air of whimsical reflection. “Half of + us have no professions, and we haven’t a trade. They + bring us up to take life easily, and then, when some + accident pitches us out into the Colonies, it’s rather a + shock to discover that nobody seems to have any use + for us. As a matter of fact, I don’t blame your sawmill + bosses, your railroad men and your ranchers, considering + that it takes several years to learn how to + chop a tree, and that to keep pace with an average + construction gang is a liberal education.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page273" title="273"></a>Ida laughed. The further they got away from the + crisis now the better she would be pleased.</p> + + <p>“I fancy there’s still a notion in the old country + that the well-brought-up young Englishman excels at + anything he cares to undertake, even if it’s only manual + labor,” she said.</p> + + <p>“Oh, yes,” laughed Weston, “I’ve heard it. Let + them keep such notions over yonder if it pleases them. + One naturally likes to think we’re as good as the rest, + and perhaps we’re warranted, but it seems to me that + the man of equal muscle raised to swing the ax and + shovel is going to beat the one who’s new to it every + time.”</p> + + <p>“But the pride of caste!” said Ida. “Doesn’t + that count? Doesn’t success even at such things as + track-laying or chopping trees depend on moral <em>as</em> + well as physical strength?”</p> + + <p>“I think with most of us courage is largely a matter + of experience,” said Weston. “We learn to know + what can’t hurt us and to avoid the things that can. + As to the other kind, the man who hazards his life and + limbs in half-propped wild-cat adits, or running logs + down the rapids, is hardly likely to be less cool in a + tight place than the one who has never been accustomed + to anything of the kind.”</p> + + <p>He was evidently expatiating on this subject merely + because he felt that it was safe ground, but Ida, + who partly agreed with what he said, felt that, after + all, there was probably something in the insular English + notion that he was too proud to uphold. This + man, at least, possessed a courage that made him willing + to carry the fight into the market-place with wholly + unaccustomed weapons, and a pride that impelled him + to lay a stern restraint upon his passion. She fancied + <a class="pagenum" id="page274" title="274"></a>that there were men in Canada who would not have + been deterred by her money had they wished to marry + her, and, for that matter, one or two in England had + delicately permitted the fact to become apparent. In + the meanwhile she had decided that he should have his + wish. It would perhaps be possible to offer support in + some shape later on, if it became apparent that he was + badly beaten.</p> + + <p>“I suppose it is not a very easy matter to dispose + of an undeveloped mine?” she inquired.</p> + + <p>Weston smiled rather dryly.</p> + + <p>“It can be done without much trouble if you’re + content to give the thing away, but it’s rather different + if you wish to sell it. In fact, until the last week I’d + no idea how hard the latter was.”</p> + + <p>“Then you have been here a week?”</p> + + <p>There was a hint of reproach in her tone, and + Weston, who understood her to mean that she was a + little astonished that he had not presented himself + earlier, realized that here was an opportunity that he + might have profited by had he only succeeded in selling + the mine. As it was, he let it pass, for he felt that if + once he let himself go he would probably say a good + deal more than was advisable.</p> + + <p>“Yes,” he said, with a laugh. “Still, at the rate + I’m progressing, several months will hardly see me + through.”</p> + + <p>Ida had formed a reasonably accurate notion of + what was in his mind, and she was half vexed with + him and half pleased. He was, at least, consistent, + and meant to persist in the attitude he had adopted; + but it was significant that he evidently was afraid to + venture an inch outside his defenses. After all, she decided + that it was probably advisable that he should + remain behind them in the meanwhile. It was, however, + <a class="pagenum" id="page275" title="275"></a>more or less of a relief to her when her father + came in. He did not appear in the least astonished to + see Weston, and shook hands with him as though it + were the most natural thing to find him sitting there.</p> + + <p>“Business in this city?” he asked.</p> + + <p>“Yes,” said Weston, “I’ve been endeavoring to + sell a mine.”</p> + + <p>“Then you struck the lode?”</p> + + <p>“I’ve been abusing Miss Stirling’s good-nature with + an account of how we did it.”</p> + + <p>Stirling made a little gesture that might have meant + anything, but Ida was pleased with the fact that he + expressed no astonishment. It seemed to her that he + had expected Weston to succeed, and she knew that + he was very seldom wrong in his estimate of any man’s + character. She made some excuse and left them together; + and when the door closed behind her Stirling + turned to Weston.</p> + + <p>“If you’ll come along to my room I’ll give you a + cigar,” he said. “Then, if you feel like it, you can + tell me about the thing.”</p> + </div> + <div class="chapter" id="chapter_xxv"> + <p class="chapter_heading"><a class="pagenum" id="page276" title="276"></a>CHAPTER XXV</p> + + <h2 class="chapter_title">STIRLING GIVES ADVICE</h2> + + <p><span class="first_word">The</span> contractor lay back in an easy-chair when he + had lighted a cigar, and watched Weston, who + glanced with evident interest around the room. Its + furniture consisted of very little besides a roll-top desk + and a couple of chairs, but the walls were hung with + drawings of machines and large-scale maps, which had + projected railroad routes traced across them. An + Englishman, as a rule, endeavors, with a success + which varies in accordance with his temperament, to + leave his business behind him when he goes home, but + across the Atlantic the man of affairs usually thinks + and talks of nothing else. As one result of this he has + very little time to discuss the concerns of other people, + which is apt to become a habit of those who have very + few of their own. Stirling was, however, for private + reasons willing to make an exception of Weston in this + respect, and when he noticed how the latter’s eyes + rested on two or three models of machines which stood + on a shelf near him, he took down one of them.</p> + + <p>“I bought up the patent rights of that thing,” he + said. “As you see, it’s a power excavator, and, while + it works all right in loose stuff and gravel, the two I + have on the Mule Deer road have been giving me + trouble.”</p> + + <p>Weston, who was deeply interested, laid the machine + on his knee and spun it round once or twice.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page277" title="277"></a>“The elevator buckets are the weak point,” he said. + “They won’t deliver stiff, wet spoil freely.”</p> + + <p>Stirling’s nod was very expressive, in that it suggested + that he had expected his companion to locate + the cause of trouble.</p> + + <p>“You’ve hit it,” he said, and opening the desk took + out a little model of an excavator bucket, beautifully + made in burnished copper, and another one more rudely + fashioned out of bent card. He handed Weston the + former.</p> + + <p>“That’s a rather famous man’s idea,” he added, + with a little dry smile. “I had to leave the thing to my + secretary when I was west. I’ve tried it on the Mule + Deer road, and I’m not quite satisfied. The other’s + one that I’ve been thinking over.”</p> + + <p>Weston looked at both the models, and then, taking + up the card one, unfolded it, and, after paring part of + it away with his knife, bent it into a slightly different + shape.</p> + + <p>“I think that should meet the purpose. I once + worked under the engineer of a very similar machine + for a month or two,” he said.</p> + + <p>Stirling picked up the model and examined it carefully + before he replaced it in the roll-top desk, which + he shut with a snap.</p> + + <p>“Do you feel like taking a hundred dollars for the + notion?” he asked.</p> + + <p>“I’d rather make you a present of it,” said Weston, + quietly.</p> + + <p>“Well,” laughed Stirling, “I’ll take it. My secretary + paid the other man a good deal more than that + for the copper one, and it won’t do quite what is + wanted. If that man had run an excavator in the + mud and rain I guess he’d have made it different. He + <a class="pagenum" id="page278" title="278"></a>sits tight in a smart office, and tries to remember what + they taught him twenty years ago in the erecting shop.”</p> + + <p>It seemed to Weston that there was a good deal to + be said for this point of view, though it was a matter + which did not concern him. His companion’s manner + was friendly, and to some extent familiar, but Weston + had already had an uneasy feeling in his presence that + he was being carefully weighed, or measured, by an + astonishingly accurate standard. His only defense, he + decided, was to be perfectly natural, and in this he was + judicious, as the assumption of any knowledge or qualities + he did not possess would in all probability have + been promptly detected. He said nothing, which is + a very excellent rule when one does not know what to + say, and Stirling changed the subject when he spoke + again.</p> + + <p>“So you have found the mine and come here to sell + it,” he observed. “I guess you have had the usual experience?”</p> + + <p>“I don’t quite know what is usual,” said Weston, + with a smile. “Still, I’ve been round this city with a + bag of what people admit are rather promising specimens + of milling ore, and I certainly haven’t succeeded + in selling the mine yet.”</p> + + <p>“The trouble is that the specimens might have been + obtained from anywhere,” said Stirling, dryly.</p> + + <p>“There’s one concern anyway in whose case the + objection does not apply. I got a telegram from my + partner, the storekeeper, to the effect that the Hogarth + Combine had sent up Van Staten from Vancouver to + inspect the lode. I gather that one of the boys spotted + him, though he meant to do it quietly. The fact that + he didn’t announce his name is rather suggestive. You + can read the message.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page279" title="279"></a>He took it from his pocket and handed it to Stirling, + who wrinkled his brows.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he observed, “what Van Staten says goes. + Very few of the big concerns would hesitate to purchase + when he was satisfied with the thing. That + storekeeper seems quite a smart man. The Hogarth + people have, no doubt, made you an offer since then?”</p> + + <p>“Four thousand dollars, all rights, and they’ll meet + expenses while I put in the assessment work and do + all that’s necessary to get title from the Crown. They + were kind enough to say that it was rather a hazardous + venture, but they wanted another workable reef to + round up their mineral properties. The reason seemed + a little vague.”</p> + + <p>Stirling smiled rather grimly. “They want everything + they can get their hands on in the shape of a + mineral property, as long as it costs them ’most nothing. + What did you tell them?”</p> + + <p>“That they’d have to go up six times, anyway, before + I considered the thing, and then I’d want half + payment in ordinary stock. They asked if I meant to + stick to that, and I said I did.”</p> + + <p>“Then,” asserted Stirling, “you’re going to have + some trouble in keeping that mine. The Hogarth + people have frozen out more than one little man who + didn’t want to part with his property. They’re said + to be quite smart at it, and there are various ways of + getting hold of you.”</p> + + <p>He studied Weston’s face and saw it harden, + which, as a matter of fact, rather pleased him. The + stubbornness which had sent this young man back up + the range, aching in every limb, with one boot full of + blood—and Stirling had heard that story—was now, + it seemed, impelling him into a struggle with a group + <a class="pagenum" id="page280" title="280"></a>of remarkably clever and powerful mining financiers. + The successful contractor appreciated ability, especially + when it was of the practical order, but perhaps he + was right in rating character higher.</p> + + <p>“Yes,” said Weston quietly, “I quite expect that + will be the case.”</p> + + <p>“Have you had any other offer?”</p> + + <p>“Wannop made me a conditional one. Pending + investigation, he talks of floating a company here or + in London. After the success of the Hazleton and + Long Divide concern, he says they’re disposed to regard + British Columbian ventures favorably yonder. + If it goes through, I’d have to take most of the vendor’s + payment in shares, which I’m quite ready to do. + That’s a rough sketch of the scheme, sir, but in the + meanwhile it’s only tentative.”</p> + + <p>Stirling perused the paper handed him with close + attention; and before he answered he lighted another + cigar.</p> + + <p>“Wannop’s straight, but he and his friends are little + men,” he said at length. “You’d have the Hogarth + Combine right on to you in London. One or two of + their subsidiary concerns are registered there. Now, + I don’t know whether they really want your mine, but + supposing they do, and you won’t sell out to them, + I guess you have some idea of what their game would + be?”</p> + + <p>“I’m afraid I haven’t, sir.”</p> + + <p>“Well,” said Stirling, “you’ll be fortunate if you + get half your authorized capital applied for, and it + would be quite an easy thing for the Hogarth people to + send somebody on to the market to sell your stock + down. That would freeze off any other investors from + coming in, and scare those who had applied for stock + into selling. You can’t put up a crushing and reducing + <a class="pagenum" id="page281" title="281"></a>plant without a pile of money, and dams and flumes + for water-power would cost ’most as much; but you’d + have to have them, for you could never pack your ore + out to a smelter through the kind of country you have + described to me. Now, unless you could get money + enough to start clear with, the concern is bound to cave + in. Then somebody acting for the Combine would + quietly buy it up.”</p> + + <p>He broke off for a moment and looked hard at + Weston.</p> + + <p>“Suppose those people let you feel their hand and + then make you a rather higher offer? What are you + going to do?”</p> + + <p>“Disregard it,” said Weston, quietly.</p> + + <p>Stirling nodded in a manner which suggested that + this was what he had expected.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said, “I guess that’s the course most + likely to appeal to a man constituted as you seem to + be. But the question is, are you tough enough to see + it through? It’s one that may cost you a good deal.”</p> + + <p>“I don’t know,” said Weston. “I can only find + out by trying.”</p> + + <p>It appeared from his companion’s manner that the + answer pleased him.</p> + + <p>“Now,” he said, “are you open to take advice or + help from me?”</p> + + <p>Weston met his gaze, which was now unpleasantly + steady.</p> + + <p>“Advice, sir,” he answered. “I’m afraid I couldn’t + take help.”</p> + + <p>“From me?” said Stirling, dryly, with an emphasis + on the last word which brought the blood to Weston’s + cheek. “Well, you can come for the advice on any + matter of detail when you feel like it. In a general + way I can only throw out one suggestion now, and it’s + <a class="pagenum" id="page282" title="282"></a>at variance with the views you seem to hold. Go over + to the Hogarth people, and make the most reasonable + terms you can with them.”</p> + + <p>“That’s what you would do in my place?” Weston + asked, with a twinkle in his eyes.</p> + + <p>“I’ve been a blame fool once or twice in my time,” + Stirling admitted. “It’s curious that it didn’t cost + me quite as much as most people expected. Still, what + I’ve given you is excellent advice.”</p> + + <p>He waved his hand as though to indicate that he + had closed the subject, but when Weston took his departure + half an hour later the contractor looked remarkably + thoughtful.</p> + + <p>“If he weren’t up against the Hogarth Combine he + and Wannop might put that scheme through,” he + mused. “As it is, I guess one way or another I’ve got + to help him out.”</p> + + <p>Then he rose and descended to the room where his + daughter was.</p> + + <p>“I’ve had an interesting talk with Mr. Weston,” + he said indifferently. “That’s quite a smart young + man, but I guess one could call him a little obstinate.”</p> + + <p>Ida smiled at this, though she suspected her father’s + observation was not quite as casual as it seemed.</p> + + <p>“Yes,” she said, “in some respects I think he is. + But how has he made that clear to you?”</p> + + <p>Stirling, sitting down opposite her, laughed.</p> + + <p>“He’s had an offer for his mine that most of the + bush prospectors would have jumped at, and if he’d + played his cards judiciously the people who made it + would no doubt have doubled it. I suggested that + course to him, but it wasn’t any use. Mr. Weston is + one of the men who can’t make a compromise.”</p> + + <p>“Isn’t that a reasonable attitude? He presumably + wants his rights.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page283" title="283"></a>“The little man,” observed Stirling, “has no rights + that he isn’t prepared to hold on to in a rather uneven + fight. With Weston it’s all or nothing, and just now + I don’t quite know which he’ll get. He and his partners + will have to stake everything they own on a very + uncertain game.”</p> + + <p>“Hasn’t everybody who goes into business speculations + to do that now and then?”</p> + + <p>“No,” said Stirling, reflectively, “I don’t think + they have. Quite often the people who deal with them + have to face part of the hazard. In a general way + they’ve something to fall back on if they’re men of + position: the money they’ve settled on their wives, a + name that would get them credit on the market, or + friends who’d give them a lift if they came down with + a bang. Now, that young man has nothing. If he + fails, he won’t have a dollar to get out of this city with, + for the mine won’t count. He can’t even hold it unless + he puts in his assessment work on it, and he couldn’t + do that without something to live on in the meanwhile. + He hasn’t a friend in Canada from whom he could + borrow a dollar.”</p> + + <p>Ida said nothing, and Stirling added, as if in explanation:</p> + + <p>“I might be willing to give him a lift if it were + absolutely necessary, but it seems that he’s quite determined + not to take a favor from me. He didn’t offer + me any reason for adopting that attitude.”</p> + + <p>He looked at the girl rather curiously, and she + noticed the significance of his last sentence. Stirling + had not said that he was unacquainted with Weston’s + reason, but he seemed to be waiting for her to make + a suggestion, and she found the situation embarrassing.</p> + + <p>“Well,” she said, “he probably has one that seems + sufficient to him.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page284" title="284"></a>Stirling said nothing further on the subject, and + presently went out and left her; but her expression + changed when he had done so, and she sat very still, + with one hand tightly closed, for she now realized + what the cost of her lover’s defeat might be. In his + case it would not mean a grapple with temporary difficulties, + or a curtailing of unnecessary luxuries, but + disaster complete and irretrievable, perhaps for years. + If he failed, he would vanish out of her life; and it + was becoming rapidly clear that, however hard pressed + he might be, there was, after all, no way in which she + could help him. The unyielding pride or stubbornness + which animated him at length appeared an almost hateful + thing.</p> + + <p>Ida did not sleep particularly well that night, and + when she went down to breakfast rather late the next + morning there was a letter beside her plate. She + looked up at her father when she had opened it.</p> + + <p>“Susan Frisingham is coming here from Toronto + for a day or two before she goes back to New York,” + she said. “She suggests taking me back with her.”</p> + + <p>“Ah!” said Stirling, with a barely perceptible trace + of dryness. “You don’t want to go just now?”</p> + + <p>Ida flashed another glance at him, and noticed the + faint twinkle in his eyes. She felt almost disconcerted, + for it suggested comprehension, and she certainly did + not want to go. She could, it seemed, do nothing to + help the man she loved, and, for that matter, she could + scarcely encourage or sympathize with him openly, but + she would not seek pleasure elsewhere while he fought + out the unequal struggle alone.</p> + + <p>“No,” she said, “I should much rather stay here.”</p> + + <p>“As you like,” said Stirling, who shortly afterward + departed for the city.</p> + + <p>Mrs. Frisingham was a rich widow and a distant + <a class="pagenum" id="page285" title="285"></a>connection of Stirling’s. She arrived that day, and + on the following day contrived to spend a few minutes + alone with Stirling when he came home from business.</p> + + <p>“I wanted to take Ida back with me, and I’m a + little astonished that she won’t hear of it,” she said.</p> + + <p>“In that case, I’m afraid the notion can’t be carried + out,” said Stirling.</p> + + <p>“Isn’t it rather a pity?” suggested the lady.