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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 www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Girl From Keller's + Sadie's Conquest + +Author: Harold Bindloss + +Release Date: April 11, 2006 [EBook #3663] +Last Updated: March 15, 2018 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE GIRL FROM KELLER'S *** + + + + +Produced by Dagny;John Bickers; David Widger + + + + + +</pre> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <h1> + THE GIRL FROM KELLER'S + </h1> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h2> + By Harold Bindloss + </h2> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + ORIGINAL PREPARER'S NOTE + + This text was prepared from an edition, published by Frederick A. Stokes + Company, New York, 1917. It was published in England under the title + “Sadie's Conquest.” + </pre> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <blockquote> + <p class="toc"> + <big><b>CONTENTS</b></big> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0002"> <big><b>THE GIRL FROM KELLER'S</b></big> </a> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0001"> CHAPTER I </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0002"> CHAPTER II </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0003"> CHAPTER III </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0004"> CHAPTER IV </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0005"> CHAPTER V </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0006"> CHAPTER VI </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0007"> CHAPTER VII </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0008"> CHAPTER VIII </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0009"> CHAPTER IX </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0010"> CHAPTER X </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0011"> CHAPTER XI </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0012"> CHAPTER XII </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0013"> CHAPTER XIII </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0014"> CHAPTER XIV </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0015"> CHAPTER XV </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0016"> CHAPTER XVI </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0017"> CHAPTER XVII </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0018"> CHAPTER XVIII </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0019"> CHAPTER XIX </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0020"> CHAPTER XX </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0021"> CHAPTER XXI </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0022"> CHAPTER XXII </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0023"> CHAPTER XXIII </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0024"> CHAPTER XXIV </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0025"> CHAPTER XXV </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0026"> CHAPTER XXVI </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0027"> CHAPTER XXVII </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0028"> CHAPTER XXVIII </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0029"> CHAPTER XXIX </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0030"> CHAPTER XXX </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0031"> CHAPTER XXXI </a> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0002" id="link2H_4_0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> <br /> <br /> + </p> + <h1> + THE GIRL FROM KELLER'S + </h1> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0001" id="link2HCH0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER I + </h2> + <h3> + THE PORTRAIT + </h3> + <p> + It was getting dark when Festing stopped at the edge of a ravine on the + Saskatchewan prairie. The trail that led up through the leafless birches + was steep, and he had walked fast since he left his work at the + half-finished railroad bridge. Besides, he felt thoughtful, for something + had happened during the visit of a Montreal superintendent engineer that + had given him a hint. It was not exactly disturbing, because Festing had, + to some extent, foreseen the line the superintendent would take; but a + post to which he thought he had a claim had been offered to somebody else. + The post was not remarkably well paid, but since he was passed over now, + he would, no doubt, be disappointed when he applied for the next, and it + was significant that as he stood at the top of the ravine he first looked + back and then ahead. + </p> + <p> + In the distance, a dull red glow marked the bridge, where the glare of the + throbbing blast-lamps flickered across a muddy river, swollen by melting + snow. He heard the ring of the riveters' hammers and the clang of + flung-down rails. The whistle of a gravel train came faintly across the + grass, and he knew that for a long distance gangs of men were smoothing + the roughly graded track. + </p> + <p> + In front, everything was quiet. The pale-green sky was streaked along the + horizon by a band of smoky red, and the gray prairie rolled into the + foreground, checkered by clumps of birches and patches of melting snow. In + one place, the figures of a man and horses moved slowly across the fading + light; but except for this, the wide landscape was without life and + desolate. Festing, however, knew it would not long remain a silent waste. + A change was coming with the railroad; in a few years, the wilderness + would be covered with wheat; and noisy gasoline tractors would displace + the plowman's teams. Moreover, a change was coming to him; he felt that he + had reached the trail fork and now must choose his path. + </p> + <p> + He was thirty years of age and a railroad builder, though he hardly + thought he had much talent for his profession. Hard work and stubborn + perseverance had carried him on up to the present, but it looked as if he + could not go much farther. It was eight years since he began by joining a + shovel gang, and he felt the lack of scientific training. He might + continue to fill subordinate posts, but the men who came to the front had + been taught by famous engineers and held certificates. + </p> + <p> + Yet Festing was ambitious and had abilities that sprang rather from + character than technical knowledge, and now wondered whether he should + leave the railroad and join the breakers of virgin soil. He knew something + about prairie farming and believed that success was largely a matter of + temperament. One must be able to hold on if one meant to win. Then he + dismissed the matter for a time, and set off again with a firm and + vigorous tread. + </p> + <p> + Spring had come suddenly, as it does on the high Saskatchewan plains, and + he was conscious of a strange, bracing but vaguely disturbing quality in + the keen air. One felt moved to adventure and a longing for something new. + Men with brain and muscle were needed in the wide, silent land that would + soon waken to busy life; but one must not give way to romantic impulses. + Stern experience had taught Festing caution, his views were utilitarian, + and he distrusted sentiment. Still, looking back on years of strenuous + effort that aimed at practical objects, he felt that there was something + he had missed. One must work to live, but perhaps life had more to offer + than the money one earned by toil. + </p> + <p> + The red glow on the horizon faded and an unbroken arch of dusky blue + stretched above the plain. He passed a poplar bluff where the dead + branches cut against the sky. The undergrowth had withered down and the + wood was very quiet, with the snow-bleached grass growing about its edge, + but he seemed to feel the pulse of returning life. The damp sod that the + frost had lately left had a different smell. Then a faint measured + throbbing came out of the distance, and he knew the beat of wings before a + harsh, clanging call fell from the sky. + </p> + <p> + He stopped and watched a crescent of small dark bodies plane down on + outstretched wings. The black geese were breaking their long journey to + the marshes by the Arctic Sea; they would rest for a few days in the + prairie sloos and then push on again. Their harsh clamor had a note of + unrest and rang through the dark like a trumpet call, stirring the blood. + The brant and bernicle beat their way North against the roaring winds, and + man with a different instinct pressed on towards the West. + </p> + <p> + It was a rich land that rolled back before him towards the setting sun. + Birch and poplar bluffs broke the wide expanse; there was good water in + the winding creeks, a black soil that the wheat plant loved lay beneath + the sod, and the hollows held shallow lakes that seldom