</p> + + <p>Stirling seemed to consider this. The two were + old friends, in spite of the fact that Mrs. Frisingham, + who now and then spent a few weeks in Montreal, had + made several determined attempts to regulate the contractor’s + domestic affairs. She described him to her + friends as pig-headed, and added that if it had not + been for his daughter she would have given up all idea + of making him listen to reason. Stirling, on his part, + said that she no doubt had excellent intentions, but so + had a good many people who contrived to make a considerable + amount of unnecessary trouble.</p> + + <p>“I wonder why you want her at New York?” he + asked.</p> + + <p>He had, as his companion was aware, a somewhat + Unpleasant habit of going straight to the point, but on + this occasion she was disposed to meet him.</p> + + <p>“Do you mind telling me what you mean to do + with the girl?”</p> + + <p>“No,” said Stirling. “I want to keep her with me + just as long as she’s willing to stay; but I suppose I + can stand it if she marries somebody by and by.”</p> + + <p>“That,” said the lady, “is just the point. You + would naturally prefer him to be an eligible person. + Now, if you let me have her for a while I could promise + that she would meet nobody who didn’t answer + that description.”</p> + + <p>Stirling laughed. He had suspected her intention + <a class="pagenum" id="page286" title="286"></a>all along, and surmised that her offer was prompted + partly by good-nature and partly by a recognition of + the fact that the presence of a young woman of considerable + wealth, who was beautiful as well as otherwise + gifted, would increase the popularity of the receptions + over which she was fond of presiding.</p> + + <p>“I’m not quite sure her views and yours would + coincide,” he said. “Anyway, she has been in New + York before—and in England, for that matter.”</p> + + <p>Mrs. Frisingham adroitly shifted her point of attack, + and it almost appeared, though Stirling could not + tell how, that she had heard of the camp-packer.</p> + + <p>“Don’t you think there’s a certain danger of her + going through the wood and choosing the crooked + stick after all?” she asked.</p> + + <p>Stirling smiled. “I don’t know that you could call + New York or London a wood. A hothouse would be + nearer it,” he said with an air of reflection. “Still, to + fall in with the simile, there are no doubt plenty of + sticks in both places, just as there are right here in this + city. In fact,” and his eyes twinkled suspiciously, “I’m + not quite sure that isn’t an excellent name for them. + Quite a few are nicely varnished, and in a general way + they’ve hall-marked gold or silver tops. The hallmark, + however, guarantees only the trimmings, and + from one or two specimens that I’ve come across I’ve + a suspicion that in some cases the timber’s rotten. + When you choose a stick you want a sound one—one + that you can lean on when you face a hill, and I guess + that’s a thing my girl will have to do now and then.”</p> + + <p>His tone had grown a trifle graver as he went on, + but his companion waited, feeling that he had a little + more to say, and that he might offer her a hint of some + kind, as, in fact, he presently did.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page287" title="287"></a>“The sound sticks don’t grow in stove-warmed + houses, but out in the wind and sun,” he said.</p> + + <p>That was sufficient for Mrs. Frisingham, who had + rather more than a suspicion that Stirling already had + in his mind somebody who had not been bred in the + city. An unknown man who built new railroad bridges + in the wilderness, or a bush rancher, it seemed most + probable.</p> + + <p>“Well,” she said, “I might perhaps warn you that + the right choice is a rather serious matter, and that, + after all, it’s wiser to consider the opinions—call them + prejudices if you like—of your own order.”</p> + + <p>“When my daughter chooses,” said the contractor, + smiling, “she’ll choose wisely, and I’m going to be satisfied. + I’ve had the pleasure of reassuring another lady + on that point already. As to the other matter, the + opinions of people of the station to which I now belong + don’t count for much with me. For quite a long while + they were dead against my getting here at all; but I + did work that this country wanted done, and I’m where + I am. You don’t expect me to alter my views out of + deference to them?”</p> + + <p>He broke off for a moment, and nodded to her + pleasantly as he went on again.</p> + + <p>“We’re old friends, Susan, and I guess you mean + to be kind; but I’ve been warned before, and it didn’t + affect me much,” he said. “If Ida wants to go back + with you she may, but we’ll leave it at that.”</p> + + <p>He turned away, and, strolling into his own room, + he took out the card model of the excavator bucket + which Weston had altered, and examined it critically.</p> + + <p>“Yes,” he said, “it will do its work. I guess that’s + characteristic of the man.”</p> + </div> + <div class="chapter" id="chapter_xxvi"> + <p class="chapter_heading"><a class="pagenum" id="page288" title="288"></a>CHAPTER XXVI</p> + + <h2 class="chapter_title">THE JUMPERS</h2> + + <p><span class="first_word">Saunders</span>, the storekeeper, lay outside the little + tent, with the pungent pine-wood smoke drifting + past him and his feet toward the fire, while dusk crept + up the range and a wonderful stillness settled down + upon the lonely valley. His hands were badly blistered, + and he was aching in every limb, while some of his + knuckles had the flesh torn off them, for Devine had + brought a heavy hammer down on them several times + that day instead of on the drill. For all that, he lay + beside the fire in the drowsy state of physical content + which is not infrequently experienced by those who + have just enjoyed an ample meal after a long day of + strenuous labor in the open air. However, as Saunders + had reasons for believing that the result of the latter + would in due time prove to be eminently satisfactory, + the sensation was in his case perhaps a little more pronounced + than usual.</p> + + <p>He was not more than healthfully weary, and there + was an exhilarating quality in the sweet, cool air, + which was heavy with the smell of the firs, while the + wonderful green transparency generally to be seen + after sunset among the mountains of that land still + glimmered behind the peaks on one side of the valley. + The rest of the hollow was wrapped in creeping + shadow against which the nearest pines stood out in + dusky ranks. Saunders raised himself on one elbow + <a class="pagenum" id="page289" title="289"></a>and gazed at them reflectively before he turned to + Devine, who was sitting near him. They had been + hard at work on the mineral claims of the Grenfell + Consolidated for the last few days.</p> + + <p>“This camping in the woods would be quite nice + if one could prowl round with the rifle instead of + pounding the drill,” he said, and then paused to glance + ruefully at one of his battered hands. “Anyway, I + don’t know that I shouldn’t just as soon do that as to + hold it.”</p> + + <p>“Sorry,” said Devine. “Still, you’ve done some + shooting. We brought up a box of cartridges and now + we haven’t one. What you want is a single-shot rifle, + or a deer that will stand still.”</p> + + <p>Saunders turned and pointed to the dismembered + carcass that hung from a fir branch close at hand.</p> + + <p>“I got that one on the run, and there was a time + when I’d have had one for every ca’tridge, instead of + plugging Marlin bullets into trees. It was a sport I was + meant for.” He paused and sighed. “I’ve had to be + a sawmill hand and a storekeeper.”</p> + + <p>Devine grinned at this.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said, “you’ve raked more money out of + pork and sugar than I have out of surveying. For that + matter, you’ve got most of mine; and you’re better off + than I am, because the store’s still running.”</p> + + <p>“Oh, yes,” said his companion, with a sardonic + smile, “it’s being run by Jim from Okanagan, and he’ll + have the boys round in the back store evenings sampling + cheese and eating crackers while they help him. + They’re kind of curious insects, and it’s a blame pity I + never remembered to put those Vancouver invoices + where they wouldn’t lay hands on them, for there’ll + sure be trouble when I get back again. You have got + to strike people for full prices when they don’t always + <a class="pagenum" id="page290" title="290"></a>meet their bills. Anyway, the man who spreads himself + out on jobs that don’t strictly belong to him is + bound to find it cost him something.”</p> + + <p>It was significant that he spoke of going back; but + both he and Devine admitted that possibility. The + mine was theirs, and they certainly meant to keep it + if they could, though they recognized that this might + be difficult. As a matter of fact, a reef or lode mine + is of almost as much immediate use to a poor man as + a sewing-machine would be to a naked savage. He + cannot get out the ore without sinking a shaft or + driving an adit, which, in the general way, means the + hiring of labor and the purchase of costly machines. + Then, when that is done, he must put up a stamp-mill + and reducing plant, or arrange for transport by pack-horse + to somebody who has one, which is a very expensive + matter in a mountainous land where roads + have still to be cut. As the result of this, he must in + the first place go round and beg the assistance of men + with money to spare; and the latter, as a rule, insist + on his handing over the mine before parting with any + of their money. There are also means of putting pressure + on the reluctant seller, and the usual code of + morals does not seem to be considered as strictly applicable + to a mining deal.</p> + + <p>“Well,” said Devine, at length, “we have still a + good deal of drilling to do, and unless you’re smarter + with the hammer than I am we’ll want new hands before + we’re through.”</p> + + <p>“We hold three claims, and that means quite a + lot of assessment work for you and me to put in,” + Saunders said. “Besides, you’ll have to go down and + straighten up things with the Gold Commissioner.”</p> + + <p>Devine made a sign of concurrence. When he + had staked off the claims with Weston he had been + <a class="pagenum" id="page291" title="291"></a>more concerned about tracing the lode than anything + else, and it had not occurred to him that they might + be contested, as it certainly should have done. As the + result of this, he had neglected one or two usual precautions, + and when he filed his record he had not been + as exact as was advisable in supplying bearings that + would fix the precise limits of the holdings.</p> + + <p>“Yes,” he said, “now that I’ve made a second survey, + I’ll take the back trail in a day or two. The stakes + are planted just where they should be, but the description + I gave the Commissioner wasn’t quite as precise + as I should have made it; and, as the thing stands, I’m + not sure we’d have much to go upon if anybody pulled + up our stakes and swung our claim a little off the lode. + Anyway, I don’t quite see why the Commissioner + shouldn’t pass my survey to count for assessment + work.”</p> + + <p>The firelight fell on Saunders’ face, and he looked + thoughtful. Though the thing is by no means common, + claims have been jumped in that country—that + is, occupied by men who surreptitiously or forcibly + oust the rightful owner on the ground that he has not + done the work required by law, or has been inaccurate + in his record.</p> + + <p>“I guess you’d better go down to-morrow when the + boys come up,” he said. “It’s a fact that Van Staten + went over to Cedar to see the Gold Commissioner, and + from what one of the boys told me he had quite a long + talk with him. Van Staten’s straight, but it would be + part of his duty to examine our record and mention it + to the people who sent him up to investigate.” He + paused and spread out his hands. “I wouldn’t stake + my last dollar on the honesty of any of them.”</p> + + <p>“The boys would start when they got the news you + sent them,” said Devine.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page292" title="292"></a>Saunders smiled ruefully. He felt reasonably certain + that every man in the settlement would abandon + his occupation when he heard the message they had + sent by an Indian they met on the trail soon after they + started. Saunders, it must be admitted, had not sent + it until Devine insisted on his doing so, for, as he + shrewdly said, there was not a great deal of the lode + that could be economically worked available, and he + wanted to make quite sure that the Grenfell properties + were on the richest of it, while the boys would be better + employed working on their ranches and buying things + from him than worrying over profitless claims. He + added that if the latter broke them he would in all + probability never recover what they owed him.</p> + + <p>“They’ll be here, sure, bringing as much of my + pork and flour as they can pack along,” he said. “It’s + quite likely Jim won’t have raised thirty dollars among + the crowd of them.”</p> + + <p>“Well,” said Devine, “if I’m to take the trail tomorrow + I’m going right under my blanket now.”</p> + + <p>He rolled it round him and lay down on a pile of + spruce twigs outside the tent. The dew was rather + heavy, but he was young and strong, and it is a luxury + to sleep in the open in that elixir-like mountain air. + He went to sleep at once, and it was evidently early + morning when Saunders awakened him, for the moon, + which had not cleared the eastern peaks when he lay + down, was now high in the heavens. He sprang to his + feet, and stood a moment or two shivering a little as + he looked about him. It was very cold, and the little + open space where the tent stood was flooded with silvery + light, though here and there the shadows of the + firs fell athwart it black as ink and sharp as a fretwork + cut in ebony. Then he saw Saunders close beside him, + fumbling with the magazine of his repeating-rifle.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page293" title="293"></a>“Not a blame ca’tridge left! You’d better take the + ax along,” he said.</p> + + <p>“The ax?” queried Devine, who was a little startled + as well as puzzled.</p> + + <p>Saunders pointed to the shadowy bush.</p> + + <p>“Sure,” he said. “It’s jumpers!”</p> + + <p>That was enough for Devine. He flashed a glance + at his companion. Saunders possessed the huckster’s + heart, and took pleasure in selling indifferent pork and + third-grade flour at the highest prices he could possibly + extort. The clink of the dollar was music to him; + but it was perfectly clear that he could hold his own, + on occasion, with a very tenacious hand. The man + was resolutely quiet and evidently quite ready to meet + the jumpers with an empty rifle.</p> + + <p>For the next few moments Devine stood listening + with strained attention. At first he could hear nothing + except a little breeze that sighed among the tops of the + firs, but by and by he became sensible of a stealthy + rustling somewhere in the shadows. Then a branch + snapped with a sharp distinctness that set his heart + beating a good deal faster than was comfortable. + Making a sign to Saunders, he strode back to the tent + and picked up the ax.</p> + + <p>After that they set out together down the little + trail that led past the willows to the lode, slipping as + silently as possible through the shadows, though now + and then a stone clinked beneath their feet, or a stick + or twig snapped as they passed, with a sound that + seemed startlingly loud. Nobody, however, seemed to + hear them, and at last they sank down amidst a brake + of tall fern near a little, neatly-squared stake which + had been driven into the soil. The brake was in black + shadow, but a broad patch of moonlight fell on the + green carpet of wineberries a yard or two away. The + <a class="pagenum" id="page294" title="294"></a>rustling had ceased, and they could hear nothing for + several anxious minutes; then it commenced again. A + man floundering through that kind of bush makes considerable + noise, even when it is daylight and he can + see where he is going. Then one of the jumpers, who + apparently had fallen into a clump of thorns, broke + out into half-smothered expletives, and there was a + soft laugh, evidently from a comrade.</p> + + <p>“Looking for the stake,” said Saunders with a + rather grim chuckle. “They mean to put the work + through before they come round to call on us. As far + as I can figure, there can’t be more than four of them.”</p> + + <p>That appeared to Devine quite enough, but he recognized + the necessity for a determined opposition. + He knew that he had framed his record before the Gold + Commissioner, and that it would not be difficult for + the men who pulled up that stake to swing his claim a + little off the richest of the lead. This would give them + an opportunity for staking off a good deal of the strip + he meant to hold, and once they took possession it + would be a case of proving them wrong; and when it + came to testimony, they were two to one. He felt + sincerely sorry that Saunders had not sent the boys + word of his discovery a little earlier.</p> + + <p>In the meanwhile the rustling had ceased once + more, and Devine felt the silence react upon his nerves. + What the strangers were doing he could not tell, but + he fancied that they must be consulting together somewhere + among the trees. He felt that it would be a vast + relief if he could only see them; and he glanced around + at Saunders. The latter crouched among the dewy + fern, impassively still, a blurred, shadowy object, with + the rifle across his knees.</p> + + <p>Then the crackling of undergrowth commenced + again, and Devine fancied that he could distinguish the + <a class="pagenum" id="page295" title="295"></a>movements of four men. He heard the fern rustle close + behind him, and saw that his companion had raised + himself a trifle. The latter appeared to be gazing into + the bush, and looking around sharply the surveyor + started as a figure materialized out of the gloom where + the moonlight streamed down between the trees not + far away. The man stood amidst the silvery radiance, + and Devine was relieved to notice that he had nothing + in his hand. Then he turned partly around, and his + voice reached the pair who watched him.</p> + + <p>“Have you struck it yet?” he asked.</p> + + <p>An invisible man replied that he had not yet found + whatever he was searching for; and in another moment + a sharp snapping suggested that a third stranger + was floundering through the bush. He came into + sight close by the first and stopped.</p> + + <p>“I can’t strike that post,” he said. “The bush down + that way is black as pitch. Guess I’ll have to look + for a pine-knot and get a light.”</p> + + <p>“They’d hear you chopping,” said the man who + had appeared first. “The tent’s just back there among + the firs. We have got to have that post shifted before + they know we are about.”</p> + + <p>There was no doubt as to who it was that he referred + to, and Devine saw Saunders hitch himself forward + a little.</p> + + <p>“If I’d only three or four ca’tridges!” he said half + aloud.</p> + + <p>Devine sympathized with him. His comrade was + a very indifferent shot, but it would have been a relief + to feel that they had something besides the ax to fall + back on as a last resort. Firearms, as he was aware, + are seldom made use of in a dispute in British Columbia, + but, for all that, men have now and then been + rather badly injured during an altercation over a mineral + <a class="pagenum" id="page296" title="296"></a>claim. At close quarters a shovel or a big hammer + is apt to prove an effective weapon.</p> + + <p>Then, and neither was afterward quite sure how it + happened, Saunders lost his balance and fell forward + amidst the fern. He did not do it noiselessly, and one + of the two jumpers sprang backward a pace.</p> + + <p>“Somebody in that clump of fern,” he said, and + then apparently recovered a little from his alarm. + “It’s that blame fool Charley.”</p> + + <p>There was no longer any possibility of concealment, + and Saunders suddenly stood up in the moonlight + which had crept close up to the brake, a tall, + gaunt figure with the rifle glinting at his hip.</p> + + <p>“It’s not,” he said laconically. “It’s going to be + a funeral unless you light out of this.”</p> + + <p>The men did not stop to consider, but vanished on + the instant, and Devine, breaking into a little laugh + from sheer relief, fancied that they had jumped behind + adjacent trees. Saunders, who stood gazing into + the shadows, waved his hand.</p> + + <p>“You’ll stop right where you are, boys, if you’re + wise,” he said. “There’ll sure be trouble if you come + out again.”</p> + + <p>The men did not come out, but there was a smashing + of undergrowth as two more came running up. + They were visible for a moment as they sprang out + into the open space between the willows and the first + of the firs, and then apparently they saw Saunders, + for they plunged back among the trees. The storekeeper + sank down behind the fern.</p> + + <p>“It’s quite a good light, and one of them might + have a pistol,” he explained half aloud.</p> + + <p>Devine considered this very probable; and when + there was no sign of their opponents during the next + few minutes he once more became conscious that his + <a class="pagenum" id="page297" title="297"></a>heart was beating unpleasantly fast. The jumpers apparently + had vanished altogether, but he fancied that + they were considering some plan of attack. By and by, + a voice came out of the shadows.</p> + + <p>“There’s the post close up against the fern,” it said.</p> + + <p>“That,” remarked Saunders, dryly, “is going to + put a hustle on to some of them.”</p> + + <p>He was right, for a moment later a man stepped + out into the moonlight.</p> + + <p>“Put down your gun. We want to talk,” he said.</p> + + <p>“Then,” replied Saunders, who did not stand up, + “go ahead; but you’ll stop in the light; and if you + feel like sending any of your partners to work a traverse + round this bunch of fern, you can remember that + I’ve got the forehead plumb on—you.”</p> + + <p>The man’s gesture indicated that he understood the + situation, and, though he had jumped for cover a little + earlier, as most men in his place would have done, it + was evident that he was a courageous rogue.</p> + + <p>“I want to tell you that there are four of us, and + we’ve come up quite a way to shift that post for you,” + he said. “There’s no use making trouble, for it has + to be done.”</p> + + <p>Saunders touched his companion’s shoulder.</p> + + <p>“Chip in,” he said softly. “Talk like a land agent + trying to sell a ranch. We’ve got to keep this crowd + quiet. The boys can’t be far off.”</p> + + <p>Devine agreed with his last statement. The moonlight + was bright enough for one to travel by, at least + in the brûlée, and he was sufficiently acquainted with + western human nature to feel certain that every man + in the settlement would have started when he heard + of their discovery, and, what was more to the purpose, + would not waste a moment on the journey. Men + going up to a new gold strike do not, as a rule, trouble + <a class="pagenum" id="page298" title="298"></a>themselves about want of sleep or weariness. On the + other hand, he did not think they could possibly arrive + before morning, which meant that he must keep the + jumpers talking for several hours. It appeared very + doubtful whether their patience or his conversational + powers would hold out, but he meant to do what he + could.</p> + + <p>“I’m not quite as sure that you’re going to move + that post as you seem to be; and, anyway, I don’t quite + see why you want to do it,” he said. “You can’t + take possession of a duly recorded claim.”</p> + + <p>The jumper laughed.</p> + + <p>“Your record won’t hold. You should have made + it clearer; given two-point bearings, or blazed your + line on trees.”</p> + + <p>“Why?” asked Devine. “This post fixes the key + boundary.”</p> + + <p>“Trouble is that we’re going to move that post,” + said the other man.</p> + + <p>He did not appear impatient, and Devine deduced + two things from the fact that he was willing to discuss + the matter. One was that the jumper, who evidently + had not met the Indian, was unaware that the + men from the settlement were then in all probability + pushing on as fast as possible through the brûlée, and + the other that the man had no desire to proceed to + extremities. This was reassuring as far as it went, + but it must be admitted that the surveyor was afterward + a little astonished at his collectedness and perspicacity.</p> + + <p>“Why don’t you want to move all the posts?” he + asked.</p> + + <p>“We couldn’t square that with your record,” was + the candid answer. “Moving one will swing you + <a class="pagenum" id="page299" title="299"></a>across instead of along the lead, and will let in our + new location. I’m telling you this, because you’ll + probably be reasonable now that you understand the + thing. Light out and don’t make trouble, and you’ll + still hold quite a strip on the lead.”</p> + + <p>“Give us a minute or two to think it over,” said + Devine.</p> + + <p>“In the meanwhile you’ll stop just where you are,” + Saunders broke in.</p> + + <p>The man waved his hand as though he conceded + that point, and Devine turned to his companion.</p> + + <p>“I’ve only one excuse to make. When I staked + off the claims, I was in a feverish hurry to prove the + lead and get down and record,” he said. “Now, that’s + not an educated man, but he’s got the hang of this + thing as clearly as a surveyor could have done. It’s + evident that the man who hired him has drilled it into + him, and, what is more, has warned him that he’s to + make no unnecessary trouble. We’re to be bounced + out of rather more than half our claim, but it’s to be + done as quietly as possible. He explained the matter + in the expectation that we’d pull out and leave the + field to them.”</p> + + <p>“You’ve hit it,” said Saunders. “Don’t answer. + Let him speak again. We’ve got to gain time.”</p> + + <p>They waited several minutes in tense anxiety, for, + after all, it was conceivable that, diplomacy failing, the + jumper would adopt more forcible means. Then the + man waved his hand.</p> + + <p>“You’ve got to decide what you’re going to do,” + he said.</p> + + <p>Devine proceeded to urge every reason he could + think of, and held him in play a little longer, until + finally the jumper lost his patience.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page300" title="300"></a>“Oh,” he said, “you make me tired! Light out + and be done with it! We’re going to pull up that + post.”</p> + + <p>Saunders thrust forward the rifle barrel so that + the moonlight sparkled on it.</p> + + <p>“Then,” he said grimly, “come right along and + shift it.”</p> + + <p>Instead of doing so, the man jumped back into the + shadow, which was perhaps a very natural proceeding. + Then there was oppressive silence for a few minutes. + Devine, who could not hear anything, felt horribly + anxious as to what their opponents might be doing. + Suddenly there was a fresh rustling among the undergrowth, + and Saunders thrust the rifle into his companion’s + hands.</p> + + <p>“Crawling in at the back of us! Let them see + you on the opposite side!” he said.</p> + + <p>Devine wriggled through the fern, and, though he + knew that this was rash, stood up where the moonlight + fell upon him, with the long barrel glinting in + front of him. He fancied, though he could not be + certain, that he saw a shadowy figure flit back among + the trees, and in any case the rustling died away again. + After that he crawled back to Saunders, for, as he + admitted afterward, he did not like standing on the + other side of that thicket alone.</p> + + <p>He subsequently repeated the maneuver several + times, and Saunders once or twice answered the + jumpers’ warnings with a sardonic invitation to remove + the post. Neither of them afterward was sure + how long the horrible tension lasted, though they + agreed that a very little more of it would probably + have broken down their nerve; but at length a faint + sound came out of the shadows down the valley. It + rapidly grew louder, and when it resolved itself into + <a class="pagenum" id="page301" title="301"></a>such a smashing of undergrowth as might have been + made by a body of men, Saunders sprang up and + waved his rifle toward where he supposed the jumpers + to be.</p> + + <p>“You’d better git,” he said. “The boys from the + settlement will head you off inside five minutes.”</p> + + <p>There was no answer, and it appeared that the + jumpers had already departed as silently as possible. + A little later the men from the settlement came limping + in, and the foremost of them clustered round Devine, + who sat just outside the fern, while Saunders, + whose face showed a trifle drawn in the moonlight, + stood still clutching the rifle.</p> + + <p>“What’s the matter? You’re not looking pert, the + pair of you,” said one of them.</p> + + <p>“Give me a cigar, if you’ve got one,” said Devine. + “Saunders will tell you about the thing. I’ve done + quite enough talking for one night.”</p> + + <p>Saunders told the story tersely, and afterward + snapped the magazine of his rifle up and down with a + dramatic gesture.</p> + + <p>“Held them off with that, and not a blame ca’tridge + in the thing,” he said.</p> + </div> + <div class="chapter" id="chapter_xxvii"> + <p class="chapter_heading"><a class="pagenum" id="page302" title="302"></a>CHAPTER XXVII</p> + + <h2 class="chapter_title">SAUNDERS TAKES PRECAUTIONS</h2> + + <p><span class="first_word">The</span> men from the settlement had been three + weeks in camp. Saunders sat with his back to + a big fir and a little hammer in his hand. There was + a pile of shattered quartz at one side of him and another + smaller heap of fragments of the same material + lying on an empty flour-bag at his feet. Devine, who + had just announced that dinner was almost ready, + leaned against a neighboring fir, looking on with a + suggestive grin; and a big, gaunt, old-time prospector, + with a grim, bronzed face, was carefully poising one + of the quartz lumps in a horny hand. Saunders, who + had been at work since daylight that morning, had + paid the latter six dollars for his services, and admitted + that he was highly satisfied with the result. He was + then engaged in manufacturing specimens.</p> + + <p>There was already a change in the forest surrounding + the lonely camp. The willows had been hewn + down, great firs lay in swaths, with some of their + mighty branches burnt, and a track of ruin stretched + back from Saunders’ tent to the side of the range. The + Grenfell Consolidated Mine, three separate claims, occupied + what was supposed to be the richest of the + land. It was certainly the most accessible portion, for + payable milling ore was already being extracted from + an open cut. It was not the fault of Saunders that + the Consolidated did not occupy the whole of it, but + <a class="pagenum" id="page303" title="303"></a>the law allows each free miner only so many feet of + frontage, and the Gold Commissioner had shown himself + proof against the surveyor’s reasoning that, as + Grenfell had found the mine, a fourth location should + be recorded in the name of his executors. A dead + man, as the Commissioner pointed out, could not record + a mineral claim.</p> + + <p>The men from the settlement had, however, + promptly staked off every remaining rod of ground + along the lead, and, though the spot was remote from + anywhere, another band was busily engaged in an attempt + to trace it back across the dried-up lake. How + they had heard of it at all was not very evident, but + as the eagles gather round the carcass and the flies + about the fallen deer, so men with shovels and axes + appear as by enchantment when gold is struck. Distance + counts as nothing, and neither thundering rivers + nor waterless deserts can deter them.</p> + + <p>Saunders listened with great contentment to the + ringing of the axes and the sharp clink of the drills. + Men who labor strenuously from dawn to dark in the + invigorating mountain air consume provisions freely, + and, as the storekeeper was quite aware, those engaged + on that lode would be compelled to purchase + their pork and tea and flour from him.</p> + + <p>“It was quite a smart idea to give Jim a commission + on the sales, though I was kind of wondering + if he’d have the sense to stay where he is and run + the store,” he said. “If he hasn’t been fool enough to + outfit the boys on credit he must have been raking in + money.”</p> + + <p>Then he took up the lump of stone the prospector + handed him and knocked most of it to pieces with the + hammer; after which he handed one or two of the + fragments to Devine, who grinned more broadly.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page304" title="304"></a>“Since Weston wants more specimens I guess he’s + got to have them,” he explained. “I don’t know any + reason why we shouldn’t send him the best we can. + This lot should assay out, anyway, several ounces to + the ton.”</p> + + <p>The prospector made a little grave sign of agreement, + for this was a game to which he was more or + less accustomed. Lode ore now and then is of somewhat + uniform quality, but at times it varies in richness + in a rather striking manner; and the storekeeper + had spent six or seven hours picking out the most + promising specimens. From these he had trimmed off + every fragment in which, as far as he could discern, + the precious metal was not present, with the result that + any mineralogist to whom they might be handed could + certify to the richness of the Grenfell Consolidated. + Saunders was a business man, and quite aware that + the vendor of any kind of goods, when asked for + samples, does not, as a rule, submit indifferent ones.</p> + + <p>“I guess,” he added, probably referring to prospective + investors, “this lot ought to fetch them. You + asked the boys to come along, Devine?”</p> + + <p>Devine said he had done so, and in a few more + minutes several little groups of men, in dilapidated + long boots and somewhat ragged duck, who had ceased + work for their mid-day meal, gathered round the fir. + They waited mildly curious when Saunders rose and + made a sign that he required their attention, which + they were perhaps the more willing to give because + they were all his customers, and bills are apt to run + up in a bush ranching community.</p> + + <p>“Boys,” said Saunders, “I want to point out that + instead of owning gold-mines most of you would + now be shoveling on the railroads or humping fir trees + at the sawmills, if it hadn’t been for me.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page305" title="305"></a>Some of them laughed, and some of them admitted + that there was a certain truth in this, for the bush + rancher who buys uncleared land usually spends + several years in very strenuous labor before it produces + enough for him to live on, and in the meanwhile + he must either go away and endeavor to earn a few + dollars every now and then or else fall into the hands + of the nearest storekeeper.</p> + + <p>“Our friend is a philanthropist,” said one of them, + who spoke clean, colloquial English. “We all admit + his favors, but he doesn’t mention that he puts them + in the bill.”</p> + + <p>“And he doesn’t charge anything extra for insects + in his flour,” said another man.</p> + + <p>There was a little laughter, but Saunders gazed at + them reproachfully.</p> + + <p>“If you think it’s easy making money out of the + kind of crowd you are, all you have to do is to start + a store and see. But that wasn’t quite what I meant + to say,” he explained. “Anyway, I put the whole of + you right on to this lead.”</p> + + <p>“You were quite a long while doing it,” interjected + one of the audience.</p> + + <p>Saunders waved his hand.</p> + + <p>“Am I a blame fool?” he asked. “I’ve no use for + an inquisitive, grasping crowd worrying round my + gold-mine until I’ve got things securely fixed. Still, + you drove off those jumpers, for which you have my + thanks; and I want in due time to get back the money + most of you owe me.”</p> + + <p>“You can count on that, boys,” said another of + them. “It’s a dead sure thing.”</p> + + <p>The storekeeper disregarded this.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he continued, “we’ll get to the point of it. + It’s kind of easy finding a gold-mine when you’ve a + <a class="pagenum" id="page306" title="306"></a>friend of my kind to put you on to it, but it’s quite + often a blame hard thing to keep it. Now, you’ll have + men from the cities wanting to buy you up, offering + you a few hundred dollars for the claims you’ve + struck, and if you’re fools you’ll take it. If not, you’ll + hold off until the Grenfell Consols go up on the market + and then give us first call on buying the lot. If we + can’t take the deal you’ll get six or eight times as + much in Vancouver as you would if you let go now.”</p> + + <p>One of the men who had spoken broke in again.</p> + + <p>“Boys,” he said, “when Saunders makes a proposition + of that kind it’s because he sees how he’s going + to get something out of it. But for all that, I guess + it’s sound advice he’s giving you.”</p> + + <p>There was a little consultation among the men, + and then one of them asked a question that evidently + met with the favor of his companions.</p> + + <p>“How are we going to live in the meanwhile?”</p> + + <p>“That’s quite easy,” said the storekeeper, with a + smile. “I’ll supply you with pork and flour, drills and + giant-powder, at bed-rock figure, while you get in your + assessment work, and while you live on your ranches + afterward until you make a deal. All I ask is that + you won’t sell until the Grenfell’s floated, and that + you’ll give us first call then. It’s a cold fact that if I + had the money I’d buy you all up now.”</p> + + <p>There was truth in his last assurance, which was + at the same time a highly diplomatic one, for it occurred + to most of the audience that if there was anything + to be made by waiting they might as well have + it as anybody else; and after a further consultation + they gave him their promise. Then they trooped away + to prepare their dinner, and Saunders turned to Devine + with a contented smile.</p> + + <p>“I guess,” he said, “we’ve headed those company + <a class="pagenum" id="page307" title="307"></a>men right off this lode, and, what’s most as much to + the purpose, the boys will have to trade with me if anybody + comes up and starts another store. Just now + I’d feel quite happy if I knew how Jim was running + things.”</p> + + <p>He was soon to learn, for he had scarcely risen + from a meal of salt pork, somewhat blackened in the + frying-pan, and grindstone bread indifferently baked + by Devine, when Jim and several strangers plodded + into camp. He was very ragged, and apparently very + weary, but he displayed no diffidence in accounting for + his presence.</p> + + <p>“It was kind of lonesome down there, and I figured + I’d come along,” he said.</p> + + <p>Saunders gazed at him for a moment in mute indignation + before his feelings found relief in words.</p> + + <p>“And you raking in money by the shovelful!” he + gasped.</p> + + <p>“No,” said Jim, decisively, “I wasn’t quite doing + that. Anyway, it was your money. I got only a share + of it; and you didn’t figure I’d stay back there weighing + out flour and sugar when there was a gold strike + on?”</p> + + <p>Saunders contrived to master his anger, and + merely made a little gesture of resignation. He was + acquainted with the restlessness which usually impels + the average westerner to throw up ranch or business + and strike into the bush when word of a new mineral + find comes down, though much is demanded of those + who take the gold trail, and, as a rule, their gains are + remarkably small.</p> + + <p>“Whom did you leave to run the store?” asked + Saunders.</p> + + <p>“Nobody,” said Jim. “Except two Siwash, there + was nobody in the settlement; and, anyway, the store + <a class="pagenum" id="page308" title="308"></a>was most empty when the boys came along.” He indicated + the strangers with a wave of his hand. “As they + hadn’t a dollar between them I told them I’d give them + credit, and they could pack up with them anything they + could find in the place.”</p> + + <p>Saunders appeared to find some difficulty in preserving + a befitting self-restraint, but he accomplished + it.</p> + + <p>“What did you do with the money you’d taken + already?” was his next question.</p> + + <p>“Wrapped it up in a flour-bag,” said the man + from Okanagan, cheerfully. “Then I pitched the + thing into an empty sugar-keg. Wrote up what the + boys owed you, and put the book into the keg too. + Anyway, I wrote up as much as I could remember.”</p> + + <p>Saunders looked at Devine, who stood by, and + there was contempt beyond expression in his eyes.</p> + + <p>“That,” he said, “is just the kind of blamed fool + he is.”</p> + + <p>Then he turned to Jim.</p> + + <p>“If I were to talk until to-morrow I couldn’t quite + tell you what I think of you.”</p> + + <p>Jim only grinned, and, sitting down by the fire, set + about preparing a meal, while Saunders, who appeared + lost in reflection, presently turned again to Devine.</p> + + <p>“I guess I’ll go down this afternoon,” he said. + “We’ll have a fresh crowd pouring in, and they’ll want + provisions. Anyway, I’ve headed off those company + men, and if it’s necessary I can go through to the railroad + and get hold of Weston by the wires.”</p> + + <p>Devine admitted that this might be advisable, and + Saunders, who was a man of action, took the back + trail in the next half-hour. He had held his own in + one phase of the conflict which it was evident must be + fought before the Grenfell Consolidated could be + <a class="pagenum" id="page309" title="309"></a>floated, and it was necessary that somebody should go + down to despatch the specimens to Weston.</p> + + <p>They were duly delivered to the latter; and the day + after he got them it happened that he sat with Ida on a + balcony outside a room on the lower floor, at the rear + of Stirling’s house. It was about four o’clock in the + afternoon and very hot, but a striped awning was + stretched above their heads, and a broad-leafed maple + growing close below flung its cool shadow across them. + Looking out beneath the roof of greenery they could + see the wooded slope of the mountain cutting against + a sky of cloudless blue, while the stir of the city came + up to them faintly. Weston had already, at one time + or another, spent several pleasant hours on that balcony. + They had been speaking of nothing in particular, + when at length Ida turned to him.