quite dried up. + Soon the land would be covered with grain; already there were scattered + patches on which the small homesteaders labored to free themselves from + debt. For the most part, their means and tools were inadequate, the haul + to the elevators was long, and many would fall an easy prey to the + mortgage robber. But things would soon be different; the railroad had + come. For all that, Festing resolved that he would not be rash. His pay + was good in the meantime, and he would wait. + </p> + <p> + By and by a cluster of buildings rose out of the grass. A light or two + twinkled; a frame house, a sod stable, and straw-covered wheat bins that + looked like huge beehives grew into shape. The homestead was good, as + homesteads in the back townships went, but Festing knew the land was badly + worked. Charnock had begun well, with money in the bank, but luck had been + against him and he had got slack. Indeed this was Charnock's trouble; when + a job got difficult, he did not stay with it. + </p> + <p> + Festing crossed the fall back-set, where the loam from the frost-split + clods stuck to his boots, passed the sod stable, noting that one end was + falling down, and was met on the veranda by Charnock's dogs. They sprang + upon him with welcoming barks, and pushing through them, he entered the + untidy living-room. Charnock sat at a table strewn with papers that looked + like bills, and there was a smear of ink on his chin. + </p> + <p> + “Hallo!” he said. “Sit down and take a smoke while I get through with + these.” + </p> + <p> + Festing pulled a chair into his favorite corner by the stove and looked + about when he had lighted his pipe. The room was comfortless and bare, + with cracked, board walls, from which beads of resin exuded. A moose head + hung above a rack of expensive English guns, a piano stood in a corner, + and lumps of the <i>gumbo</i> soil that lay about the floor had gathered + among its legs. Greasy supper plates occupied the end of the table, and + the boards round the stove were blackened by the distillate that dripped + from the joint where the pipe went through the ceiling. These things were + significant, particularly the last, since one need not burn green wood, + which had caused the tarry stain, and the joint could have been made + tight. + </p> + <p> + Then Festing glanced at Charnock. The latter was a handsome man of about + Festing's age. He had a high color and an easy smile, but he had, so to + speak, degenerated since he came to Canada. Festing remembered his + keenness and careless good-humor when he began to farm, but disappointment + had blunted the first, though his carelessness remained. He had been + fastidious, but one now got a hint of a coarse streak and there was + something about his face that indicated dissipation. Yet Festing admitted + that he had charm. + </p> + <p> + “You don't look happy,” he remarked. + </p> + <p> + “I don't feel particularly happy,” Charnock replied. “In fact, the + reckoning I've just made looks very like a notice to quit.” He threw + Festing a paper and swept the others into a drawer. “You might examine the + calculations and see if they're right. I'm not fond of figures.” + </p> + <p> + “That was obvious long since. However, if you'll keep quiet for a few + minutes——” + </p> + <p> + Festing studied the paper, which contained a rough statement of Charnock's + affairs. The balance was against him, but Festing thought it might be + wiped off, or at least pulled down, by economy and well-directed effort. + The trouble was that Charnock disliked economy, and of late had declined + to make a fight. Festing doubted if he could be roused, but meant to try. + </p> + <p> + “I see an error of a hundred dollars, but that doesn't make much + difference. Things look pretty bad, but I imagine they could be + straightened out.” + </p> + <p> + “How long would it take you to put them straight?” + </p> + <p> + “Three years,” said Festing, when he had made a rough calculation. “That + is, if I got moderately good crops, but I'd cut out drinks, the pool game, + and some other extravagances. You want to keep away from the settlement.” + </p> + <p> + “You'd cut out all that makes life bearable,” Charnock replied, and added + while his face went hard: “Besides, three years is too long.” + </p> + <p> + Festing thought he understood. The portrait of an English girl hung on the + wall behind the stove, and Charnock had already been some time in Canada. + </p> + <p> + “Anyhow,” the latter resumed, “you take much for granted if you count upon + a moderately good crop; I haven't got one yet. We're told this is a great + country for the small farmer, and perhaps it is, so long as he escapes a + dry June, summer hail, rust, and autumn frost. As a matter of fact, I've + suffered from the lot!” + </p> + <p> + “So have others, but they're making good.” + </p> + <p> + “At a price! They sweat, when it's light long enough, sixteen hours a day, + deny themselves everything a man can go without, and when the grain is + sold the storekeeper or implement dealer takes all they get. When the + fellow's sure of their honesty he carried them on, for the sake of the + interest, until, if they're unusually lucky, a bonanza crop helps them to + wipe off the debt. But do you imagine any slave in the old days ever + worked so hard?” + </p> + <p> + Festing knitted his brows. He felt that Charnock must be answered, and he + was not a philosopher. + </p> + <p> + “Canada's a pretty hard country, and the man without much capital who + undertakes to break new soil must have nerve. But he has a chance of + making good, and a few years of self-denial do a man no harm. In fact, I + expect he's better for it afterwards. A fool can take life easily and do + himself well while his dollars last.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock smiled sourly. “I've heard something of this kind before! You're + a Spartan; but suppose we admit that a man might stand the strain, what + about a woman?” + </p> + <p> + “That complicates the thing. I suppose you mean an Englishwoman?” + </p> + <p> + “I do. An Englishwoman of the kind you used to know at home, for example. + Could she live on rancid pork, molasses, and damaged flour? You know the + stuff the storekeepers supply their debtors. Would you expect a delicately + brought-up girl to cook for you, and mend and wash your clothes, besides + making hers? To struggle with chores that never end, and be content, for + months, with your society?” + </p> + <p> + Festing pondered. Life on a small prairie farm was certainly hard for a + woman; for a man it was bracing, although it needed pluck and resolution. + Festing had both qualities, perhaps in an unusual degree, and his point of + view was essentially practical. He had grappled with so many difficulties + that he regarded them as problems to be solved and not troubles to + complain about. He believed that what was necessary or desirable must be + done, no matter how hard it was. One considered only the best way of + removing an obstacle, not the effort of mind and body it cost. Still, he + could not explain this to Charnock; he was not a moralizer or clever at + argument. + </p> + <p> + Then half-consciously he fixed his eyes on the portrait which he had often + studied when the talk flagged. The girl was young, but there was something + in the poise of her head that have her an air of distinction. Festing did + not know if distinction was quite what he meant, but could not think of a + better term. She looked at one with steady eyes; her gaze was frank and + fearless, as if she had confidence in herself. Yet it was not an + aggressive confidence, but rather a calm that sprang from pride—the + right kind of pride. In a way, he knew nothing about her, but he was sure + she would disdain anything that was shabby and mean. He was not a judge of + beauty, but thought the arch of her brows and the lines of nose and mouth + were good. She was pretty, but in admitting this one did not go far + enough. The pleasure he got from studying her picture was his only + romantic weakness, and he could indulge it safely because if he ever saw + her it would be when she had married his friend. + </p> + <p> + The curious thing was that she had promised to marry Charnock. Bob was a + good sort, but he was not on this girl's level, and if she raised him to + it, would probably feel uncomfortable there. He was slack and took the + easiest way, while a hint of coarseness had recently got more marked. + Festing was not fastidious, but he lived with clear-eyed, wiry men who + could do all that one could expect from flesh and blood. They quarreled + about their wages and sometimes struck a domineering boss, but they did + their work, in spite of scorching heat and biting frost. Raging floods, + snowslides, and rocks that rolled down the mountain side and smashed the + track never daunted them. Their character had something of the clean + hardness of finely tempered steel. But Charnock was different. + </p> + <p> + “So you think of quitting?” Festing said at length. + </p> + <p> + “I'm forced to quit; I'm in too deep to get straight. It's possible that + the man I owe most money might give me time, but it would only mean that + I'd slave for another year or two and come down after all. I don't see why + I should sweat and deny myself for somebody else's benefit, particularly + as I'm not fond of doing so for my own.