</p> + + <p>“Have you ever heard anything further from + Scarthwaite?” she asked.</p> + + <p>Weston fumbled in his pocket.</p> + + <p>“I had a letter only a few days ago.”</p> + + <p>He took it out and handed it to her, with a little + smile which he could not help, though he rather blamed + himself for indulging in it.</p> + + <p>“As you know the place and met my sister, you + may enjoy reading it. Julia’s unusually communicative. + It almost seems as if I were a person of some + consequence to them now.”</p> + + <p>Ida took the letter, and her face hardened as she + read. Then she looked at him with a suggestive + straightening of her brows.</p> + + <p>“Isn’t that only natural? You have found a + mine,” she said.</p> + + <p>“The same idea occurred to me,” laughed Weston; + “but, after all, perhaps I shouldn’t have shown you + the letter. It wasn’t quite the thing.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page310" title="310"></a>“Still, you felt just a little hurt, and that I could + respect a confidence?”</p> + + <p>Ida looked at him as if she expected an answer, + and it occurred to Weston that she was very alluring + in her long white dress, though the same thought had + been uppermost in his mind for the last half-hour.</p> + + <p>“Yes,” he admitted, “I suppose that was it.”</p> + + <p>He could have answered more explicitly, but he + felt that it would not be safe, for it seemed very probable + that if he once gave his feelings rein they would + run away with him; and this attitude, as the girl naturally + had noticed on other occasions, tended to make + their conversation somewhat difficult.</p> + + <p>“What are you going to do about one very tactfully-worded + suggestion?” she asked.</p> + + <p>“You mean the hint that I should make a few + shares in the Grenfell Consolidated over to my English + relatives? After all, considering everything, it’s + not an unnatural request. I shall endeavor to fall in + with it.”</p> + + <p>Ida’s face did not soften. The man was her lover, + for, though he had not declared himself, she was quite + aware of that, and she was his partisan and very + jealous of his credit. It was difficult to forgive those + who had injured him, and these people in England had + shown him scant consideration, and had spoken of + him slightingly to her, a stranger. He noticed her + expression and changed the subject.</p> + + <p>“I have fancied now and then that you must have + said something remarkably in my favor that day at + Scarthwaite,” he said. “I never quite understood + what brought up the subject, but Julia once referred + to a picture.”</p> + + <p>Ida laughed softly.</p> + + <p>“I’m afraid I wasn’t very tactful, and I shouldn’t + <a class="pagenum" id="page311" title="311"></a>be astonished if your people still regard me as a partly-civilized + Colonial. Anyway, there was a picture—a + rather striking one. Do you remember Arabella’s’ + making a sketch of you with the ax?”</p> + + <p>“I certainly do. She wasn’t complimentary in + some of her remarks. She called me wooden. But the + picture?”</p> + + <p>“Would you like to see it before you go?”</p> + + <p>Weston glanced at her sharply, and she nodded, + while a faint trace of color crept into her face.</p> + + <p>“Yes,” she said. “I have it here. I made Arabella + give it to me.”</p> + + <p>She saw the man set his lips, for it seemed scarcely + probable to him that a young woman who begged for + the picture of a man would do so merely because she + desired to possess it as a work of art. Besides, he felt, + and in this he was to some extent correct, that she had + intended the admission to be provocative. He was, + however, a man with a simple code which forbade his + making any attempt to claim this woman’s love while + it was possible that in a few months he might once + more become a wandering outcast. He sat still for a + moment or two, and it seemed to Ida, who watched + him quietly, that he had worn much the same look + when he stood beside the helpless Grenfell, gripping + the big ax. This was really the fact, though he now + entered upon a sterner struggle than he had been ready + to engage in then. Once more he was endeavoring to + do what it seemed to him right.</p> + + <p>“Miss Kinnaird would have been better employed + if she had painted the big snow peak with the lake + at its feet,” he said at length.</p> + + <p>Ida abandoned the attempt to move him. She had + yielded to a momentary impulse, but she was too proud + to persist.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page312" title="312"></a>“Well,” she said, “that peak certainly was rather + wonderful. You remember it?”</p> + + <p>“Yes,” said Weston with injudicious emphasis; + “I remember everything about that camp. I can see + the big black firs towering above the still water—and + you were sitting where the light came slanting in between + them. You wore that gray fishing suit with + the belt round it, and you had your hat off. The light + made little gold gleams in your hair that matched the + warm red glow on the redwood behind you—and you + had burst the strap of one little shoe.”</p> + + <p>“Haven’t you overlooked Arabella?” suggested + Ida, who realized that his memory was significantly + clear.</p> + + <p>“Miss Kinnaird?” said Weston. “Of course, she + was with you—but it’s rather curious that she’s quite + shadowy. I don’t quite seem to fix her, though I + have a notion that she didn’t fit in. She was out of + key.”</p> + + <p>“That,” laughed Ida, “was probably the result of + wearing a smart English skirt. Do you remember the + day you fell down and broke her parasol, and what + you said immediately afterward about women’s fripperies?”</p> + + <p>“I didn’t know that I had an audience,” explained + Weston, with his eyes twinkling. “I certainly remember + that when you fancied that I had hurt myself you + would have carried half the things over the portage + if I had let you. We went fishing that evening. There + was one big trout that broke you in the pool beneath + the rapid. The scent of the firs was wonderful.”</p> + + <p>She led him on with a few judicious questions and + suggestions, and for half an hour they talked of thundering + rivers, still lakes and shadowy bush. He remembered + everything, and, without intending to do so, + <a class="pagenum" id="page313" title="313"></a>he made it clear that in every vivid memory she was + the prominent figure. It was here she had hooked + a big trout, and there she had, under his directions, run + a canoe down an easy rapid. She had enjoyed all that + the great cities had to offer, but as she listened to him + she sighed for the silence of the pine-scented bush.</p> + + <p>At last he rose with a deprecatory smile.</p> + + <p>“I’m afraid I’ve rather abused your patience,” he + said; “and I have to call on Wannop about the mine.”</p> + + <p>“You have told me nothing about it,” said Ida. + “How is it getting on?”</p> + + <p>A shadow crept into Weston’s face.</p> + + <p>“There isn’t very much to tell, and it was a relief + to get it out of my mind for an hour or so. As a matter + of fact, it’s by no means getting on as we should + like it.”</p> + + <p>Then, after another word or two, he took up his + hat and left her.</p> + </div> + <div class="chapter" id="chapter_xxviii"> + <p class="chapter_heading"><a class="pagenum" id="page314" title="314"></a>CHAPTER XXVIII</p> + + <h2 class="chapter_title">WESTON STANDS FAST</h2> + + + <p><span class="first_word">Business</span> called Weston to Winnipeg a few + days after his interview with Ida, and, as it happened, + he met Stirling at the head of the companionway + when the big lake steamer steamed out into Georgian + Bay. Neither of them had any other acquaintance on + board, and they sat together in the shade of a deckhouse + as the steamer ploughed her way smoothly across + Lake Huron a few hours later. Weston had arranged + to meet a Chicago stock-jobber who had displayed some + interest in the mine, and he had chosen to travel up the + lakes because it was more comfortable than in the cars + in the hot weather, besides being somewhat cheaper, + which was a consideration with him. Stirling, it + seemed, was going to inspect the route for a railroad + which an iron-mining company contemplated building. + He lay in a deck-chair, with a cigar in his hand, apparently + looking out at the shining water which + stretched away before them, a vast sheet of turquoise, + to the far horizon.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he asked at length, “how’s the Grenfell + Consolidated progressing?”</p> + + <p>“It seems to be making most progress backward,” + said Weston. “Still, I suppose the fact that somebody + evidently considered it worth while to send up men to + jump our claim might be considered encouraging.”</p> + + <p>He briefly related what had taken place at the + <a class="pagenum" id="page315" title="315"></a>mine, as far as Saunders’ letter had acquainted him + with the facts, and Stirling listened thoughtfully.</p> + + <p>“It’s a crude maneuver, so crude that, as you’ve + nothing but suspicions to go upon, it would be wiser + not to mention them to anybody else,” he said. “After + all, the jumpers may have been acting on their own + account.”</p> + + <p>“You believe they were?”</p> + + <p>Stirling smiled. “I naturally don’t know enough + about the matter to decide; but, in a general way, when + I come across anything that seems to the discredit of + any gentleman of importance, or big combine with + which I may happen to be at variance, I keep it judiciously + quiet until I have the proofs in hand. I find + it an excellent rule.” Then he added in a suggestive + manner: “You probably have had another rather more + favorable offer since those jumpers failed?”</p> + + <p>Weston admitted that this was the case and said + that he had ignored the offer. He further stated that, + as he had found the mine, he meant to keep it until + he could dispose of it on satisfactory terms.</p> + + <p>“That,” said Stirling, dryly, “is a very natural + wish, but one now and then has some trouble in carrying + out views of that kind. I’ve seen your prospectus. + Any applications for your shares?”</p> + + <p>“They’re by no means numerous.” And a flush + of anger crept into Weston’s face. “If that were the + result of a depressed market or of investors’ indifference + I shouldn’t mind so much, but we are evidently + being subjected to almost every kind of unwarranted + attack.”</p> + + <p>“Any mode of attack’s legitimate in this kind of + deal, and there’s a rather effective one your friends + don’t seem to have tried yet. Quite sure it wouldn’t + <a class="pagenum" id="page316" title="316"></a>be wiser to make what terms you can and let them + have the mine?”</p> + + <p>“I’m afraid I haven’t considered the wisdom of + the course I mean to adopt. Anyway, it’s a simple + one. If those people want that mine they must break + us first.”</p> + + <p>“Well,” Stirling said, “I guess if I were you I’d + allot very few of those shares to what one might call + general applicants. Locate them among your friends + and Wannop’s clerks.”</p> + + <p>“There are uncommonly few general applicants, + and my friends are not the kind of men who have + money to invest. The same thing probably applies to + Wannop’s clerks. It’s quite certain that nobody connected + with the Grenfell Consolidated could make + them a present of the shares.”</p> + + <p>“Considering everything, that’s unfortunate, for, + as I once pointed out, the next move will probably + be to sell your stock down. It’s a game that contains + a certain hazard in the case of a small concern, because + the stock is generally in few hands; but I’ve no + doubt your friends will try it.”</p> + + <p>“Then we’re helpless,” said Weston. “We must + raise sufficient money among the general investors, or + give up the mine.”</p> + + <p>“The situation,” said Stirling, dryly, “seems unpleasant, + but it’s the kind of one in which a little man + who will neither make terms with a big concern nor + let his friends help him might expect to find himself.”</p> + + <p>Weston sat silent awhile, gazing at the steamer’s + smoke trail which stretched far back, a dingy smear on + the blueness, across the shining lake; and the contractor + watched him with a certain sympathy which, + however, he carefully refrained from expressing. + There had been a time in his career when it had seemed + <a class="pagenum" id="page317" title="317"></a>that every man of influence in his profession and all + the powers of capital had been arrayed against him. + He had been tricked into taking contracts the bigger + men would not touch; his accounts had been held over + until long after the convenanted settling day, and he + had been compelled to submit to every deduction that + perverted ingenuity could suggest. He had, however, + hardened his heart, and toiled the more assiduously, + planning half the night and driving machine or plying + shovel himself by day, whenever a few dollars + could be saved by doing so. He had lived on the + plainest fare, but he had, without borrowing or soliciting + favors from any man, borne the shrewd blows + dealt him and struggled on inch by inch uphill in spite + of them. Now it seemed to him that this young Englishman + was bent on doing much the same. At length + Weston turned to him with a wry smile.</p> + + <p>“It’s quite possible that you’re right, and the thing + is too big for me, but I have got to see it out,” he + said.</p> + + <p>Stirling made a little sign of comprehension. His + companion’s quietness pleased him, and he felt that, + though the man must fight with indifferent weapons + and with formidable powers against him, he would + not easily be beaten. What was more to the purpose, + the contractor did not mean him to be beaten at all, if + he could prevent it, though this was a point that he + did not consider it advisable to mention.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said reassuringly, “no one can tell exactly + how a game of this kind will go. All you can + do is to hold tight and keep your eyes open.”</p> + + <p>They changed the subject, and nothing more was + said about the mine during the rest of the journey.</p> + + <p>In due time Stirling went ashore at a way port, + and Weston met the man from Chicago in Winnipeg + <a class="pagenum" id="page318" title="318"></a>a day or two later. The latter asked a good many + questions about the mine, but he contented himself + with stating that the matter would require investigation, + and Weston, who gave him a small bag of specimens, + spent another day in Winnipeg in a very dejected + mood. He felt the hideous cruelty of the system + which, within certain rather ample limits, made + it a legitimate thing to crush the little man and rob + him of his few possessions by any means available. + There was, it seemed, no mercy shown to weaklings + in the arena he had rashly entered with none of the + weapons that the command of money supplied to those + pitted against him; but in place of shrinking from + the conflict a slow, smoldering rage crept into his + heart.</p> + + <p>He remembered the weary marches made in + scorching heat and stinging frost, how his shoulders + had been rubbed raw by the pack-straps, and how + his burst boots had galled his bleeding feet. There + had been long nights of misery when he had lain, half-fed + and too cold to sleep, wrapped in dripping blankets + beside a feeble, sputtering fire, while the deluge + thrashed the roaring pines. The bustle of the city + jarred on him that afternoon, and he wandered out + of it, but the march, parched with thirst, through the + feathery ashes of the brûlée, rose up in his memory + as he walked aimlessly toward the prairie, and he recalled + Grenfell lying beside the lode he had died to + find. It became a grim duty to hold his own, and + once more he determined that his enemies should crush + him before they laid their grasping hands on the mine. + He shrank, however, from going back to Montreal and + waiting there in suspense, and by the time he retraced + his steps to his hotel he had decided that this was + out of the question. He wrote a few lines to Wannop + <a class="pagenum" id="page319" title="319"></a>and started for the bush with the next day’s train.</p> + + <p>It was dark when he reached the camp, after an + arduous journey, and found Devine and Saunders + sitting beside the fire. The latter, it transpired, had + engaged a clerk in Vancouver to take charge of his + store, and he smiled when Weston inquired whether + he expected the man to remain at the settlement any + longer than his predecessor had done when he heard + that there was a new gold find in reach of him.</p> + + <p>“I guess I’ve fixed that,” he said. “I took some + trouble to get one who was very lame.”</p> + + <p>Neither of the pair, however, appeared cheerful, + and Weston’s face grew hard when he heard what they + had to say about the mine.</p> + + <p>“As you’d see by the specimens, we were turning + out high-grade milling ore a little while ago,” Devine + observed.</p> + + <p>“Well?”</p> + + <p>The surveyor’s gesture was expressive. “We’re + not in it now. Ore’s turned spotty, and it’s running + deeper. I think I remember your telling me that Grenfell + figured that the lode takes an inclination?”</p> + + <p>“He certainly did.”</p> + + <p>“It’s another proof that you could count on what + he said. There’s no doubt about that inclination. + We can’t get out ore that will pay for crushing with + an open cut much longer.”</p> + + <p>“Then,” said Weston, “we can follow it with an + adit.”</p> + + <p>He looked at Saunders, who smiled in a rather + grim fashion.</p> + + <p>“Adits cost money to drive,” observed the latter. + “You have brought some along?”</p> + + <p>Weston said that this was not the case, and Saunders + spread out his hands.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page320" title="320"></a>“Well,” he said, “I’m broke. Half the men on + this location are owing me quite a pile, and it’s clear + that I’ll never get a dollar out of them unless they + strike it rich, or the Grenfell Consols go up with a + bang. That’s how Jim from Okanagan fixed the + thing. Now I’ve got credit from a Vancouver wholesaler + who takes a share in the store, and that will keep + us in pork and flour, but the giant-powder and detonators + in the shack yonder represent this syndicate’s + available capital. I bought a big supply when I was + in Vancouver, but there’ll be no more to be had when + they run out.”</p> + + <p>“We’ll go on until they do,” said Weston, doggedly.</p> + + <p>The next morning he laid his city clothes carefully + aside, and borrowed from his comrades garments + more adapted to the bush. They certainly did not fit + him, but that was a matter of no account, and when + he had put them on he commenced work in very grim + earnest. He was hard pressed—up against it, as they + say in that country—and every crashing blow he + struck upon the drill was a relief to him. Indeed, he + worked with curious cold-blooded fury that wore out + his comrades long before night came. Saunders had + invested the proceeds of several years of Spartan self-denial + in the precarious venture, but that was as nothing + compared with Weston’s stake. He must succeed + or relinquish all idea of winning the woman, who, he + ventured to think, might listen to him when he had + accomplished his task; and when he desisted at sunset + his hands were bleeding and he had partly lamed + Devine by an incautious stroke of the pick. That, + however, was a matter about which the surveyor protested + less than the hazards his comrade quietly took. + He rammed the giant-powder into the holes with reckless + <a class="pagenum" id="page321" title="321"></a>haste, and, though the cheapest fuses are seldom + to be relied on, he allowed his companions scanty time + to get out of the mine when he lighted them.</p> + + <p>It was the same the next day, and for most of the + next three weeks. Indeed, Saunders and Devine were + never sure how they contrived to keep pace with him; + but they did it for the credit of their manhood, which + would not allow them to be beaten by a Britisher. At + nights their hands and backs were distressfully sore, + but the adit they drove crept on steadily along the dip + of the lode. Though they had worked reasonably + hard already, their faces grew gaunter and harder + under the strain, and as yet they had come upon little + sign of any richer ore. In the meanwhile it was very + hot, and all day the withering sprays of the fallen firs + emitted heavy, honey-like odors under the scorching + sun.</p> + + <p>Then it occurred to some of the others that, as + there had been several weeks of fierce dry weather, it + would be a favorable opportunity to burn off the + slashing, or clear away the branches of the felled + trees, which is usually done before the great logs, + which do not readily burn, are attacked with the saw; + and one day, when the wind promised to drive the conflagration + away from the camp, fires were kindled + here and there among the tindery undergrowth. The + attempt proved successful, and in a few hours the fire + had spread into the surrounding forest. It crept on + through the latter steadily, springing up the towering + trunks from spray to spray, until the dark firs were + garlanded with climbing flame. Beneath them the + brushwood crackled furiously, and every now and + then a mighty limb fell amidst a shower of sparks, + while half-charred logs and rows of blackened stumps + marked out the lode. The smoke obscured the sun + <a class="pagenum" id="page322" title="322"></a>until the workings were wrapped in a haze, and it crept + into the adit where Weston and his comrades toiled; + but they held on with their fish-oil lamps burning until + the light outside grew dim, and then, crawling back, + sore all over, to the wooden shack which had now replaced + the tent, they lay down outside it when supper + was over.</p> + + <p>It was an impressive spectacle that they gazed + upon. The conflagration was still not far from them, + for, as a rule, a forest fire does not move very rapidly. + Across the valley hung a dusky pall of smoke, and + beneath it all trunks stripped to bare spires stood out + black against a sea of flame. The latter, however, + was of no very great extent from wing to wing, and, + now that the wind had almost dropped, it made very + little progress, though it crept on down the valley in a + confined belt, rising and falling in pulsations with the + sharp crackle of licked-up undergrowth breaking + through the deep-toned roar. Saunders, lying propped + up on one elbow, watched it meditatively.</p> + + <p>“It’s a high-class burn,” he said. “Going to save + somebody quite a lot of chopping. But if that breeze + whipped round there’d sure be trouble.”</p> + + <p>As the men at work on the lode lived either in + tents or rude shelters of bark and logs, this seemed + very probable; but Weston was not in the mood to + concern himself about the matter then.</p> + + <p>“How much giant-powder have we got in hand?” + he asked.</p> + + <p>“Almost enough to last another three weeks with + fuse and detonators to match. You’ll have to find the + next lot when that runs out.”</p> + + <p>Weston laughed.</p> + + <p>“I’ve just sufficient money to take me back to + Montreal, traveling Colonist, and I must go back to see + <a class="pagenum" id="page323" title="323"></a>how Wannop’s getting on before very long. What are + you going to do then?”</p> + + <p>Devine looked at Saunders, who smiled at him.</p> + + <p>“Push the adit right on, if we have to cut every + foot of it with the drill,” he said. “Before we let up, + we’ll rip the rock out with our naked hands.”</p> + + <p>It was a characteristic answer, but Weston was + satisfied with it. He had discovered that if the men + of the Pacific Slope were occasionally a trifle assertive + and what he called flamboyant in their conversation, + they nevertheless, as a rule, meant just what they + said. It is, of course, not unusual for an imaginative + person to describe what he intends to do in dramatic + periods, but while some people are wisely content with + that, the western bushman generally can be depended + on to carry out the purpose.</p> + + <p>They said nothing further, and presently went to + sleep, with the crackle of the undergrowth through + which the fire crawled ringing in their ears.</p> + </div> + <div class="chapter" id="chapter_xxix"> + <p class="chapter_heading"><a class="pagenum" id="page324" title="324"></a>CHAPTER XXIX</p> + + <h2 class="chapter_title">THE FIRE</h2> + + + <p><span class="first_word">The</span> shack was full of smoke when Weston awakened, + coughing, and drowsily looked about him. + Somebody else was spluttering close by, and in a moment + or two he heard Devine relieve himself with a + few expletives. Then Weston got up from his lair of + spruce twigs fully dressed, for the night was chilly and + the shack had only three sides to it, while the men who + live in such places not infrequently take off their + clothes to work and put them on when they go to + bed.</p> + + <p>“The wind has evidently dropped, and the smoke’s + drifting back. I can’t stand much more of this,” said + Weston.</p> + + <p>Devine, it seemed, had lost his temper.</p> + + <p>“Then why don’t you get out, instead of worrying + people?” he asked. “Anyway, it’s only one of the little + luxuries that Saunders and I are quite accustomed to. + I’ve been eaten by mosquitoes, sandflies, and other insects + of various kinds. You’ve ’most smashed my + ankle, besides sticking a grub-hoe into me, and Saunders + must work out a big stone just when I was under + it. We’ve been living most of two months on his + rancid pork and grindstone bread, and now you make + a circus about a little smoke!”</p> + + <p>He broke off in another fit of spluttering, and the + <a class="pagenum" id="page325" title="325"></a>storekeeper’s voice rose out of the vapor which seemed + to be rapidly thickening.</p> + + <p>“The wind’s not dropped. It’s shifted, and the + fire’s working back,” he said.</p> + + <p>In another moment Weston stood gasping in the + doorway. A little chilly breeze, such as often draws + down from the ranges in early morning, met him in + the face, and the air was thick with drifting smoke. + Hoarse shouts rose out of it and a patter of running + feet, and it became evident that most of the men were + departing hastily for the range or the remoter forest. + Weston, however, could not see them, and it was, indeed, + a few seconds before he saw anything except a + confused glimmering behind a dusky pall of vapor. + Then, as the smoke thinned, a bewildering glare shot + up, and ranks of trees were silhouetted against a sea + of fire that flung itself upon the rearmost of them and + ran aloft from spray to spray, while the snapping of + the smaller branches resembled volleys of riflery. + After that the smoke drove down again and blotted + out everything.</p> + + <p>Weston, however, was not unduly alarmed. He + concerned himself most about the possibility of their + work being delayed during the next day or two. As + a rule, an active man has little difficulty in avoiding + a forest fire, unless it is of unusual extent, or is + driven by a strong wind, and there was a wide space + already burned clear to which they could remove their + possessions. It appeared advisable to set about the + latter task at once, for the conflagration was by this + time uncomfortably close to them.</p> + + <p>“Hand me the big flour-bag,” he said.</p> + + <p>Saunders hoisted it on his shoulders, and he + stumbled away with it, coughing in the smoke, until + <a class="pagenum" id="page326" title="326"></a>he could deposit it in the cleared track where the fire + had passed the previous afternoon. Then he went + back for another load, and had some difficulty in + reaching the shack, for the vapor filled his eyes and + almost suffocated him. He fell down once or twice + among the half-burned branches as he retraced his + steps with his burden; but pork and flour and picks + and drills were precious commodities in the bush, and + he made a third journey, upsetting Saunders as he + plunged into the shack. In the meanwhile, the other + also had been busy, and at length they sat down gasping + beside the pile of blankets, clothing, tools and provisions, + with several other men who had hastily removed + their possessions from adjacent claims.</p> + + <p>“Where are the rest of the boys?” Saunders asked + one of them.</p> + + <p>“Some of them are in the workings, some of them + on the range, but I guess it was for Vancouver the + Fraser crowd started out. Seemed to me they meant + to get there before they stopped.”</p> + + <p>Just then a shower of sparks fell about them and + charred a hole or two in Devine’s clothes, while they + had a momentary vision of the front of the conflagration. + It was not a reassuring spectacle, for the rolling + sea of fire flung itself aloft in glittering spray to the + tops of the highest firs, and the valley rang with the + roar it made.</p> + + <p>“Well,” said Saunders, reflectively, “I don’t know + that I blame the Fraser crowd, and one of the boys + was telling me not long ago that the settlement he + came from was burned out. A thing of that kind + makes a man cautious. Anyway, it’s quite hot enough + here, and we’ll hump this truck along to the adit.”</p> + + <p>The others agreed that it would be advisable, but + most of the things were heavy, and it was some little + <a class="pagenum" id="page327" title="327"></a>time later when Weston lighted a fish-oil lamp in the + heading and held it up. The narrow tunnel seemed + half-full of rolled-up blankets, flour-bags and slabs of + pork, and a group of men, some of whose faces were + blackened, sat among them.</p> + + <p>“Our lot came in first. Have you got it all?” Weston + asked.</p> + + <p>They found the flour and pork, the tea and Saunders’ + rifle, as well as a couple of hammers and several + drills; but Weston did not seem satisfied.</p> + + <p>“Where are my clothes?” he asked.</p> + + <p>None of them seemed to know, though it became + evident that his city garments were, at least, not in + the adit.</p> + + <p>“Guess they’ll be frizzled quite out of fashion if + you left them in the shack,” said one of the men. “A + miner has no use for getting himself up like a bank + clerk anyway.”</p> + + <p>Weston held up the lamp so the rest could see him. + His face was black, and the sleeve of his duck jacket + had several big holes in it. His trousers were rent in + places, and one of his long boots was burst, while + Devine’s hat, which was too big for him, hung shapeless + and dotted with charred holes on his head.</p> + + <p>“I’m going back to Montreal in a day or two. Can + I call on big stock-jobbers and company floaters like + this?”</p> + + <p>“Guess you can buy new ones in Montreal,” said + the miner.</p> + + <p>“You can,” agreed Weston, “when you have the + money. The trouble is, I haven’t. Saunders, I’m going + back for those clothes.”</p> + + <p>They went with him to the mouth of the adit and + saw the shack outlined against a dazzling blaze. It did + not seem to be burning yet, but none of Weston’s + <a class="pagenum" id="page328" title="328"></a>companions believed that it would be possible for him + to reach it. The smoke had risen, and now rolled + among the tops of the firs, but, though they stood at + some distance from the fire, the air scorched their + faces. Weston’s showed up in the lurid radiance worn + and very grim, and it was evident to Devine that the + curious moodiness which had troubled him since he + came back from the city was at least as strong as it + had been.</p> + + <p>“You can’t get them now,” he expostulated.</p> + + <p>“Give me your jacket,” said Weston, sharply. + “It’s thicker than the thing I have on.”</p> + + <p>The surveyor hesitated. He could see the sparks + and blazing fragments stream past the shack, and he + had no wish to encourage his comrade in the rashness + he contemplated.</p> + + <p>“Well,” said Weston, “I’ll go as I am.”</p> + + <p>Then Saunders remembered something, and seized + him by the shoulder.</p> + + <p>“Hold on!” he cried. “Did either of you bring + the giant-powder and detonators along?”</p> + + <p>Weston glanced at Devine, who shook his head.</p> + + <p>“I didn’t, anyway,” he said.</p> + + <p>For a moment or two there was a silence that was + expressive of dismay, as they realized that in the haste + and confusion they had saved only the things that + could be replaced. The result of this might prove disastrous, + for giant-powder and detonators are comparatively + dear in that country, and in any case are not + obtainable in the bush. To hire labor was in the meanwhile + out of the question, and the progress two men + could make cutting through hard rock with only the + pick and drill was, as they were quite aware, likely + to be remarkably small. Saunders made a little dejected + gesture.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page329" title="329"></a>“Then,” he said, “they’re still in the lean-to behind + the shack; and it would be kind of wiser to crawl + back into the adit. The case of detonators was lying + bang up against the giant-powder.”</p> + + <p>This was a significant statement, for it must be + explained that although giant-powder, as dynamite is + generally called in the west, as a rule merely burns + more or less violently when ignited by a flame, it is + still a somewhat unstable product, and now and then + explodes with appalling results on apparently quite insufficient + provocation. In use it is fired with a detonator, + a big copper cap charged with a fulminate of the + highest power, and when lighted in this fashion the + energies unloosed by the explosion, though limited in + their area, are stupendous. The detonator is almost as + dangerous, for a few grains of the fulminate contained + in it are sufficient to reduce a man to his component + gases. At least, this was the case a few years + ago.</p> + + <p>Several men besides its owners had sought shelter + from the heat and sparks in the adit, and they evidently + agreed with Saunders that it was advisable to + crawl back into shelter as soon as possible; but Weston + stood still. He had for the past few weeks been + looking disaster in the face, and this had produced in + him a certain savage desperation which is not altogether + unusual in the case of hard-pressed men who + feel that they have everything against them. In his + mood, which was not a pleasant one, each fresh blow + stirred him to a grimmer effort, made with a curious + quiet fury from which his comrades now and then almost + shrank. Turning abruptly, he shook himself + free from Saunders’ grip.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said, “I’m going to bring out that + powder.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page330" title="330"></a>In a moment he had scrambled up the pile of shattered + rock, and was running across the open space + like a deer. It was strewn with half-burned branches, + and here and there with little piles of glowing fragments, + but he went straight through them without a + stumble; and it must be admitted that his comrades + stood still and watched him with consternation before + it dawned on them that it was scarcely fitting to let + him go alone. Then Saunders climbed up to the level + ground somewhat deliberately.</p> + + <p>“I guess,” he said, “we’ve got to go after the blame + fool!”</p> + + <p>They set out; but Saunders, who had been keeping + store for some years, was not remarkably agile; and + one could hardly blame Devine for proceeding with a + certain caution. However, they reached the outside of + the shack soon after Weston had disappeared in it, + and they stopped gasping. The air which scorched + their faces seemed to frizzle their hair, and the smoke, + which once more had descended, whirled about them. + They could hear nothing but the roar of the fire.</p> + + <p>Then a half-seen figure reeled out of the shack, + and Devine, who was nearest it, laughed discordantly + when his comrade thrust upon him a bundle of clothes. + The thing seemed altogether incongruous, but he + turned and set off toward the adit with his arms full + of the garments, which got loose and flopped about + him, until he flung them to another man who had ventured + part of the distance.</p> + + <p>“General Jackson!” exclaimed the miner. “He + went back for his clothes!”</p> + + <p>Devine did not stop to sympathize with his astonishment, + but ran back to the shack, and Weston + flung him a partly-filled flour-bag as he approached it. + It fell close beside a glowing fragment, and the surveyor + <a class="pagenum" id="page331" title="331"></a>felt a little shiver run through him as he + whipped it up, for he had some knowledge of the + vagaries of giant-powder. He flung the bag over his + shoulder as gently as possible, and once more started + for the adit, though he proceeded with caution. He + was desperately anxious to get rid of his burden, but + he had no desire to shake it up unduly. Giant-powder + will now and then go off without any very apparent + cause.</p> + + <p>In the meanwhile Saunders clutched at Weston as + he turned back toward the hut. One had to enter it + before gaining admission to the smaller shed in which + they kept the giant-powder.</p> + + <p>“You’re not going in again? We’ve got one bag,” + he said.</p> + + <p>“The other one is still inside,” was the hoarse + reply.</p> + + <p>Saunders did not waste his breath in expostulation, + but grappled with him, and he had rent part of Weston’s + jacket off his back in the effort to detain him + when Devine came running up. Then Weston, wriggling + around, struck the storekeeper in the face, and + plunged back into the smoke as the latter dropped his + hand.</p> + + <p>They lost sight of him for almost a minute, and + then he reeled out of the shack as the smoke drove + away. A stream of sparks whirled past it, and close + above him the roof was blazing, but he held another + flour-bag in his hands, and his comrades, who had + reasonably steady nerves, were almost appalled when + he poised himself to throw it. There was only a thin + strip of cotton fabric between the flying sparks and the + plastic yellow rolls of powder. Still, the bag was + thrown, and Saunders set off with it, while Weston + stood gasping a moment and looked at Devine.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page332" title="332"></a>“There’s the bag of detonators yet,” he said, and, + swinging around, disappeared again.</p> + + <p>Devine remembered that there was no lid to the + iron box in which they kept the detonators, and that + they were intended to be ignited by the sparking of a + fuse. He stood some little distance from the shack, + and it did not occur to him that, as one person could + carry the box readily, he was serving no purpose in + waiting. Indeed, he was only conscious of a suspense + that made it impossible for him to go away. He did + not know how long he waited, but in the meanwhile the + smoke whirled lower, and he could see nothing for a + moment or two. Then it lifted, and the shack stood + out in the midst of a lurid blaze. There was a horrible + crackling, and Weston suddenly sprang into sight, + black against the brightness, with the iron box, which + had deer-hide straps attached to it, slung upon his back. + The sparks rained about him, but he plunged through + the midst of them, while the box banged against him. + Then Devine turned and ran.</p> + + <p>They reached the mouth of the adit safely, and + when they crawled into it, Weston sat down and + gasped heavily for a while before he turned to the + others and pointed to the two bags of giant-powder + lying on the floor. His duck jacket was burned in + patches, and there were several red spots, apparently + where sparks had fallen, on his blackened face and + hands.</p> + + <p>“Haven’t you sense enough to take that open lamp + farther away from those bags?” he asked.</p> + + <p>There was a roar of hoarse laughter as his companions + recognized the incongruity of the question; + and Weston blinked at them, as though puzzled by it, + until a light broke in on him.</p> + + <p>“Perhaps it wasn’t quite in keeping with the other + <a class="pagenum" id="page333" title="333"></a>thing, boys,” he admitted. “Give me some tobacco, one + of you. Mine seems to have gone, and I feel I’d like + to sit quiet a minute or two.”</p> + + <p>The hand he thrust into his pocket came out + through the bottom of it, for the lower part of the + jacket was torn and burned; but one of the others produced + a plug of tobacco, and when he had lighted his + pipe Weston leaned back somewhat limply against the + side of the adit.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said, “I suppose it was rather a crazy + trick, but if we’d been sensible we’d certainly have let + the Grenfell Consolidated fall into the hands of those + city men.”</p> + + <p>Then he turned to the storekeeper with a deprecatory + gesture.</p> + + <p>“I’m sorry, Saunders, but you would try to hold + me. You ought to have known that you can’t reason + with a man in the mood that I was in then.”</p> + + <p>Saunders grinned. “I wouldn’t worry about the + thing. If there isn’t a club handy the next time you + feel like doing anything of that kind I’m going to leave + you severely alone.”</p> + + <p>Then, through the roar and crackle of the fire, + they heard a heavy crash, and one of the men nearest + the mouth of the adit glanced at Weston significantly.</p> + + <p>“It’s kind of fortunate you got through when you + did,” he said. “A big branch has fallen right across + your shack and broken it up.”</p> + </div> + <div class="chapter" id="chapter_xxx"> + <p class="chapter_heading"><a class="pagenum" id="page334" title="334"></a>CHAPTER XXX</p> + + <h2 class="chapter_title">DEFEAT</h2> + + <p><span class="first_word">There</span> had been trouble at the Board Meeting, + and, now that it was almost over, the directors + of the Grenfell Consolidated sat in dejected silence, + listening to the animadversions of one of their comrades. + They did not agree with everything he said, + but it scarcely seemed worth while to raise minor objections, + for they were willing to admit that the situation + was desperate.</p> + + <p>“We should never have proceeded to allotment,” + he said. “I warned you that the applications for our + stock were quite insufficient to warrant the flotation + of the concern at the time, but you apparently lost your + heads over those specimens, and you overruled me. + Now it’s unpleasantly evident that we cannot expect + to go on much longer, and I venture to predict a voluntary + liquidation during the next few months.”</p> + + <p>“It certainly looks like that,” said one of the others, + gloomily. “Still, you might give us your reasons for + counting on the thing, if you have any.”</p> + + <p>The man laughed—a little harsh laugh that had in + it a hint of contempt for the intelligence of his colleagues.