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you have made a plan?” + </p> + <p> + Charnock laughed. “I'd a notion of applying for a railroad job. The pay's + pretty good, and I daresay you could put me on the track.” + </p> + <p> + “I could. The trouble is that somebody else might afterwards put you off. + However, if you'd like to try—” + </p> + <p> + “I'll wait a bit. I don't know that it's prudent to plunge into things.” + </p> + <p> + “It is, if you plunge in and stop in until you struggle out with what you + want. Come up to the track and ask for me when you decide to let the farm + go.” + </p> + <p> + “On the whole, I think not,” said Charnock, whose look got somewhat + strained. “You see, I expect an offer of another post though nothing's + been fixed yet. We'll let the matter drop in the meantime. Are you going + to the Long Lake picnic?” + </p> + <p> + Festing looked at him with surprise. “Certainly not! Did you ever know me + leave my job to go to a picnic?” + </p> + <p> + “It might be better if you did! My opinion is you think too much about + your job.” + </p> + <p> + “You think too little about yours,” Festing rejoined. “Anyhow, what + amusement do you think I'd get from lounging round Long Lake all day?” + </p> + <p> + “The ducks ought to be plentiful and I'd lend you a gun. In fact, I'll + lend you my second team, if you'll drive the Marvin girls over.” + </p> + <p> + “No, thanks,” said Festing firmly. “Somebody left Flora Marvin on my hands + at the supper, and I imagine she got very tired. She certainly looked + tired; the girls about the settlement don't hide their feelings. But who's + going with you, since you want the other team?” + </p> + <p> + “I promised to take Sadie Keller.” + </p> + <p> + “Sadie Keller?” Festing exclaimed and paused, rather awkwardly. “Well, of + course, I don't see why you shouldn't take her, if she wants to go.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock looked at him with amusement. “As she's the chief organizer of + the picnic, Sadie does want to go. For that matter, it was her suggestion + that I should bring you.” + </p> + <p> + “I won't be there; for one thing, I'm too busy,” Festing declared, and + soon afterwards got up. “It's time I started back to camp.” + </p> + <p> + Leaving the homestead, he walked thoughtfully across the plain. Charnock + had his faults, but he was his friend and was now in trouble. However, as + he had not the pluck to face his difficulties, Festing did not see how he + could help. Then he did not like Bob's taking Miss Keller to the picnic, + because he had met and thought her dangerous. It was not that she had + tried to flirt with him, although she had done so; he felt that if he had + played up, it might have been difficult afterwards to let the matter drop. + Sadie was not a silly coquette. She had a calculating bent, ambition, and + a resolute character. She would not flirt with anybody who was, so to + speak, not worth powder and shot. + </p> + <p> + Festing did not know how Miss Keller rated his value, but he was satisfied + to remain a bachelor, and had perhaps allowed her to understand this, + because she had since treated him with cold politeness. Now it looked as + if she had thrown Bob some favor, which was ominous, because Sadie had + generally an object. Of course, if Bob were free and content to marry a + girl from the settlement, Sadie would not be a bad choice. She certainly + had some virtues. But Bob was not free, and it was unthinkable that a man + who had won the love of the girl whose portrait Festing knew should be + satisfied with another of Sadie's type. + </p> + <p> + Then Festing pulled himself up. He could not warn Bob to be cautious, or + interfere with the girl's plans, supposing that she had made some. + Besides, it was Charnock's affair, not his. By and by he dismissed the + matter and thought about a troublesome job that must be undertaken in the + morning. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0002" id="link2HCH0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER II + </h2> + <h3> + THE PICNIC + </h3> + <p> + The picnic at Long Lake was an annual function, held as soon as the + weather got warm enough, to celebrate the return of spring. Winter is long + and tedious on the high Western plains, where the frost is often Arctic + and little work can be done, and after sitting by the red-hot stove + through the dark, cold months, the inhabitants of the scattered homesteads + come out with joyful hearts to greet the sunshine. There is, however, no + slow transition. Rushing winds from the North-west sweep the sky, the snow + vanishes, and after a week or two, during which the prairie trails are + impassable, the bleached grass dries and green blades and flowers spring + from the steaming sod. + </p> + <p> + Moreover, the country round Long Lake has some beauty. To the east, it + runs back, bare and level, with scarcely a tree to break the vast expanse; + but to the west low undulations rise to the edge of the next tableland. + Sandhills mark the summits, but the slopes are checkered with birches and + poplars, and creeks of clear water flow through the hollows in the shadow + of thick bluffs. There are many ponds, and here and there a shallow lake + shines amidst the sweep of grass. The clear air and the distance the view + commands give the landscape a distinctive charm. One has a sense of space + and freedom; all the eye rests upon is clean-cut. + </p> + <p> + It was a bright morning when Charnock drove up to the door of Keller's + hotel. The street was one-sided, and for the most part of its length, + small, ship-lap-board houses boldly fronted the prairie. A few had shallow + verandas that relieved their bareness, but the rest were frankly ugly, and + in some the front was carried up level with the roof-ridge, giving them a + harsh squareness of outline. A plank sidewalk, raised a foot or two above + the ground, ran along the street, where the black soil was torn by wagon + wheels. + </p> + <p> + There was nothing attractive about the settlement, and Charnock had once + been repelled by its dreariness. He, however, liked society, and as the + settlement was the only center of human intercourse, had acquired the + habit of spending time there that ought to have been devoted to his farm. + He enjoyed a game of pool, and to sit on the hotel veranda, bantering the + loungers, was a pleasant change from driving the plow or plodding through + the dust that rolled about the harrows. For all that, he knitted his brows + as his light wagon lurched past the Chinese laundry and the poolroom in + the next block. The place looked mean and shabby in the strong sunlight, + and, with feelings he had thought dead re-awaking, he was conscious of a + sharp distaste. There was a choice he must shortly make, and he knew what + it would cost to take the line that might be forced on him. + </p> + <p> + It was with a certain shrinking he stopped his team in front of the hotel. + The bare windows were open and the door was hooked back, so that one could + see into the hall, where a row of tin wash-basins stood on a shelf. Dirty + towels were scattered about, and the boarded floor was splashed. The + veranda, on to which the hall opened, was strewn with cigar-ends and burnt + matches, and occupied by a row of cheap wooden chairs. Above the door was + painted <i>The Keller House</i>. The grocery in the next block, and the + poolroom, bore the same owner's name. + </p> + <p> + When Charnock stopped, a man without a coat and with the sleeves of his + fine white shirt rolled up came out. He as rather an old man and his + movements were slack; his face was hard, but on the whole expressionless. + </p> + <p> + “Hallo!” he said. “Late again! The others have pulled out a quarter of an + hour since.” + </p> + <p> + “I saw them,” Charnock answered with a languid hint of meaning. “Didn't + want to join the procession and thought they might load up my rig if I got + here on time.” + </p> + <p> + Keller looked hard at him, as if he understood, and then asked: “Want a + drink before you