</p> + + <p>“Will you let me have those estimates again, Mr. + Weston?” he asked.</p> + + <p>Weston, who sat with a set face gazing at the + papers in front of him, handed several of them across + <a class="pagenum" id="page335" title="335"></a>the table. It was now some time since he had left the + mine, and in the meanwhile trouble after trouble had + crowded thick upon him. He realized also that he was + rapidly losing the confidence of his companions. They + were not men of any great account in that city, and it + was significant that the Board Meeting was held in + Wannop’s little back office, where there was scarcely + room for all of them.</p> + + <p>“You have discussed those estimates at length already,” + he said. “I should, however, like to point out + that I consider them absurdly high. In fact, I’d undertake + to do the work at not more than two-thirds of + the cost.”</p> + + <p>“This company,” said the first speaker, severely, + “has no intention of taking up road-making and the + building of flumes and dams. It has, as I think you + will admit, gentlemen, quite enough already on its + hands.”</p> + + <p>There was some show of agreement from all but + Wannop, and Weston set his lips. There had been a + time when they had listened to his suggestions, but + now it was becoming evident that they regarded him + with suspicion.</p> + + <p>“This,” said his colleague, “is a little list of our + requirements and expenditures before we can expect to + get to work. Tools, drilling-machines and labor on + the heading.” He read out the cost of each item. + “Then we have to provide a stamp-mill, turbines, + flumes and dam; and, though Mr. Weston suggests a + wood-burning engine to supply the crushing power, + the saving effected would be no great matter. The + point is that we now discover that the cost of these + things will in one way or another be nearly double + what we stated in our prospectus.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page336" title="336"></a>“That,” said Wannop, dryly, “isn’t altogether unusual.”</p> + + <p>“What is more to the purpose is that it will approximately + absorb our whole available capital,” said + the first speaker, who took up another paper. “Then we + have as an alternative scheme several leagues of road + and trail cutting, including wooden bridges and a strip + that must be dug out of an impassable mountainside. + You have to add to it the cost and maintenance of + pack-horses and the rates you’d have to pay the owners + of the nearest crushing-plant to do your reducing. + Gentlemen, I can only move that these estimates stand + over, and that in the meanwhile we merely proceed + with the heading.”</p> + + <p>They agreed to this. Then another of them spoke.</p> + + <p>“It seems to me that there’s a way in which we + could save something as well as our credit,” he said. + “I’ve had a hint that another big concern might be + willing to take us over.”</p> + + <p>They looked at one another in a manner which + suggested that this was not altogether a new idea. + Weston straightened himself suddenly.</p> + + <p>“It will never be done with my consent,” he said.</p> + + <p>“Then,” remarked the first speaker, “it is quite + likely that you will find yourself in a minority of one.”</p> + + <p>“Mr. Weston can count on at least one supporter,” + said Wannop, shortly.</p> + + <p>Then there was an awkward silence, until one of + the others thrust back his chair.</p> + + <p>“It’s becoming quite clear that we can’t go on,” + he said. “This concern was started wrong. We + should have spent more money, taken first-class offices, + and turned out floods of illustrated pamphlets.”</p> + + <p>“I just want to ask how you’re going to spend + <a class="pagenum" id="page337" title="337"></a>money that you haven’t got?” said Wannop. “I was + quite willing to take the money. You wouldn’t put it + up.”</p> + + <p>There was a little laughter, and the meeting broke + up; but Weston stayed behind with Wannop when + the others went down the stairway. The broker, who + sat down again, made a little dejected gesture.</p> + + <p>“I guess the game is up. They’re going back on + us,” he said. “In a way, I don’t blame them. The + Hogarth people have scared them off. They’re not + big enough.”</p> + + <p>“Have you any idea as to what they’ll do?” Weston + asked.</p> + + <p>Wannop nodded. “Oh, yes,” he said. “They’ll + hold out a month or two, and piffle away at the adit to + save appearances. Then they’ll call the stockholders + together, and suggest turning the mine over to the + Hogarth people on such terms as they can get. There + are just two things that could save us—a strike of + extra high-grade ore, or a sudden whim of investors + to purchase western mining stock.” He smiled in a + wry fashion. “I don’t expect either of them.”</p> + + <p>Weston sat still a moment, and then rose with an + air of weariness.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said, “I’m going back to the mine tomorrow. + We’ll hold on as long as possible.”</p> + + <p>He left; and a few minutes later Stirling came + in. He sat down and handed Wannop a cigar.</p> + + <p>“Now,” he said, “we have got to talk.”</p> + + <p>“If you’d come a little earlier you’d have met + Weston.”</p> + + <p>“Yes,” said Stirling, “that’s just why I didn’t. + Now, where’s the trouble?”</p> + + <p>“I’ll tell you—though to some extent it’s a breach + <a class="pagenum" id="page338" title="338"></a>of confidence. It’s the shortage of money, and the + fact that our stock is tumbling down.”</p> + + <p>“Tumbling down?”</p> + + <p>Wannop smiled. “I might have said being clubbed + down.”</p> + + <p>“I want to get the thing quite straight,” said Stirling. + “What made you take up this mine?”</p> + + <p>“Mr. Weston’s representations. I think I attached + as much weight to them as I did to the specimens. I + felt that was a man that I could put my money on.”</p> + + <p>“You feel that now?”</p> + + <p>“I do,” Wannop admitted. “In fact, it’s hard to + believe he will be beaten, though the rest of us are + going back on him.”</p> + + <p>Stirling nodded in a manner which might have + meant anything.</p> + + <p>“So your stock is being sold down?” he said. “As + I pointed out to Mr. Weston, considering that you + haven’t a great deal of it, that’s rather a dangerous + game. Are any actual holders parting?”</p> + + <p>They had spoken without reticence, in terse, sharp + sentences, as men who recognized the advisability of + coming straight to the point, which is, after all, a custom + that usually saves trouble for everybody concerned. + The men who shrink from candor, lest they + should give themselves away, not infrequently waste + a good deal of time wondering what the other person + means, and then decide incorrectly.</p> + + <p>“They are,” said Wannop. “Besides several small + lots, one parcel of six hundred shares held in England + changed hands, though that was when we stood near + par and the stock was only beginning to break away. + What we want is such a strike of ore as will startle + mining investors.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page339" title="339"></a>“Anything else?” Stirling asked suggestively.</p> + + <p>“Well,” said Wannop, “we’re not likely to get it. + If a good strong buyer, who could wait, were to take + hold, it would help us as much as anything.”</p> + + <p>“Quite sure?” asked Stirling very dryly.</p> + + <p>“Isn’t it evident? It would stiffen prices and scare + off the Hogarth brokers. What’s more, it would + steady my colleagues’ nerves.”</p> + + <p>“Yes,” admitted Stirling, “it would do all that. + However, I want to suggest that that isn’t quite + enough. Anyway, that’s my view of it.”</p> + + <p>They looked at each other steadily for a moment + or two, and then Stirling made a little forceful gesture.</p> + + <p>“Now,” he said, “I’m going to take hold of this + thing; and in the first place I’ll give you an order on + my bank for all the money that seems necessary. You + will take up some of that stock for me; and, as the + Hogarth men will offer more freely as soon as they + strike an actual buyer, in case prices stiffen you’ll follow + their lead and pitch the stock you bought on to the + market.”</p> + + <p>“Some men would consider that was playing the + other people’s game,” commented Wannop, with a + chuckle.</p> + + <p>“It would be, in the meanwhile,” said Stirling. + “Well, you won’t let your sales—if you make any—get + out of hand. You’ll have to put on one or two + smart men, and cover or sell at a lower price through + different ones when it appears advisable. I shall + naturally lose a little on every deal of that kind, but + the only real trouble will be when you quietly gather + in as much as possible of the stock the other people + are offering. It will have to be done without raising + <a class="pagenum" id="page340" title="340"></a>suspicions, and before their broker can report and ask + for instructions.”</p> + + <p>Wannop struck the table. “There’s some hazard + in it—but it’s a great idea,” he said. “They’ll club + the Grenfell Consols down quite flat.”</p> + + <p>“Until settling day. Then, when the other people + have to deliver, they can’t get the stock. We’ll shove + the prices up on them to anything we like.”</p> + + <p>Wannop gazed at him in exultation, but presently + he asked a disconnected question.</p> + + <p>“Why are you doing all this?”</p> + + <p>“For money, for one thing,” said Stirling, with a + little flush in his face. “For another, because I’ve + been sweated and bluffed and bullied by people of + the kind you’re up against, and now I feel it’s ’most a + duty to strike back.” He clenched a big, hard hand. + “I’ve watched my wife scrubbing and baking and + patching my clothes in the old black days when I + lived in a three-roomed shack because I was bluffed + out of half my earnings by people who sent their + daughters to Europe every year. I’ve nothing to say + against legitimate dealing, but it’s another thing when + these soft-handed, over-fed-men suck the blood out of + every minor industry and make their pile by the grinding + down of a host of struggling toilers. By next + settling day one or two of them are going to feel my + hand.”</p> + + <p>He reached out for his hat, rather red in face.</p> + + <p>“If I’ve any other reasons, they don’t concern + you,” he added in a different tone. “All I expect from + you is to do your part judiciously, and, as a matter + of fact, it will have to be done that way.”</p> + + <p>He went out, and left Wannop sitting with the + light of a somewhat grim satisfaction in his eyes.</p> + + <p>In the meanwhile, Weston went moodily back to + <a class="pagenum" id="page341" title="341"></a>his hotel, and spent an unpleasant hour or two before + he proceeded irresolutely toward Stirling’s house. + He realized that this was in some respects most unwise + of him, but he was going away on the morrow + and he felt that he could not go without a word with + Ida.</p> + + <p>She was sitting near the fire, which burned upon + the open hearth, when he was shown into a daintily-furnished + room. After a swift glance at him she rose + and followed the maid to the door.</p> + + <p>“I cannot receive anybody else just now,” she said.</p> + + <p>Then she came back and sat down not far from + him, feeling that there was a crisis on hand, for, + though the man’s manner was quiet, there was trouble + in his face.</p> + + <p>“You have something to tell me. About your + meeting, perhaps?”</p> + + <p>“Yes,” said Weston. “I don’t, however, wish to + trouble you much about the meeting. I merely want + to thank you for your sympathy before I go away. + You see, I’m going west to-morrow.”</p> + + <p>“Will you be long away?”</p> + + <p>“Yes,” said Weston, with a strained quietness that + jarred on her. “In fact, it’s scarcely probable that I + shall come back here at all. The game’s up. My directors + have lost their nerve. The Grenfell Consolidated + must go down in the next few months.”</p> + + <p>It was evident to Ida that whatever could be done + must be done by her, or the man would go away again + without a word, and this time he would, as he had + said, not come back at all. For a moment or two she + sat very still.</p> + + <p>“Ah,” she murmured, “I needn’t tell you that I’m + sorry.”</p> + + <p>“No,” said Weston, simply. “I know you are.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page342" title="342"></a>Then there was, for a minute or two, a silence that + both found almost intolerable and that seemed emphasized + by the snapping of the fire. There was before + the girl a task from which she shrank, but it was + clear to her that, since she could not let him go, one of + them must speak.</p> + + <p>“What are you going to do in the west?” she + asked.</p> + + <p>“Push on the heading until we have to let the mine + go.”</p> + + <p>“And then?”</p> + + <p>Weston spread out his hands.</p> + + <p>“I don’t know. Act as somebody’s camp-packer. + Shovel on the railroads. Work on the ranches.”</p> + + <p>It was very evident to Ida that his quietness was + the result of a strenuous effort. The barrier of reticence + between them was very frail just then, and she + meant to break it down. She leaned forward in her + chair with her eyes fixed on him, and now the signs + of tension in his face grew plainer.</p> + + <p>“You speak as if that would be easy for you,” she + said.</p> + + <p>Weston shut his eyes to one aspect of the question. + He had not the courage to face it, and he confined + himself to the more prosaic one.</p> + + <p>“As a matter of fact, I’m afraid it won’t be,” he + admitted. “The life I’ve led here, and the few weeks + I spent at Kinnaird’s camp, have rather spoiled me + for the bush. Some of the customs prevalent in the + trail-choppers’ shanties and the logging-camps are a + little primitive, and one can’t quite overcome a certain + distaste for them.”</p> + + <p>“That was not quite what I meant,” said Ida.</p> + + <p>Weston was startled, but she saw that he would not + <a class="pagenum" id="page343" title="343"></a>allow himself to wonder what she really did mean.</p> + + <p>“Anyway,” he answered doggedly, “I suppose I + can bear any unpleasantness of that kind, which is + fortunate, because there’s apparently no way out of it. + After all, it’s one consolation to feel that I’m only going + back to what I was accustomed to before I found + the mine.”</p> + + <p>“Ah,” said Ida, “you are very wrong in one respect. + You speak as if you could bear the trouble + alone. Don’t you think it would hurt anybody else + as much to let you go?” Then, while the blood crept + into her face, she fixed her eyes on him. “Yes,” she + added simply, “I mean myself.”</p> + + <p>Weston rose, and stood leaning on the back of his + chair, with one hand tightly closed. He had struggled + stubbornly, but it was evident that his strength had + suddenly deserted him and that he was beaten now.</p> + + <p>“It would hurt you as much?” he said, with a + curious harshness. “That’s quite impossible. The + hardest, bitterest thing I could ever have to face would + be to go away from you.”</p> + + <p>He flung out the closed hand.</p> + + <p>“Now,” he said, “you know. I’ve thrown away + common sense and prudence, all sense of what is fitting + and all that is due to you. None of those things seem + to count just now.”</p> + + <p>He drew a little nearer.</p> + + <p>“I fell in love with you at Kinnaird’s camp, and + tried hard to crush that folly. Then I found the + mine, and for a few mad weeks I almost ventured + to believe that I might win you. After that, the fight + to drive your memory out of my heart had to be made + again.”</p> + + <p>“It was hard?” asked Ida very softly.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page344" title="344"></a>“It was relentlessly cruel.” Weston’s voice grew + sharper. “Still, I tried to make it. I gave way in only + one point—I came to see you now and then. Now + it’s so hard that I’m beaten. I’ve failed in this thing + as I’ve failed in the other.”</p> + + <p>He straightened himself suddenly, with a little + forceful gesture.</p> + + <p>“I’m beaten all round, beaten to my knees; but I + don’t seem ashamed. Even if you can’t forgive me, + I’m glad I’ve told you.”</p> + + <p>“I think,” said Ida, “I could forgive you for one + offense—the one you seem to think most important—rather + easily. It would have been ever so much harder + to do that had you gone away without telling me.”</p> + + <p>“You mean that?” cried Weston, and, stooping + over her, he caught one hand and gripped it almost + cruelly.</p> + + <p>“Can’t you take anything for granted?” Ida asked + demurely. “Must one always explain in full to you?”</p> + + <p>She felt the man’s arms close about her, and his + lips hot on her cheek; but in another moment he drew + away from her.</p> + + <p>“But this is madness,” he said. “I have nothing. + In a few more weeks I shall be an outcast.”</p> + + <p>“Ah,” said Ida, “you have given me all that counts + for anything, and”—she looked up at him with shining + eyes and burning cheeks—“you belong to me.”</p> + + <p>He stood silent for several moments, with trouble + in his face, apparently struggling with himself.</p> + + <p>“What are you thinking of?” she asked,</p> + + <p>Weston raised his head.</p> + + <p>“I dare not think,” he said. “I’ve won you by unfair + means—and yet, knowing that, I’m only filled + with the exultation of it. Still, this thing has to be + faced and decided now. You know I love you—but is + <a class="pagenum" id="page345" title="345"></a>it right that you should be bound to a man who may + never be able to marry you?”</p> + + <p>“Is that any great obstacle,” asked Ida, “if I don’t + object?”</p> + + <p>“It is,” said Weston, hoarsely. “I want you now.”</p> + + <p>The girl was almost startled by the change in him. + His restraint had broken down once for all, at last, + and she saw by the tension in his face and the glow in + his eyes that his nature was stirred to its depths. In + a moment or two, however, he seemed to succeed in + imposing a partial control upon himself.</p> + + <p>“I had meant to come to you only when we had + made the mine a success,” he said.</p> + + <p>“To save your pride!—you could think of that?”</p> + + <p>Weston laughed harshly.</p> + + <p>“My pride—there isn’t a shred of it left. But now, + at least, the situation has to be faced.”</p> + + <p>“Is it so very dreadful?” asked Ida, with a smile. + “You have told me that you love me. Is that a thing + to be ashamed of? Must I tell you that I am glad + you came to me when you were beaten, and not when + you had won? Is there anything that I should trouble + myself about?”</p> + + <p>“Your friends’ opinion, your father’s opposition——”</p> + + <p>He broke off, and Ida, who turned in her chair, + looked around suddenly with her cheeks flushed.</p> + + <p>“My father,” she said, “is able to speak for himself.”</p> + + <p>Weston started, for he saw Stirling standing just + inside the doorway looking at them gravely. Their + attitude and the girl’s expression would, he realized, + be significant to a man of the contractor’s intelligence. + Then Ida rose and faced the elder man.</p> + + <p>“I think I would better tell you that I have + <a class="pagenum" id="page346" title="346"></a>promised to marry Mr. Weston when things are propitious,” + she said. She looked around at Weston with + a smile. “At least, I suppose I have.”</p> + + <p>“Ah!” said Stirling, dryly, “the situation rather + suggested it. Mr. Weston has, no doubt, something + to say to me.”</p> + + <p>Ida glanced at Weston and slipped out of the + room.</p> + </div> + <div class="chapter" id="chapter_xxxi"> + <p class="chapter_heading"><a class="pagenum" id="page347" title="347"></a>CHAPTER XXXI</p> + + <h2 class="chapter_title">HIGH-GRADE ORE</h2> + + + <p><span class="first_word">Stirling</span> waited until the door closed before he + turned to Weston.</p> + + <p>“Sit down. We’ve got to have a straight talk,” + he said.</p> + + <p>Weston complied, feeling that he had to face the + most unpleasant few minutes he had ever spent in his + life. He had given way to his passion in a moment + of desperation, and he fancied that he could make no + defense which would appear reasonable to such a man + as his companion. In spite of this, he was filled with + a certain reckless exultation. Ida Stirling loved him.</p> + + <p>“What Miss Stirling told you was correct,” he + said. “At least, I intend to marry her if ever—things + are propitious; but, as far as I can remember, she did + not bind herself.”</p> + + <p>“There are occasions when one’s memory gets a + little confused,” said Stirling, dryly. “You have made + the situation quite clear; but there are one or two + points to consider, and, so far, you haven’t troubled + to ascertain my views on the matter.”</p> + + <p>“That remark,” said Weston, “is quite warranted. + I have only this to say. When I entered your house + half an hour ago I hadn’t the faintest notion that I + should permit my feelings to run away with me.”</p> + + <p>“Then this thing has been going on for quite a + time?”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page348" title="348"></a>Stirling’s tone was coldly even, but Weston did not + like the question. The form of it rather jarred on + him. He realized, however, that he was on his defense, + and would probably have to put up with a + good deal more than that.</p> + + <p>“I have had a strong regard for Miss Stirling + since I first met her in British Columbia,” he said. + “That, however, is all I can admit. I do not know + how she thought of me, and I have, at least, never + knowingly, until this evening, spoken a word which + could show her what my feelings were.”