start?” + </p> + <p> + “No, thanks,” said Charnock, with an effort; and Keller, going to the + door, shouted: “Sadie!” + </p> + <p> + A girl came out on the veranda. She was a handsome girl, smartly dressed + in white, with a fashionable hat that had a tall plume. Her hair and eyes + were black, the latter marked by a rather hard sparkle; her nose was + prominent and her mouth firm. Her face was colorless, but her skin had the + clean smoothness of silk. She had a firmly lined, round figure, and her + manner was easy and confident. Sadie Keller was then twenty-one years of + age. + </p> + <p> + “I thought you had forgotten to come, Bob,” she said with a smile. + </p> + <p> + “Then you were very foolish; you ought to have known me better,” Charnock + replied, and helped her into the wagon. + </p> + <p> + “Well, you do forget things,” she resumed as he started the team. + </p> + <p> + “Not those I want to remember. Besides, if you really thought I had + forgotten, you'd have been angry.” + </p> + <p> + “How d'you know I'm not angry now?” + </p> + <p> + Charnock laughed. “When you're angry everybody in the neighborhood knows.” + </p> + <p> + This was true. Sadie was young, but there was something imperious about + her. She had a strong will, and when it was thwarted was subject to fits + of rage. Reserve was not among her virtues, and Charnock's languid + carelessness sometimes attracted and sometimes annoyed her. It marked him + as different from the young men she knew and gave him what she called + tone, but it had drawbacks. + </p> + <p> + “Let me have the reins; I want to drive,” she said, and added as the + horses trotted across the grass beside the torn-up trail: “You keep a + smart team, but they're too light for much work about the farm.” + </p> + <p> + “That's so. Still, you see, I like fast horses.” + </p> + <p> + “They have to be paid for,” Sadie rejoined. + </p> + <p> + “Very true, but I don't want to talk about such matters now. Then I've + given up trying to make the farm pay. When you find a thing's impossible, + it's better to let it go.” + </p> + <p> + Sadie did not reply. She meant to talk about this later, but preferred to + choose her time. Her education had been rudimentary, but she was naturally + clever. She liked admiration, but was not to be led into foolishness by + vanity. Sadie knew her value. It had for some time been obvious that a + number of the young farmers who dealt at the store and frequented the + hotel did so for her sake, and she was willing to extend her father's + trade. In fact, she helped to manage both businesses as cleverly as she + managed the customers. Her charm was largely physical, but she used it + with caution. One might indulge in banter, and Sadie had a ringing laugh + that young men liked, but there were limits that few who knew her + overstepped. One or two had done so, but had been rebuked in a way they + wished to forget. Sadie had the tricks of an accomplished coquette, but + something of the heart of a prude. + </p> + <p> + The settlement got indistinct, and crossing a low rise, they drove past a + birch bluff where the twigs were breaking into tiny points of green. Then + they forded a creek and skirted a shallow lake, from which a flock of + ducks rose and flew North in a straggling wedge. Sandhills gleamed on the + ridges, tall cranes stalked about the hollows, and when the team, laboring + through the loose soil, crossed an elevation one could see the plain roll + back into the far distance. It was sharp-cut to the horizon; only the + varying color that changed from soft blue to white and yellow in the + foreground helped the eye to gage its vast extent. The snow had bleached + the grass, which glittered like silver in the strong sunlight. + </p> + <p> + A boisterous wind from the North-west drove white-edged clouds across the + sky, but the air was soft with a genial warmth that drew earthy smells + from the drying sod. In places, an emerald flush had begun to spread + across the withered grass and small flowers like crocuses were pushing + through. The freshness and hint of returning life reacted on Charnock, and + stirred his blood when he glanced at his companion. He felt her physical + allurement as he had not felt it before, but now and then he resolutely + looked away. Sadie had shown him marked favor, but there was much he might + lose. + </p> + <p> + She would not have charmed him when he first came to the prairie with + romantic hopes and vague ambitions. He had been fastidious then, and the + image of a very different girl occupied his heart. Even now he knew the + other stood for all that was best in life; for tender romances, and + sweetness, and high purpose. Helen had gracious qualities he had once + half-reverently admired. She loved pictures and books and music, and was + marked by a calm serenity that was very different from Sadie's restless + force. But it looked as if he had lost her, and Sadie, who could break a + horse and manage a hotel, was nearer his level. Yet he hesitated; he must + choose one of two paths, and when he had chosen could not turn back. + </p> + <p> + “You don't talk much,” Sadie remarked at length. “Guess you must be + thinking about your mortgage.” + </p> + <p> + “I was, in a way. It was rather useless and very rude. However, I won't + think of it again until somebody makes me.” + </p> + <p> + “That's a way of yours. You think too late.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm afraid I sometimes do so,” Charnock admitted. “Anyhow, to-day, I'm + not going to think at all.” + </p> + <p> + Sadie noted the reckless humor with which he began to talk, but she led + him on, and they engaged in cheerful banter until Long Lake began to gleam + among the woods ahead. Charnock skirted the trees and pulled up where a + number of picketed teams and rigs stood near the water's edge. Farther + along, a merry party was gathering wood to build a fire, and Charnock did + not find Sadie alone again for some hours after he helped her down. + </p> + <p> + In summer, Long Lake has no great beauty and shrinks, leaving a white + saline crust on its wide margin of sun-baked mud, but it is a picturesque + stretch of water when the snow melts in spring and the reflections of the + birches quiver on the smooth belt along its windward edge. Farther out, + the shadows of flying clouds chase each other across the flashing surface. + Two or three leaky canoes generally lie among the trees, and in the + afternoon Charnock dragged one down, and helping Sadie on board, paddled + up the lake. + </p> + <p> + As they crept round a point flocks of ducks left the water and the air + throbbed with a beat of wings that gradually died away. The fire, round + which the others sat, was out of sight, and the rustle of the tossing + birches emphasized the quietness. Charnock let the canoe drift, and Sadie + looked up at him from her low seat among the wagon robes he had brought. + </p> + <p> + “What are you going to do about your farm?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + “I don't know yet, and don't see why I should bore you with my troubles.” + </p> + <p> + “Pshaw!” said Sadie. “You want to put the thing off; but you know you + can't.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock made a gesture of humorous resignation. “Very well! I expect I + won't be able to carry on the farm.” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Sadie, thoughtfully, “I don't think you could. There are men + who would be able, but not you.” + </p> + <p> + “I dare say you're right, but you're not flattering,” Charnock rejoined + with a smile. + </p> + <p> + Sadie gave him a steady look. “Your trouble is you laugh when you ought to + set your lips and get busy. One has got to hustle in Canada.” + </p> + <p> + “I have hustled. In fact, it's hustling that has brought me low. If I + hadn't spent my money trying to break fresh land, I wouldn't have been so + deep in debt.” + </p> + <p> + “And you'd have had more time to loaf about the settlement?” + </p> + <p> + “On the whole, I don't think that's kind. If I hadn't come to the + settlement, I wouldn't have seen you, and that's about the only comfort I + have left.” + </p> + <p> + A touch of color crept into Sadie's face, but her thoughtful look did not + change. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” she said, “I'd surely have liked you to make good, and don't know + that we mightn't have got the mortgage held over; but it wouldn't have + been much use. You'd have started again and then got tired and not have + stayed with it.” She spread out her hands impatiently. “That's the kind of + man you are!” + </p> + <p> + “I'm afraid it's true,” Charnock admitted. “But I hope you like me all the + same.” + </p> + <p> + Sadie was silent for a few moments, but her color was higher and Charnock + mused. He supposed she meant she could have persuaded her father to come + to his help, and it looked as if she well knew his failings. Still he felt + rather amused than resentful. + </p> + <p> + “We'll let that go,” she resumed. “I want you to quit joking and listen. + We're going to have a boom at the settlement as soon as the railroad's + opened, and I and the old man can hardly manage the store and hotel. We've + got to have help; somebody the boys like and we can trust. Well, if you + took hold the right way——” + </p> + <p> + She stopped, but Charnock understood. Keller was often ill and was getting + old. He could not carry on his rapidly extending business much longer, and + Charnock might presently take his place. But this was not all, and he + hesitated. + </p> + <p> + “Do you think I'm fit for the job?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “You could do it if you tried.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock smiled. “It's comforting to feel somebody trusts me, and I see + advantages in the plan. You keep the books, I think. It's very nice in the + little back office when the lamps are lit and the store is shut. We could + make up the bills together.” + </p> + <p> + Sadie blushed, and he thought he had not seen her look so attractive. She + was remarkably pretty, although there was now something about her that + puzzled him. It was something elusive that acted like a barrier, keeping + him away. Yet he knew the girl was fond of him; if he wanted her, he had + but to ask, and it was not on this account he hesitated. He thought of a + creeper-covered house in England; a house that had an air of quiet + dignity. He remembered the old silver, the flowers in the shady rooms, and + the pictures. The girl who moved about the rooms harmonized with her + surroundings; her voice was low and clear, she had a touch of stateliness. + Well, he was ruined, and she was far away, but Sadie was close by, waiting + for him. For a moment he set his lips, and then, while his nerves tingled, + banished the disturbing doubts. + </p> + <p> + Dropping the paddle, he leaned forward, put his hand on the girl's waist, + and drew her towards him. He felt her yield, and heard her draw a + fluttering breath. Her head drooped so that he could not see her face; she + was slipping into his arms, and then, in the moment of surrender, he felt + her body stiffen. She put her hands on his shoulder and pushed him back; + the canoe lurched and he had some trouble to prevent a capsize. The water + splashed against the rocking craft, and Sadie, drawing away, fixed her + eyes on him. She was breathless, but rather from emotion than effort. + </p> + <p> + “Don't do that again!” she said. + </p> + <p> + Charnock saw she meant it, which was strange. Sadie knew and sometimes + used her power of attraction, but it was obvious that she was angry. It + looked as if he had chosen the wrong moment, and he felt worse baffled and + disappointed than he had thought possible. + </p> + <p> + “I won't,” he said as carelessly as he could. “You nearly threw us both + into the water.” + </p> + <p> + “I guess that's what I meant to do,” she answered fiercely. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I expect I'd have been able to pull you out. Suppose I ought to say + I'm sorry; but I'm not. In fact, Sadie, I don't quite understand—” + </p> + <p> + “No,” she said, “you don't understand at all! That's the trouble.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock took out his tobacco pouch and began to make a cigarette. Sadie's + cold dignity was something new and he thought she could not keep it up. If + she did not break out in passionate anger, she would soon come round. As + he finished the cigarette she turned to him with flashing eyes. + </p> + <p> + “Put that tobacco away or I'll throw it in the lake! Do you think you can + kiss me when you like?” + </p> + <p> + “I wish I could,” said Charnock. “As a matter of fact, I haven't kissed + you yet. But I'm sorry if you're vexed.” + </p> + <p> + For a moment Sadie hesitated and then fixed him with a fierce, scornful + gaze. + </p> + <p> + “Oh,” she said, “you're cheap, and you'd make me as cheap as you! You want + things for nothing; they must be given, where other men would work and + fight. But you can't amuse yourself by making love to me.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock felt humiliated. If he had really offended her, she could have + rebuked him with a look or sign. Her unnecessary frankness jarred. + </p> + <p> + “Very well; I must ask you to forget it. Of course, I was wrong, but I'll + try not to vex you again. What are we going to do now?” + </p> + <p> + “Paddle back to the others as quick as you can.” + </p> + <p> + Throwing his cigarette into the water, Charnock turned the canoe. It was a + relief to be energetic, because Sadie's demand for speed stung him. He + glanced at her now and then, but she gave no sign of relenting; her face + was whiter than usual and her look was strained. Getting angry, he drove + the canoe down the lake with a curling wave at her bow, until the paddle + snapped in a savage stroke and he flung the haft away. For a moment, he + hoped Sadie would laugh, but she did not. + </p> + <p> + “Now you'll have to paddle with your hands until you pick up the broken + blade,” she said. + </p> + <p> + Charnock did so and afterwards awkwardly propelled the craft towards the + camp fire. He thought Sadie might have suggested their landing and walking + back, but she was silent and calmly watched his clumsy efforts. He was + glad when they reached the beach where the others were and he helped her + out. An hour or two later he drove her home, but she did not talk. Her + anger had gone, but she seemed strangely distant. After helping her down + at the hotel he waited a moment. + </p> + <p> + “Can't we make this up and be friends again?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + She gave him a curious steady glance. “Not now. It looks as if you didn't + know me yet.” + </p> + <p> + Then she left him, and Charnock drove home in a thoughtful mood. He had + some idea about what she meant and had been rather surprised by the pride + she had shown. Sadie had certainly led him on; but she was not altogether + the girl he had thought. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0003" id="link2HCH0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER III + </h2> + <h3> + KELLER INTERFERES + </h3> + <p> + For two or three weeks after the picnic Charnock did not meet Sadie. The + rebuff he had got did not rankle much, and was rather provocative than + daunting, but he understood why she had told him he made her cheap. She + meant to keep her caresses for her husband or declared lover, and if he + wanted her, he must pay the regular price. This was very proper, from her + point of view, but from his the price was high. + </p> + <p> + Sadie was pretty, capable, and amusing, but he was not sure he would like + to see her every day, in his house and at his table. Besides, the house + would really be hers, and Sadie would not forget this. She was determined + and liked her own way. He had promised to marry another girl, of a very + different stamp, but his conscience was clear on that point. It was better + for Helen's sake that he should give her up, because he was on the edge of + ruin and she was much too good for him. Irresolution, however, was perhaps + his greatest failing, and now he must decide, he wavered and thought about + what he had lost. + </p> + <p> + There were days when he would not admit that all was lost, and harnessing + his team in the early morning, drove the gang-plow through the soil until + the red sunset faded off the plain. In his heart, he knew the fight was + hopeless; Festing, for example, in his place, might perhaps make good, but + he had not the stamina for the long struggle. All the same, he worked with + savage energy until his mood changed and he went off to hunt sandhill + cranes. He would sooner have gone to the poolroom, but there was a risk of + his meeting Sadie at the settlement. + </p> + <p> + In the meantime the days got warmer and a flush of vivid green spread + across the grass. The roaring wind that swept the tableland drove clouds + that never broke across the dazzling sky, and where there were belts of + plowed land the harrows clanked across the furrows amidst a haze of + blowing dust. The ducks and geese had gone, and red lilies began to sway + above the rolling waves of grass. Farmer and hired man worked with tense + activity, but Charnock's efforts were spasmodic and often slack. + </p> + <p> + In the meantime, trade was brisk at the settlement, and Keller found his + business made demands on him that he could hardly meet. It was rapidly + growing, and his strength got less. Indeed, he would have sold out but for + Sadie. The girl was clever and had tone; he wanted her to find life smooth + and taste pleasure her mother had not enjoyed. The latter had helped him + in a hard fight when dollars were very scarce, and died, worn out, just + before the tide turned. Since then he had schemed and sweated to make her + child's future safe. + </p> + <p> + Now he thought he had done so, but it had been a struggle, and he knew he + had held on too long. Keeping store in a wheat-growing district was not a + simple matter of selling groceries; one was in reality a banker. Bills + were not often paid until the crop was harvested, farmers began without + much money, and one must know whom to trust. Indeed, one often financed a + hustler who had no capital, and kept an honest man who had lost a crop on + his feet; but the risk was great, and one felt the strain when there was + rust and autumn frost. + </p> + <p> + One bright afternoon Keller stood on the sidewalk in front of the store. + He was not old, but his hair was gray and his face was pinched. It was + rather a hard face, for Keller's glance was keen and his lips were + generally firmly set. Yet he was liked by his customers. Now he was + breathing hard because he had helped a farmer to put a heavy bag of flour + in his wagon. The farmer drove away and a cloud of dust the team stirred + up blew down the street. The fronts of the wooden houses were cracking in + the hot sun; there was not a tree to relieve the bare ugliness of the + place, and the glare was dazzling. Keller at first imagined this was why + he could not see the wagon well, but after a few moments he knew better. + </p> + <p> + He went into the store with a staggering step, and the rank smell of + cheese and salt-pork nauseated him. The room felt very hot and was full of + flies that buzzed in a tormenting cloud round his head. He wanted + quietness and made his way to the dark back office, where he dropped into + a chair. + </p> + <p> + “Go to the hotel,” he ordered the clerk who entered after him. “Tell Jake + to give you a big glass of the special whisky. Be quick, but don't run and + spill the stuff.” + </p> + <p> + The clerk came back in a few minutes, and Keller pulled himself together + when he had drained the glass, though his forehead was damp with sweat. + </p> + <p> + “Now where's the list of the truck Gascoyne got?” he said. “I'll look it + up.” + </p> + <p> + “Sure you feel all right?” the clerk inquired. + </p> + <p> + “Get the list,” said Keller. “Take that glass away.” + </p> + <p> + He picked up a pen, but put it down when he found his hand shook, and told + the clerk to charge the goods. When the latter had gone, he sat still for + some minutes and then opened a book of accounts. He had had another + warning, sharper than the last, and had better put things straight while + he could. With this object he worked later than usual, and when he + returned to the hotel called Sadie into his private room. The girl sat + down, and he studied her, leaning his elbow heavily on the table. + </p> + <p> + Sadie had a strained look and had been quiet for the last week or two + except when she was angry. This indicated that her nerves were on edge, + and Keller thought he knew why. + </p> + <p> + “I guess we've got to have a talk,” he said. “I've put it off, but now's + the time.” + </p> + <p> + Sadie waited calmly. She had courage and knew she must be frank with her + father. He did not, as a rule, say much, but he noted things and + understood. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” he resumed, “I've built up a pretty good business here, but I'll + have to quit and leave you some day, and reckon you won't be satisfied to + stop at the hotel all your life. You're smart and a looker, and I guess + you want to go out and see the world. That's all right, and you'll be + able, as far as dollars count; but I can't go with you and you can't go + alone.” + </p> + <p> + Sadie shivered. Keller's face was pinched, and she knew his health was not + good, although she did not know how bad it really was. + </p> + <p> + “I couldn't leave you, anyway, and hope you'll be with me a long time + yet.” + </p> + <p> + “It's possible,” said Keller. “All the same, I can't keep my grip on the + business long and want a man to help. But I'm not going to trust a + stranger or a hired man. You see where this leads?” + </p> + <p> + Sadie saw and made a vague gesture, though her glance was level. + </p> + <p> + “Very well. The man who carries on my business must be your husband. Now + there are three or four of the boys in the settlement who could be taught + to run the store and hotel, but I allow you don't want me to choose from + them. Have I got that right?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Sadie with quiet calm, although her heart beat. “None of them + would suit.” + </p> + <p> + Keller knitted his brows and his look was grave. “They're good boys, and + if you had taken one of that bunch, I'd have been satisfied. I reckon the + trouble is they're my kind and belong where I do, while you mean to go + higher. Well, that's right; I've put up the dollars to give you a good + time, but you can't get where you want on your own feet.” He paused with a + dry smile. “I allow you're smart enough to figure this out.” + </p> + <p> + “I have,” said Sadie. “There's much I don't know and couldn't learn here. + If I'm to move up, my husband must help.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I only know two men round the settlement who could help. Festing's + my choice.” + </p> + <p> + A wave of color flushed Sadie's white skin, but her voice was quiet. “He + isn't mine. I allow, in some ways, he's the better man, but that doesn't + count.” + </p> + <p> + Keller looked hard at her. “I used to think your head would guide you, not + your heart; but it seems you're like the rest—well, I was a very + poor man when your mother married me! Now I like Charnock and he has tone; + but if you take him, there's a risk—” + </p> + <p> + “I know the risk.” + </p> + <p> + “It's plain! I'd stop the thing right now if you were a different girl, + but you know what you want and how to keep it when it's got. It looks as + if you had made up your mind?” + </p> + <p> + Sadie's hands moved nervously. She made a sign of agreement, but did not + speak, and Keller went on: + </p> + <p> + “Anyhow, you'd better understand what you're up against. Sometimes you'll + have to hustle Charnock and sometimes hold him tight. You must keep him + off the liquor, and maybe stop him getting after other girls. Then when + you sell out the business, you'll hold the dollars.” + </p> + <p> + For a moment Sadie turned her head and then got up and stood by her + father's chair. Her look was strained but resolute as she put her hand on + his arm. + </p> + <p> + “I know all that! Bob has plenty of faults, but he's the man I love.” + </p> + <p> + Keller took and pressed her hand. He had some misgivings, but he knew his + daughter. + </p> + <p> + “We all like Charnock, and though I wouldn't trust him far, I can trust + you. I think you've got that right and won't forget. Very well, since you + want Charnock I'll get him for you.” + </p> + <p> + Sadie stooped and kissed him and then went out. She was moved, but there + was nothing to be said. Her father was not a sentimentalist, but he had + never failed her and would not do so now. When she sat down in her room, + however, her face was grave. Her courage was high, but she felt half + afraid. Although she loved Bob Charnock, life with him might be difficult. + He was older than she and knew much more, but she must lead him and be + firm where he was weak. It was a hard task for an ignorant girl, but she + resolved to carry it out. + </p> + <p> + Next morning Keller went down the street and entered a wooden building + filled with gaudily painted mowers and plows. He was not the man to waste + time when he had made a plan, and moreover felt that he had not much time + to lose. Finding the implement dealer in his office, he sat down, + breathing rather hard. + </p> + <p> + “You don't look very spry this morning,” the dealer remarked. + </p> + <p> + “I don't feel so bright. The boys have been rushing me the last week or + two. Say, trade is booming now!” + </p> + <p> + “It surely is. I could sell more machines than I've got, but I've got a + lot of money standing out, and after the bad harvest last fall, don't know + who to trust.” + </p> + <p> + They compared notes about their customers, and presently the dealer + remarked: “Charnock was in a few days ago, asking about a new wagon, a + mower, and some small tools.