</p> + + <p>“Oh,” said Stirling, “you’ve lived in the woods. + If you hadn’t, you’d have found out by now that young + women possess a certain faculty of putting things + together. Anyway,” he added enigmatically, “I don’t + know that the bush isn’t as good a place to raise a + man in as the hothouse Susan Frisingham talked + about.”</p> + + <p>Weston gazed at him in some astonishment, but + the contractor made a little gesture with his hand.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said, “you meant to keep the thing to + yourself?”</p> + + <p>“Until I had made the Grenfell Consolidated a + success, when I should have come to you.”</p> + + <p>“Quite the proper course,” commented Stirling. + “It’s kind of a pity you didn’t stick to it. When you + had arrived at that wise decision, why did you come + here to talk to my daughter?”</p> + + <p>It was a shrewd question, and perfectly warranted, + but Weston answered it candidly.</p> + + <p>“I think I came because I could not stay away,” + he said.</p> + + <p>“Then it never occurred to you that my daughter + might fall in love with you?”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page349" title="349"></a>A flush crept into Weston’s face.</p> + + <p>“At least,” he said, “I never came here with the + intention of profiting by that possibility.”</p> + + <p>Stirling laughed in a rather dry fashion.</p> + + <p>“Then she was to do it all at once, when you intimated + that she had permission to?”</p> + + <p>“It almost looks like that,” Weston admitted, with + an embarrassment that surpassed anything he had expected. + “I’m afraid,” and he made a deprecatory + gesture, “that I’ve made a deplorable mess of the + whole affair.”</p> + + <p>“You have,” said Stirling. “As it happens, however, + that’s in your favor. If you’d shown yourself + a cleverer man in this matter, it might have occurred + to me that it was Miss Stirling’s money that you had + your eyes on.”</p> + + <p>Weston turned and gazed at him with the blood + in his forehead.</p> + + <p>“I wish with all my heart that Miss Stirling’s + money were at the bottom of the sea!” he said passionately. + “There’s just another thing I have to say. + I came to your house in a fit of desperation a little + while ago, so shaken by what I had just had to face + that I was off my guard. When I told Miss Stirling + what I felt for her it was a folly—but I did it—and I + have no excuse to make.”</p> + + <p>Then, to Weston’s astonishment, the contractor’s + manner changed suddenly, and he leaned forward with + a smile.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said, “it’s possible that she could find + one or two for you. But we have to face the situation. + It seems that you love my daughter, and there is reason + for believing that she is fond of you. Now, Ida has + been accustomed to every luxury, and the only thing + <a class="pagenum" id="page350" title="350"></a>you count on is a share in the Grenfell mine, which + I guess you will admit may go under at any time. + What do you propose to do?”</p> + + <p>“I don’t know,” replied Weston, simply. “It’s a + question that has been driving me to desperation + lately.”</p> + + <p>“Well,” said Stirling, “I could find a way out of + the difficulty. Are you open to place yourself in my + hands, do what I tell you, and take what I may think + fit to offer you?”</p> + + <p>“No,” answered Weston. “I’m sorry—but I can’t + do that.”</p> + + <p>“Then, if the Grenfell goes under, you’d rather + go back to the bush and chop trees for the ranchers + or shovel on the railroads?”</p> + + <p>Weston sat very still a moment, with his face awry. + Then he looked up resolutely.</p> + + <p>“Yes,” he said. “I think that, by and by, Miss + Stirling would be glad I did it. She would not have + her husband her father’s pensioner. After all,” he + added, “one meets with sudden changes of fortune + in the west.”</p> + + <p>Then Stirling suddenly stretched out his hand + and laid it on his companion’s shoulder.</p> + + <p>“I’ve been twice warned by short-sighted women + that my daughter might make an injudicious marriage, + and on each occasion I pointed out that when she chose + her husband she would choose just right,” he said. + “Now it seems that she has done it, and I’m satisfied.”</p> + + <p>He let his hand fall, and, while Weston gazed + at him in bewilderment, smiled reassuringly.</p> + + <p>“Go back to the mine when you like,” he added. + “You admitted that you would take advice from me, + and all I suggest now is that you hold fast to every + share you hold, and make no arrangements of any + <a class="pagenum" id="page351" title="351"></a>kind until after next settling day. In the meanwhile, + if you’ll go along to the first room in the corridor it’s + quite likely that you’ll find Ida there. I’ve no doubt + that she’ll be anxious to hear what I’ve said to you.”</p> + + <p>Weston could never remember what answer he + made, but he went out with his heart beating furiously + and a light in his eyes; and when he entered the other + room Ida stretched out her hands to him when she + saw his face.</p> + + <p>“Then it isn’t disaster?” she said. “You will stay + with me?”</p> + + <p>Weston drew her toward him.</p> + + <p>“Dear, I must still go away to-morrow, but we + have, at least, this evening.”</p> + + <p>It was all too short for them, but Weston left in + a state of exultation, with fresh courage in his heart, + and it was in an optimistic frame of mind that he + started west the next day. For several weeks he toiled + strenuously under the blinking fish-oil lamps in the + shadowy adit, but there was now, as his companions + noticed, a change in his mood. The grimness which + had characterized him had vanished. In place of toiling + in savage silence he laughed cheerfully when there + was any cause for it, and showed some consideration + for his personal safety. He handled the sticks of + giant-powder with due circumspection, and no longer + exposed himself to any unnecessary hazard from falling + stones. The man was softer, more human, and + on occasion whimsical.</p> + + <p>For all that, the work was pushed on as determinedly + as before, and both Saunders and Devine + experienced the same difficulty in keeping pace with + their comrade’s efforts, though they had grown hard + and lean and their hands were deeply scarred. Yard + by yard the adit crept on along the dipping lode, and + <a class="pagenum" id="page352" title="352"></a>one evening they stood watching Weston, who was + carefully tamping a stick of giant-powder in a hole + drilled in the stone. The ore had shown signs of + getting richer the last few days, but their powder was + rapidly running out, and they had not decided yet + where they were to obtain a fresh supply. His directors + had sent him neither the promised machines + nor the money with which to hire labor, and he chafed + at the fact that, as it was a long and arduous journey + to the nearest station where he could reach the wires, + he could not ascertain the cause of the delay.</p> + + <p>The storekeeper nodded when at length Weston + carefully clamped down a big copper cap on a length + of snaky fuse and inserted it in another hole.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said, “I guess this shot will settle + whether there’s high-grade ore in front of us.”</p> + + <p>He struck a sputtering sulphur match and touched + the fuses.</p> + + <p>“Now,” he said, “we’ll get out just as quickly as + possible.”</p> + + <p>They ran down the adit, with Devine in front + swinging a blinking lamp, and crawled out, gasping, + into the cold evening air as dusk was closing down. + Then they sat around and waited until there was a + crash and a muffled rumbling. Weston stood up, but + Saunders made a sign of expostulation.</p> + + <p>“You just sit down again and take a smoke,” he + said. “We’ve got to give her quite a while yet.”</p> + + <p>There was a reason for this. The fumes of giant-powder + are apt to prove overpowering in a confined + space, and in case of some men the distressful effects + they produce last for several hours; but when Weston + filled his pipe he scattered a good deal of the tobacco + he had shredded upon the ground. A strike of really + rich ore would, he knew, send the Grenfell Consolidated + <a class="pagenum" id="page353" title="353"></a>up, and he had worked since morning in a state + of tense anticipation, for the signs had been propitious. + He contrived to sit still for some minutes, and then + stood up resolutely.</p> + + <p>“You may wait as long as you like,” he said. “I’m + going back to the adit now.”</p> + + <p>They went with him, Saunders expostulating and + Devine carrying the lamp. Thin vapor that turned + them dizzy met them as they floundered into the dark + tunnel. The lamp burned uncertainly, but they crept + on by the feeble ray of light over masses of fallen + rock, until they reached a spot where the adit was + blocked with the debris. Weston, dropping on hands + and knees, tore out several smaller fragments, and + held up one of them; but as he did it there was a faint, + hoarse cry, and sudden darkness, as Devine fell forward + upon the lamp.</p> + + <p>“Get me out! Quick!” he gasped.</p> + + <p>Weston felt for the lamp, and contrived to light it, + though he wasted several matches in the attempt; but + he felt greatly tempted to disregard the dictates of + humanity when he hooked it in his hat.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said reluctantly, “I suppose we’ll have + to take him out.”</p> + + <p>They did it with some difficulty, and left him + unceremoniously when they had deposited him, limp + and almost helpless, in the open air; for miners who + meet with unpleasantness of that kind recover, and + one does not make a discovery that promises to put + thousands of dollars into one’s pockets very frequently. + They went back, and, though Weston felt + faint and dizzy, he flung himself down among the + smaller stones, and thrust one or two of them into + Saunders’ hands.</p> + + <p>“Feel them—and look at the break!” he exclaimed.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page354" title="354"></a>Saunders poised one of the stones carefully, and + then glanced at the rent where it had been torn from + the rock.</p> + + <p>“Yes,” he said, “we’ve struck it this time, sure. + Guess we’ll get out of this and make supper.”</p> + + <p>“Make supper!” Weston gazed at him incredulously. + “I don’t stir out of here until sun-up!”</p> + + <p>Then he tore off his tattered shirt and stood up, + stripped to the waist.</p> + + <p>“Get hold of the drill,” he said, hoarsely. “You’ve + got to work to-night.”</p> + + <p>Saunders remembered that night long afterward. + For the first half-hour he was troubled by a distressful + faintness; and when that passed off, as the air + grew clearer, his back and arms commenced to ache + unpleasantly. He already had toiled since soon after + sunrise; but Weston, too, had done so, and he, at + least, seemed impervious to fatigue. So intent was he + that every now and then he swung the heavy hammer + long after his turn had run out, without asking for + relief; and Saunders judiciously permitted him to undertake + the more arduous task. By and by, however, + Devine crept back to join them, and, when at length + morning broke and the mouth of the adit glimmered + faintly, Weston glanced at his bleeding hands as he + flung down the hammer.</p> + + <p>“I suppose we’ll have to let up for an hour or + two,” he said reluctantly.</p> + + <p>Saunders staggered when they reached the open + air, and Weston seemed to have some difficulty in + straightening himself, but they got breakfast, and + afterward lay smoking beside the fire, almost too stiff + to move. It was getting cold among the ranges now, + and they were glad of the warmth from the blaze.</p> + + <p>“We’ll go on for two or three days,” said Weston. + <a class="pagenum" id="page355" title="355"></a>“Then we’ll pack every load of ore out to the New + Passage smelter and get them to reduce it. Devine + and I will take it down to the railroad over the Dead + Pine trail. The freighter from the settlement should + be in with his pack-train by the time we’re ready.”</p> + + <p>“Nobody ever brought a pack-beast in or out by + Dead Pine, and there’ll be deep snow in the pass,” + Saunders expostulated.</p> + + <p>“Then,” said Weston, curtly, “I’m going to do it + now. If we can’t raise a stamp and reducing plant, + we have got to prove that we can make a trail to the + railroad by which we can get our ore out without + spending a small fortune on packing. If we can get + over Dead Pine divide it should shorten the present + trail by half; and I’m under the impression that if we + spend a few thousand dollars on making a road up the + big gully it could be done.”</p> + + <p>Saunders looked at Devine, who made a little sign.</p> + + <p>“Oh,” he said, “he means to try it. I guess we’ve + got to let him.”</p> + + <p>They went back to work by and by; and a few + days later Weston and Devine and a grizzled freighter + breakfasted in haste beside a sputtering fire. A row + of loaded pack-horses stood close by in the rain, and a + cluster of dripping men gathered round when at length + Weston rose to his feet. The freighter waved his + hand to them with a little, dry smile.</p> + + <p>“We’re going to blaze you out a new road, boys, + and it will save me some in horses if it can be done,” + He said. “Guess you’ll be sorry when you see what + the next man strikes you for, if we don’t come back + again.”</p> + + <p>There was some laughter; and rude good wishes + followed the three wet men as they plodded away + beside the loaded beasts into the rain.</p> + </div> + <div class="chapter" id="chapter_xxxii"> + <p class="chapter_heading"><a class="pagenum" id="page356" title="356"></a>CHAPTER XXXII</p> + + <h2 class="chapter_title">GRENFELL’S GIFT</h2> + + + <p><span class="first_word">It</span> was snowing hard, and, though it was still two + hours before sunset, the light was growing dim + when Weston pulled the foremost pack-horse up on + the edge of the gully. He and Devine had each a + beast in his charge, and the freighter had started with + two, but one of these had been left behind with a + broken leg and a merciful bullet in its brain. That + country is a difficult one, even to the Cayuse horses, + which are used to its forest-choked valleys and perilous + defiles.</p> + + <p>In front of them a rugged peak rose above the + high white ridge of Dead Pine. They could see the + latter cutting against a lowering sky some twelve hundred + feet above, though the peak showed only a + ghostly shape through its wrappings of drifting mist. + In altitude alone the ridge was difficult to reach, but, + while that would not have troubled any of the men + greatly, the ascent was made more arduous by the fact + that the unmarked trail followed the slope of an awful + gully. The latter fell almost sheer from close beside + their feet, running down into the creeping obscurity + out of which the hoarse thunder of a torrent + rose. Here and there they could catch a glimpse of a + ragged pine clinging far down among the stones, and + that seemed only to emphasize the depth of the gloomy + pit. On the other hand, the hillside rose like a slightly + <a class="pagenum" id="page357" title="357"></a>slanted wall, and the sharp stones of the talus lay + thinly covered with snow between it and the gully.</p> + + <p>The freighter glanced dubiously up the hollow.</p> + + <p>“I’ve struck places that looked nicer; but we can’t + stop here and freeze,” he said. “We’ll either have to + take the back trail and camp among that last clump + of pines or get on a hustle and get up.”</p> + + <p>“I’m certainly not going back,” said Weston. + “We have come out to see in just what time we can + make the journey to the railroad over the new trail. + When we have done it, we’ll try to spread the information + to everybody likely to find it interesting.”</p> + + <p>“You’re not going to worry about how many + horses you leave behind, I suppose?”</p> + + <p>“That,” said Devine, with a little laugh, “is one + of the facts they never do mention in a report of the + kind. We’ve lost only one so far, and two bags of + rather high-grade ore.”</p> + + <p>“If you’ve one altogether when you fetch the head + of this gully you’ll be blame lucky,” said the freighter. + “Give that beast a whack to start him. Get up there!”</p> + + <p>They went on, with the snow in their faces, and + the stones they could not see slipping beneath their + feet; and the light grew dimmer as they proceeded. A + bitter wind swept down the gully and drove their wet + clothing against their chilled bodies, while the hillside, + growing steeper, pushed them nearer the brink of the + awful hollow. The slope of the latter, as far down as + they could see, was apparently too steep to afford a + foothold, and every now and then there was a roar + and a rattle as the stones they dislodged plunged into + the depths of it. Weston, plodding along behind the + freighter, however, kept his eyes fixed for the most + part on the face of the hill, for it seemed to him that + <a class="pagenum" id="page358" title="358"></a>the cost of changing that perilous passage into a reasonably + safe trail would not be excessive.</p> + + <p>When they had climbed for an hour, the snow + grew thicker, and it became evident that the light was + dying out rapidly. The freighter announced that he + could scarcely see a dozen yards ahead, and Weston + could discern no more than the blurred shape of the + horse that floundered over the slippery stones a few + paces in front of him. He could, however, hear Devine + encouraging the one he led, and occasionally + breaking out into hoarse expletives.</p> + + <p>“It’s gluey feet they want,” said the latter, when + they stopped for a minute or two. “You can’t expect + horses to crawl up a wall.”</p> + + <p>“They’ve managed about half of it,” Weston declared. + “We could make this quite an easy trail with + a little grading. It’s the only really difficult spot.”</p> + + <p>“Well,” said Devine, dryly, “I guess you could. + In this country they call any trail easy that you can + crawl up on your hands and knees. Still, that little + grading’s going to cost you about two thousand dollars + a mile.”</p> + + <p>They could scarcely see one another when they + went on again, and the sound of their footsteps was + muffled by the sliding snow. Weston could dimly + make out something that moved on in front of him, + but it had no certain shape, and he stumbled heavily + every now and then as the stones rolled round beneath + him. He gripped the pack-horse’s bridle in a half-numbed + hand, but, as he admitted afterward, he made + no attempt to lead the beast. He said he rather clung + to it for company, for the others vanished now and + then for minutes amidst the whirling snow.</p> + + <p>Suddenly there was a crash and a cry behind him. + <a class="pagenum" id="page359" title="359"></a>For a moment he stood half-dazed, with his hand on + the bridle, while the jaded horse plunged. Then he + let it go as the freighter appeared, and together they + stumbled back to where Devine was clinging to the + bridle of another horse which lay close at his feet + amidst a wreath of snow. He staggered back just as + they reached him; there was a frantic scrambling in + the snow, and then the half-seen horse rolled over and + slid away down the white slope of the gully.</p> + + <p>They watched it, horrified, for a moment or two; + and said nothing for a brief space when it vanished + altogether into the obscurity. The sight was more + unpleasant because they knew that they had seen only + the commencement of that awful journey. Then Devine, + who was white and gasping, made a deprecatory + gesture.</p> + + <p>“I don’t know whether it was my fault,” he said. + “The beast stumbled and almost jerked me over. Then + I guess the bridle either broke or pulled out.”</p> + + <p>“Two horses and four bags of ore, and we’re not + through yet,” commented the freighter. “Guess it’s + going to cost you something if you pack much pay-dirt + out over Dead Pine trail. Anyway, you’ll have to + get that grading done before I come back here again.”</p> + + <p>“Get on,” said Weston, quietly.</p> + + <p>They struggled on; and in another half-hour the + gully died out and lost itself in the hillside, after which + they made a rather faster pace over the thinning talus. + Still, it was snowing hard, and none of them was + capable of much further exertion when, soaked + through and white all over, they limped into the lee + of a ridge of rock on the crest of the divide. A bitter + wind wailed above them, but there was a little shelter + beneath the wall of ragged stone, and, picketing + <a class="pagenum" id="page360" title="360"></a>the jaded horses, they lay down in their wet blankets, + packed close together in a hollow, when their frugal + meal was over. There was nothing they might make + a fire with on that empty wind-swept plateau.</p> + + <p>Any one unused to the gold trail would have lain + awake shivering that night, and in all probability + would have found it very difficult to set out again the + next morning, for a horrible ache in the hip is, as a + rule, not the least unpleasant result of such experiences; + but these men slept, and took up the trail almost + fresh with the first of the daylight. It was by + no means the first time they had slept out in the open + in the frost or rain, and fed on wet, unwarmed food.