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” said Keller, rather sharply. “Then it looks as if he meant to hold + on! He reckoned, not long since, that he'd have to quit. But what did you + tell him?” + </p> + <p> + “To come again. I'd like to keep Bob Charnock up, but guess it's + dangerous. Owes me a pile. How does he stand with you?” + </p> + <p> + Keller supplied the information, and the other looked thoughtful. “Didn't + know it was quite so bad as that. I allow I'd better not let him have the + goods.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I reckon he's trying the new man at Concord. Smith said he met him + there yesterday.” + </p> + <p> + The dealer frowned. He hated to think of a customer going to somebody + else. In fact, this was, for a debtor, an unpardonable offense. + </p> + <p> + “Charnock's trouble is that he's not quite straight. Ought to have stayed + with me, told me how he was fixed, and let me see what I could do. If he's + going to deal with the new man, I'd better pull him up and try to get my + money back.” + </p> + <p> + “You can't get it,” said Keller dryly. “He can't pay now, and if you let + him go on until harvest, you'll have a crowd of others with long bills + fighting for what's left.” + </p> + <p> + “Looks like that,” the dealer agreed. “Well, I'd have liked to keep him + going if he'd stayed with me, but I can't stand for losing the dollars he + owes. What are we going to do about the thing?” + </p> + <p> + Keller explained his plans, and after some argument the other agreed. The + decision they came to would bring Charnock's farming to an end, but Keller + left the office with some doubts. His scheme was going to succeed, but he + wondered whether he had indulged Sadie too far. Much depended on her + firmness, and she might find the job harder than she thought; but on the + whole he imagined she would be equal to the strain. + </p> + <p> + A week later, Charnock sat, one afternoon, in the saddle of his gang-plow, + tearing a row of furrows through the dusty sod. The sweating horses moved + leisurely, and he did not urge them as he moodily watched the tangled + grass part before the shares and vanish beneath the polished surface of + the turned-up clods. He was breaking new soil, doing work that would be + paid for in the future, and knew the reward of his labor might never be + his. When he reached the end of the plowing he stopped and let the horses + rest while he looked about. + </p> + <p> + One side of the long furrows gleamed in the strong light, and another team + was moving towards him from the opposite end. The sun was hot, but the + wind was fresh, and thin clouds of dust blew across the plain. Still the + belt he was plowing was good soil; the firm black <i>gumbo</i> that holds + the moisture the wheat plant needs. There was something exhilarating in + the rushing breeze and glow of light, but Charnock frowned and wondered + why he had worked so long. He had no real hope, and admitted that he had + continued his spasmodic efforts because he could not face defeat. + </p> + <p> + For all that, he had not been fighting entirely for his farm. He wanted to + keep his freedom; to break through trammels that were getting tighter, and + try to regain something that he had lost. Sometimes he felt desperate, but + now and then saw an elusive ray of hope. If he could hold out until + harvest and reap a record crop—— + </p> + <p> + Then his hired man, driving the other plow, waved his arm, and Charnock + saw a rig lurch across a rise amidst a cloud of sand. It was the + mail-carrier going his round, but he would not have come that way unless + he had letters, and Charnock waited until the man arrived. + </p> + <p> + “Here's your lot,” he said, taking out three or four envelopes. + </p> + <p> + Charnock's hand shook as he opened the first, it was large and had an + official look, and he found a number of unpaid accounts inside. Besides + these, there was a lawyer's letter, stating that certain dealers had + instructed him to recover payment of the debts Charnock owed. He crushed + the letter in his clenched hand and the veins stood out on his forehead, + while his face got red. The blow he feared had fallen and he was ruined; + but when the shock began to pass he felt a faint relief. It was something + to be free from doubt and anxiety, and there were consolations. Now he was + beaten, the line he must take was plain, and it had some advantages. + </p> + <p> + “You can quit plowing and put the teams in the stable,” he said to the + hired man. + </p> + <p> + “Quit now!” exclaimed the other. “What about the machines?” + </p> + <p> + “Let them stop,” said Charnock. “It seems they belong to my creditors, who + can look after them. I'm going to Concord and don't know when I'll be + back.” + </p> + <p> + He went off towards the homestead and half an hour later drove away across + the plain. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0004" id="link2HCH0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IV + </h2> + <h3> + FESTING COMMITS THEFT + </h3> + <p> + The air was sharp and wonderfully invigorating when Festing stopped for a + few moments, one evening, outside Charnock's homestead. A row of sandhills + glimmered faintly against the blue haze in the east, but the western edge + of the plain ran in a hard black line beneath a blaze of smoky red. It was + not dark, but the house was shadowy, and Festing noticed a smell of + burning as he entered. + </p> + <p> + The top was off the stove in Charnock's room, and the flame that licked + about the hole showed that the floor was strewn with torn paper. Charnock + was busy picking up the pieces, and when he threw a handful into the stove + a blaze streamed out and the light shone upon the wall. Festing noted that + the portrait that had hung there had gone, and looking round in search of + it, saw a piece of the broken frame lying on the stove. It was half burned + and a thin streak of smoke rose from its glowing end. Festing remarked + this with a sense of anger. + </p> + <p> + “What are you doing, Bob?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Cleaning up,” Charnock answered, with a hoarse laugh, as he sat down + among the litter. “Proper thing when you mean to make a fresh start! + Suppose you take a drink and help.” + </p> + <p> + A whisky bottle and a glass stood on the table, and Festing thought + Charnock had taken some liquor, although he was not drunk. Stooping down, + he began to pick up the papers, which, for the most part, looked like + bills. There were, however, a few letters in a woman's hand, and by and by + he found a bit of riband, a glove, and a locket that seemed to have been + trampled on. + </p> + <p> + “Are these to be burned?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Charnock. “Don't want them about to remind me——Burn + the lot.” + </p> + <p> + Festing, with some reluctance, threw them into the stove. He was not, as a + rule, romantic, but it jarred him to see the things destroyed. They had, + no doubt, once been valued for the giver's sake; dainty hands had touched + them; the locket had rested on somebody's white skin. They were pledges of + trust and affection, and he had found them, trampled by Charnock's heavy + boots, among the dust and rubbish. + </p> + <p> + “You'd get on faster if you used a brush,” he suggested. + </p> + <p> + “Can't find the brush. Confounded thing's hidden itself somewhere. Can't + remember where I put anything to-night. Suppose you don't see a small lace + handkerchief about?” + </p> + <p> + Festing said he did not, and Charnock made a gesture of resignation. + “Looks as if I'd burned it with the other truck, but I got that from + Sadie, and there'll be trouble if she wants to know where it's gone. She + may want to know some time. Sadie doesn't forget.” + </p> + <p> + “Did Sadie give you the locket?” + </p> + <p> + “She did not,” said Charnock. “You're a tactless brute. But there's + something else I want, and I don't know where it can have got.” + </p> + <p> + He upset a chair as he turned over some rubbish near the table, under + which he presently crawled, while Festing looking about, noted a small + white square laying half hidden by the stove. Picking it up, he saw it was + the portrait of the English girl, and resolved with a thrill of + indignation that Charnock should not burn this. He felt that its + destruction would be something of an outrage. + </p> + <p> + He glanced at Charnock, but the latter's legs alone stuck out from under + the table, and as it was obvious that he could not see, Festing dusted the + portrait and put it in his pocket. By and by Charnock crept out and got + upon his feet. It was dark now, but the glow of the burning paper + flickered about the room and touched his face. His hair was ruffled, his + eyes were dull, and his mouth had a slack droop. Festing felt some pity + for the man, though he was also sensible of scornful impatience. The smell + of burned paper disturbed him with its hint of vanished romance. Putting + the lid on the stove, he took the lamp from Charnock's unsteady hand, and, + when he had lighted it, found a brush and set to work. Presently Charnock + made a vague sign of relief as he looked at the swept floor. + </p> + <p> + “All gone!” he remarked. “There was something I couldn't find. Suppose I + burned it, though I don't remember.” + </p> + <p> + “There's nothing left,” said Festing, who felt guilty. “Why did you + destroy the things?” + </p> + <p> + Charnock sat down and awkwardly lighted his pipe. “Wanted to begin again + with what they call a clean slate. Besides, the stove's the best place for + bills that bother you.” + </p> + <p> + “You can't get rid of the debts by burning the bills.” + </p> + <p> + “That's true,” said Charnock with a grin. “Unfortunately obvious, in fact! + However, I cut up my account book.