</p> + + <p>In due time they reached the settlement on the + railroad; and, after delivering the remaining bags of + ore to the station-agent and leaving the freighter with + his horses, Weston went back along the trail with + Devine. Descending the gully in clear daylight, they + reached the Grenfell camp without misadventure.</p> + + <p>It was some time later when the freighter, coming + up by the other route, with provisions, brought them + a letter. It was from the manager of the reducing + plant, who stated that the yield of the ore sent him + for treatment was eminently satisfactory, and he enclosed + a certificate with particulars, as they had requested. + Probably with a view to further business + he also offered to purchase any of the Grenfell shares + they might have to dispose of.</p> + + <p>Saunders’ eyes gleamed as he handed the certificate + around.</p> + + <p>“I guess that’s going to send our stock up with a + bang,” he said. “We’ll put it right into Wannop’s + hands, so he can get a notice of the new mineral field + into the papers. The smelter man doesn’t seem to + <a class="pagenum" id="page361" title="361"></a>know that the last news we had was that the Grenfell + stock was tumbling down, but when he’s open to buy + it’s a sure thing that he figures it will soon stand at + a big premium.”</p> + + <p>Then he waved his hand impressively.</p> + + <p>“After what Weston has told us, boys, you want + to get hold of the significance of that. People have + been selling our stock way down, on the notion that + before they had to deliver they could cover at a still + lower figure. Now, they can’t buy it. We’re going + to smash them flat.”</p> + + <p>They celebrated the occasion that night with the + most elaborate meal Devine could prepare, and invited + as many as possible of their neighbors, who also had + struck what promised to be payable milling ore. As it + happened, their satisfaction was fully warranted, for + a few days after Weston’s letter arrived in Montreal + two gentlemen connected with western mines called + on Wannop. Stirling was sitting in the latter’s office + at the time, and he made no sign of retiring when they + entered.</p> + + <p>“We should like a few minutes’ conversation with + you about the Grenfell stock,” said one of the + strangers. “Naturally, we’d prefer to have it alone.”</p> + + <p>Wannop looked at Stirling, who smiled and answered + the man.</p> + + <p>“I’m afraid you’ll have to put up with my presence,” + he said. “In fact, this is a pleasure that I’ve + been expecting for the last few days.”</p> + + <p>“What standing has Mr. Stirling in this matter?” + the stranger asked.</p> + + <p>“I hold most of the Grenfell stock that’s likely to + be salable,” said Stirling, dryly. “You can’t pick up + much on the market, which is presumably why you + <a class="pagenum" id="page362" title="362"></a>have come to Wannop. Seems to me you have been + selling rather heavily.”</p> + + <p>“If we’d known you were in it, we might have let + the thing alone,” one of the men admitted.</p> + + <p>“You’re going to realize that it’s quite a pity you + didn’t.”</p> + + <p>The men looked at each other, and one of them + turned to Stirling.</p> + + <p>“I’ll get to the point,” he said. “We have certainly + been selling, and now that settling day is almost on + us we find that we can’t buy in. Now, of course, if + you hold most of the available stock you have the whip + hand of us. We’ll admit that right away, and we’re + quite prepared to face any reasonable tax you and + Wannop may think fit to exact. Still, it might be + wiser to be reasonable.”</p> + + <p>“How much do you want?” Stirling asked.</p> + + <p>They told him how many shares, and Stirling + appeared to consider.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said, “what are you going to offer?”</p> + + <p>One wrote something on a strip of paper and + handed it to the other, who nodded, and made an + offer.</p> + + <p>“That’s our idea,” he said. “I don’t mind admitting + that it will cost us twenty cents on the dollar.”</p> + + <p>“No,” said Stirling, “it’s going to cost you just + whatever I like to call it. I can swing every dollar + that stock stands for up to two or three. Will you + do me the favor to glance at that certificate?”</p> + + <p>Wannop handed it to the nearest man, and the + latter’s face fell.</p> + + <p>“Now,” said Stirling, “at the moment, you’re the + only people anxious to buy; but I’ve only to send that + certificate and a nicely worked-up account of the rich + <a class="pagenum" id="page363" title="363"></a>new find around to the press, and everybody with a + dollar to spare will be wanting Grenfell stock. Still, + there’ll be no shares available—I’ve made sure of that. + I’ll ask you, as men with some knowledge of these + matters, where’s the price going to?”</p> + + <p>One of the men sat down limply.</p> + + <p>“What’ll you take to hold the thing over until + after settling day?” he asked.</p> + + <p>“In money?” inquired Stirling, whose face grew + hard. “If you put it that way, we’ll call it half your + personal estate.”</p> + + <p>The second man, who saw that his companion had + been injudicious, hastily broke in.</p> + + <p>“No,” he said; “in the shape of mutual accommodation. + Perhaps there’s some little arrangement + you might like us to make.”</p> + + <p>Stirling laughed, “Anyway, why should you want + to make an offer of that kind? Suppose I held the + certificate over, it wouldn’t straighten things out for + you. You have to deliver to the people who acted + on my behalf so much Grenfell stock, and you can’t + get it—now.”</p> + + <p>“That’s true,” was the dejected answer. “What + are you going to do?”</p> + + <p>“That,” said Stirling, grimly, “is a matter that + must stand over until I can send for the man who + found the Grenfell mine. I can’t tell you what course + he’s likely to adopt, but in the meantime I’d like to + point out just how you stand. You set in motion the + laws of supply and demand to break a struggling + man. They’re the only ones you recognize; but, as it + happens, they’re immutable laws that work both ways, + and you’re hard up against them now. It’s not a + pleasant situation, but I can’t say how far we may + <a class="pagenum" id="page364" title="364"></a>be disposed to let you off it until I’ve had a talk with + Mr. Weston. After that, I’ll send for you.”</p> + + <p>There was nothing more to be said; and when the + two men went out, Stirling turned to Wannop.</p> + + <p>“If you can get a wire through to Mr. Weston, + tell him to come back at once.”</p> + + <p>“I’ll have it done,” said Wannop. “He said he + had sent an Indian to wait for letters or messages at + the nearest railroad settlement. You have those men + in your clutches. You could break them if you wanted + to.”</p> + + <p>“Well,” laughed Stirling, “on the whole I’m more + disposed to make them hand over a moderate sum, + and to let them off after that, on condition that in the + future they keep their hands off the Grenfell Consolidated.”</p> + + <p>“You’d take their word?” Wannop asked.</p> + + <p>“Yes,” said Stirling, with an air of whimsical reflection; + “in this case, anyway, I ’most think I could. + They’ve had about enough of the Grenfell Consols. I + guess they found them prickly.”</p> + + <p>Then he went out, and Wannop despatched a telegram + to Weston, who left the mine immediately after + it reached him. Somewhat to his astonishment, he, + found Stirling awaiting him when he sprang down + from the car platform in the station at Montreal, and + the latter smiled benevolently as he grasped his hand.</p> + + <p>“Ida would have come along if I’d let her,” he + explained. “I felt, however, I’d better make things + clear to you before you saw her. We’ll go straight to + Wannop’s office and have a little talk.”</p> + + <p>It did not take Wannop long to explain the situation; + and when he judiciously left Weston and Stirling + alone together, the latter smiled at his companion.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page365" title="365"></a>“Well,” he said, “as the specimens we have just + been handling seem quite as rich as the last lot, it’s + evident that your share in the Grenfell will keep you + comfortable, and, as far as I’m concerned, there’s no + reason why you and Ida should not set up housekeeping + as soon as you like. Now, it’s my intention to hand + her a block of the Grenfell stock as part of her wedding + present, on condition that she takes your advice + as to what she does with it. I’d just like to suggest + that you make the people who want that stock subscribe + quite smartly, and then let them off. It’s not + wise to push a beaten enemy too far.”</p> + + <p>Weston, who agreed with this, expressed his + thanks and then asked a question.</p> + + <p>“Wannop mentioned one lot of six hundred shares. + Where did you get those?”</p> + + <p>“They were thrown on the market by an English + holder. I believe you gave some stock to friends over + there?”</p> + + <p>“I did. On condition that they didn’t sell without + consulting me.”</p> + + <p>“Then it seems that somebody must have gone + back on you.”</p> + + <p>Weston’s face grew a trifle flushed.</p> + + <p>“I think,” he said, “we’ll let that subject drop altogether. + It’s a rather painful one.”</p> + + <p>Stirling made a sign of comprehension.</p> + + <p>“Well,” he said, “I’ve other business on hand, and + I guess Ida is expecting you.”</p> + + <p>Weston took the hint; and not long afterward Ida + was smiling up at him with shining eyes. They had a + good deal to tell each other, and some time had + passed when Ida said:</p> + + <p>“We’ll go back to the bush again as soon as the + <a class="pagenum" id="page366" title="366"></a>snow melts, if only for a week or two.” Then she + flashed a quick glance at him. “That is, unless you + are longing for a trip to England.”</p> + + <p>A shadow crept into Weston’s face as he remembered + the six hundred shares, but he smiled a moment + later.</p> + + <p>“No,” he said. “We’ll go over there together by + and by—but not just now. We’ll camp beside the lake + where I met you first, instead.”</p> + + <p>After a while Ida lifted his right hand gently, and + glanced down at the battered knuckles and broken + nails.</p> + + <p>“I’m glad it’s hard and strong—strong enough to + keep me safe. And those scars will wear off, dear,” + she said. “There are scars of another kind that don’t—but + with those you and I have nothing to do.”</p> + + <p>Then she looked up at him.</p> + + <p>“Do you know what first made me think of you?”</p> + + <p>“I don’t,” replied Weston, smiling. “In fact, I + have often wondered.”</p> + + <p>“Then,” said Ida, “I’ll show you. I mentioned the + picture once before, but you didn’t think it worth + while to look at it. That was left to me. I looked at + it very often while you were away.”</p> + + <p>She led him across the room, and Weston started + and flushed when she took out the picture Arabella + Kinnaird had made.</p> + + <p>“No,” said Ida, “I really don’t think you have + any reason to regret your conduct that eventful + evening.”</p> + + <p>“I never fancied that you or Miss Kinnaird saw + me,” laughed Weston. “I’m afraid it was a remarkably + foolish action.”</p> + + <p>“It was one of the little actions that have big + results,” said Ida. And in this she was correct, for + <a class="pagenum" id="page367" title="367"></a>one must reap as one has sown. Then she looked up + at him.</p> + + <p>“If you hadn’t taken Grenfell’s part that night you + would not have found the mine.”</p> + + <p>Weston smiled, and gripped the hand he held in a + tightening clasp.</p> + + <p>“The mine!” he said. “Grenfell gave me you!”</p> + </div> + <p id="story_end">THE END</p> + <!-- [Blank Page] --> + <div id="advertisements"> + <div id="ad_1" class="advertisement"> + <p class="ad_heading">A FEW OF<br /> + <span class="ad_publisher_heading">GROSSET & DUNLAP’S</span><br /> + <span class="ad_subtitle">Great Books at Little Prices</span><br /> + NEW, CLEVER, ENTERTAINING.</p> + + <p class="ad_book">GRET: The Story of a Pagan. By Beatrice Mantle. Illustrated + by C. M. Relyea.</p> + + <p>The wild free life of an Oregon lumber camp furnishes the setting for this + strong original story. 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Illustrated + by A. B. Frost, J. M. Conde and Frank Verbeck.</p> + + <p>Again Uncle Remus enters the fields of childhood, and leads another + little boy to that non-locatable land called “Brer Rabbit’s Laughing + Place,” and again the quaint animals spring into active life and play their + parts, for the edification of a small but appreciative audience.</p> + + <p class="ad_book">THE CLIMBER. By E. F. Benson. With frontispiece.</p> + + <p>An unsparing analysis of an ambitious woman’s soul—a woman who + believed that in social supremacy she would find happiness, and who finds + instead the utter despair of one who has chosen the things that pass away.</p> + + <p class="ad_book">LYNCH’S DAUGHTER. By Leonard Merrick. Illustrated by + Geo. 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Illustrations by Clarence Rowe.</p> + + <p>A novel which exposes the abuses in this country of the police + system.</p> + + <p>The son of an aristocratic New York family marries a woman + socially beneath him, but of strong, womanly qualities that, later + on, save the man from the tragic consequences of a dissipated life.</p> + + <p>The wife believes in his innocence and her wit and good sense + help her to win against the tremendous odds imposed by law.</p> + + <p class="ad_book">THE THIRTEENTH DISTRICT. By Brand Whitlock.</p> + + <p>A realistic western story of love and politics and a searching study + of their influence on character. 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A dramatic picture that lives and shines with the indefinable + charm of poetic romance.</p> + + <p class="ad_book">A SISTER TO EVANGELINE. By Charles G. D. + Roberts. Illustrated by E. McConnell.</p> + + <p>Being the story of Yvonne de Lamourie, and how she went + into exile with the villagers of Grand Prè. Swift action, + fresh atmosphere, wholesome purity, deep passion and searching + analysis characterize this strong novel.</p> + + <p class="ad_book">THE OPENED SHUTTERS. By Clara Louise Burnham. + Frontispiece by Harrison Fisher.</p> + + <p>A summer haunt on an island in Casco Bay is the background + for this romance. A beautiful woman, at discord with + life, is brought to realize, by her new friends, that she may + open the shutters of her soul to the blessed sunlight of joy by + casting aside vanity and self love. A delicately humorous + work with a lofty motive underlying it all.</p> + + <p class="ad_book">THE RIGHT PRINCESS. By Clara Louise Burnham.</p> + + <p>An amusing story, opening at a fashionable Long Island resort, + where a stately Englishwoman employs a forcible New + England housekeeper to serve in her interesting home. How + types so widely apart react on each others’ lives, all to ultimate + good, makes a story both humorous and rich in sentiment.</p> + + <p class="ad_book">THE LEAVEN OF LOVE. By Clara Louise Burnham. + Frontispiece by Harrison Fisher.</p> + + <p>At a Southern California resort a world-weary woman, young + and beautiful but disillusioned, meets a girl who has learned + the art of living—of tasting life in all its richness, opulence and + joy. The story hinges upon the change wrought in the soul + of the blasè woman by this glimpse into a cheery life.</p> + + <p class="ad_footer">Grosset & Dunlap, 526 West <span class="ad_street">26th</span> St., New York</p> + </div> + <div id="ad_5" class="advertisement"> + <p class="ad_heading">A FEW OF<br /> + <span class="ad_publisher_heading">GROSSET & DUNLAP’S</span><br /> + <span class="ad_subtitle">Great Books at Little Prices</span></p> + + <p class="ad_book">WHEN A MAN MARRIES. By Mary Roberts Rinehart. + Illustrated by Harrison Fisher and Mayo Bunker.</p> + + <p>A young artist, whose wife had recently divorced him, finds that + a visit is due from his Aunt Selina, an elderly lady having ideas + about things quite apart from the Bohemian set in which her + nephew is a shining light. The way in which matters are temporarily + adjusted forms the motif of the story.</p> + + <p>A farcical extravaganza, dramatized under the title of “Seven Days”</p> + + <p class="ad_book">THE FASHIONABLE ADVENTURES OF JOSHUA + CRAIG. By David Graham Phillips. Illustrated.</p> + + <p>A young westerner, uncouth and unconventional, appears in + political and social life in Washington. He attains power in politics, + and a young woman of the exclusive set becomes his wife, undertaking + his education in social amenities.</p> + + <p class="ad_book">“DOC.” GORDON. By Mary E. Wilkins-Freeman. Illustrated + by Frank T. Merrill.</p> + + <p>Against the familiar background of American town life, the + author portrays a group of people strangely involved in a mystery. + “Doc.” Gordon, the one physician of the place, Dr. Elliot, his + assistant, a beautiful woman and her altogether charming daughter + are all involved in the plot. A novel of great interest.</p> + + <p class="ad_book">HOLY ORDERS. By Marie Corelli.</p> + + <p>A dramatic story, in which is pictured a clergyman in touch with + society people, stage favorites, simple village folk, powerful financiers + and others, each presenting vital problems to this man “in + holy orders”—problems that we are now struggling with in America.</p> + + <p class="ad_book">KATRINE. By Elinor Macartney Lane. With frontispiece.</p> + + <p>Katrine, the heroine of this story, is a lovely Irish girl, of lowly + birth, but gifted with a beautiful voice.</p> + + <p>The narrative is based on the facts of an actual singer’s career, + and the viewpoint throughout is a most exalted one.</p> + + <p class="ad_book">THE FORTUNES OF FIFI. By Molly Elliot Seawell. + Illustrated by T. de Thulstrup.</p> + + <p>A story of life in France at the time of the first Napoleon. Fifi, + a glad, mad little actress of eighteen, is the star performer in a third + rate Parisian theatre. A story as dainty as a Watteau painting.</p> + + <p class="ad_book">SHE THAT HESITATES. By Harris Dickson. Illustrated + by C. W. Relyea.</p> + + <p>The scene of this dashing romance shifts from Dresden to St. + Petersburg in the reign of Peter the Great, and then to New Orleans.</p> + + <p>The hero is a French Soldier of Fortune, and the princess, who + hesitates—but you must read the story to know how she that hesitates + may be lost and yet saved.</p> + + <p class="ad_footer">Grosset & Dunlap, 526 West <span class="ad_street">26th</span> St., New York</p> + </div> + <div id="ad_6" class="advertisement"> + <p class="ad_heading">A FEW OF<br /> + <span class="ad_publisher_heading">GROSSET & DUNLAP’S</span><br /> + <span class="ad_subtitle">Great Books at Little Prices</span></p> + + <p class="ad_book">HAPPY HAWKINS. By Robert Alexander Wason. Illustrated + by Howard Giles.</p> + + <p>A ranch and cowboy novel. 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An entertaining book with both a story and a moral, and + without a dull page—Mr. Wells’s most notable achievement.</p> + + <p class="ad_book">A HUSBAND BY PROXY. By Jack Steele.</p> + + <p>A young criminologist, but recently arrived in New York city, + is drawn into a mystery, partly through financial need and partly + through his interest in a beautiful woman, who seems at times the + simplest child and again a perfect mistress of intrigue. A baffling + detective story.</p> + + <p class="ad_book">LIKE ANOTHER HELEN. By George Horton. Illustrated + by C. M. Relyea.</p> + + <p>Mr. Horton’s powerful romance stands in a new field and brings + an almost unknown world in reality before the reader—the world + of conflict between Greek and Turk on the Island of Crete. The + “Helen” of the story is a Greek, beautiful, desolate, defiant—pure + as snow.</p> + + <p>There is a certain new force about the story, a kind of master-craftsmanship + and mental dominance that holds the reader.</p> + + <p class="ad_book">THE MASTER OF APPLEBY. By Francis Lynde. + Illustrated by T. de Thulstrup.</p> + + <p>A novel tale concerning itself in part with the great struggle in + the two Carolinas, but chiefly with the adventures therein of two + gentlemen who loved one and the same lady.</p> + + <p>A strong, masculine and persuasive story.</p> + + <p class="ad_book">A MODERN MADONNA. By Caroline Abbot Stanley.</p> + + <p>A story of American life, founded on facts as they existed some + years ago in the District of Columbia. The theme is the material + love and splendid courage of a woman.</p> + + <p class="ad_footer">Grosset & Dunlap, 526 West <span class="ad_street">26th</span> St., New York</p> + </div> + <div id="ad_7" class="advertisement"> + <p class="ad_heading">TITLES SELECTED FROM<br /> + <span class="ad_publisher_heading">GROSSET & DUNLAP’S LIST</span><br /> + REALISTIC, ENGAGING PICTURES OF LIFE</p> + + <p class="ad_book">THE GARDEN OF FATE. By Roy Norton. Illustrated + by Joseph Clement Coll.</p> + + <p>The colorful romance of an American girl in Morocco, and + of a beautiful garden, whose beauty and traditions of strange + subtle happenings were closed to the world by a Sultan’s seal.</p> + + <p class="ad_book">THE MAN HIGHER UP. By Henry Russell Miller. + Full page vignette illustrations by M. Leone Bracker.</p> + + <p>The story of a tenement waif who rose by his own ingenuity + to the office of mayor of his native city. 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