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't see how that would help.” + </p> + <p> + “My creditors can now amuse themselves by finding out how I stand.” + </p> + <p> + Festing frowned impatiently. “A rather childish trick! It doesn't strike + me as humorous.” + </p> + <p> + “You're a disgustingly serious fellow,” Charnock rejoined. “But you might + be a bit sympathetic, because I've had a nasty knock. My creditors have + come down on me, and I'm going to be married.” + </p> + <p> + Festing smiled. He had some sense of humor, and Charnock's manner seemed + to indicate that he felt he was confronted with two misfortunes. + </p> + <p> + “You must have known your creditors would pull you up unless you came to + terms with them, but one would expect you to please yourself about getting + married.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm not sure your joke's in good taste,” Charnock answered sullenly. “But + in a way, one thing depended on the other. Perhaps I oughtn't to have said + so, but I'm upset to-night. Though I did expect to be pulled up, it was a + knock.” + </p> + <p> + “No doubt. Are you going to marry Sadie?” + </p> + <p> + “I am. Have you any reason to disapprove?” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly not,” said Festing. “Sadie's rather a friend of mine.” + </p> + <p> + In a sense, this was true. When Festing first came to the prairie from a + mountain construction camp, where he had not seen a woman for twelve + months, he had felt Sadie's charm. Moreover, he imagined that the girl + liked him and consciously used her power, although with a certain reserve + and modesty. For all that, he fought against his inclination and conquered + without much effort. Marriage had not much attraction for him, but if he + did marry, he meant to choose a wife of a different type. + </p> + <p> + “Sadie's a very good sort,” Charnock resumed. “She knows what we are, and + doesn't expect too much; not the kind of girl to make ridiculous demands. + In fact, Sadie can make allowances.” + </p> + <p> + Festing thought this was doubtful praise, although it bore out his opinion + of the girl. For all that, Sadie might not be so willing to make + allowances for her husband as for a lover of whom she was not quite sure. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps that kind of thing has advantages,” he said. “But I don't know—” + </p> + <p> + “I do know,” said Charnock; “I've tried the other way. The feeling that + you're expected to keep on a high plane soon gets tiresome; besides, it + isn't natural. It's better to be taken for what you are.” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose so,” Festing assented. “Anyway, if Sadie's satisfied——” + </p> + <p> + Charnock grinned, although there was a touch of color in his face. + </p> + <p> + “You're not given to flattery, but might use a little tact. I've had a + knock and am not quite sober, so I can't argue the point. Then it isn't + your business if Sadie's satisfied or not.” + </p> + <p> + “That's so. But what are you going to do when your creditors turn you + out?” + </p> + <p> + “Everything's arranged. I'm going to help Keller at the hotel and store.” + </p> + <p> + Festing got up. “Well, I've stopped longer than I meant. I wish you good + luck!” + </p> + <p> + “We'll have a drink,” said Charnock, reaching for the bottle with an + unsteady hand. Then he paused and gave Festing a suspicious look. “It's + curious about that portrait! I used to see you gazing at it, and don't + remember that I picked it up.” + </p> + <p> + “No, thanks,” said Festing, refusing the glass. “I think you've had + enough. In fact, it might have been better when you were wiping the slate + clean if you had put the bottle in the stove.” + </p> + <p> + He went out and walked back to the camp in the moonlight, thinking hard. + He was angry with Charnock, but vaguely sorry. Bob had some virtues and + was throwing himself away, although, when one came to think of it, this + was only true to some extent. What one meant was that he was throwing away + his opportunities of rising to a higher plane; while Bob was satisfied + with his present level Sadie was good enough for him, perhaps too good. + Life together might be hard for both, and there was a touch of pathos in + his burning all the tender tokens that bound him to the past, though it + was ominous that he kept the whisky. He could, however, get as much liquor + as he wanted at the hotel; that is, if Sadie allowed it, but there was + some comfort in the thought that the girl was clever and firm. + </p> + <p> + Festing dismissed the matter, and when he reached his shack at the bridge + put the portrait on the table and sat down opposite. He felt that he knew + this girl, whom he had never met, very well. Something in her look had + cheered him when he had difficulties to overcome; he felt that they were + friends. She was calm and fearless and would face trouble with the level + glance he knew, although now and then, when the lamp flickered in the + draught, he had thought she smiled. They had been companions on evenings + when Charnock wanted to read the newspaper or the talk had flagged. + Sometimes the window and door were open and the smell of parched grass + came in; sometimes the stove was red-hot and the house shook in the icy + blast. Festing admitted that it was not altogether for Charnock's society + he had visited the homestead. + </p> + <p> + Then he began to puzzle about a likeness to somebody he knew. He had + remarked this before, but the likeness was faint and eluded him. Lighting + his pipe, he tried to concentrate his thoughts, and by and by made an + abrupt movement. He had it! When he was in British Columbia, engaged on + the construction of a section of the railroad that was being built among + the mountains, he met a young Englishman at a mining settlement. The lad + had been ill and was not strong enough to undertake manual labor, which + was the only occupation to be found in the neighborhood. Moreover, he had + lost his money, in consequence, Festing gathered, of his trusting + dangerous companions. + </p> + <p> + Festing, finding that he had been well educated and articled to a civil + engineer, got him a post on the railroad, where he helped the surveyors. + Dalton did well and showed himself grateful, but when Festing went to the + prairie he lost touch with the lad. The latter wrote to him once or twice, + but he was too busy to keep up the correspondence. Now he knew it was + something in Dalton's face he found familiar in the portrait. The girl had + a steady level glance, and the lad looked at one like that. Indeed, it was + his air of frankness that had persuaded Festing to get him the post. + </p> + <p> + But this led him nowhere. He did not know the girl's name, and if it was + the same as the lad's, it would not prove that they were related. He + pushed back his chair and got up. It looked as if he was in some danger of + becoming a romantic fool, but he put the portrait carefully away, Soon + after he had done so a man came in, and sitting down, lighted a cigarette. + </p> + <p> + “I wanted to see you, Festing, but hadn't a chance all day,” he said. + “Probably you haven't heard that I've got orders where to send the staff + when the bridge is finished, as it will be soon.” + </p> + <p> + Festing looked up sharply. Kerr was his superior in the company's service, + but they were on good terms. + </p> + <p> + “I haven't heard. I'm anxious to know.” + </p> + <p> + Kerr told him, and Festing's face hardened. + </p> + <p> + “So Marvin and I go on to the next prairie section! Since they want the + best men on the difficult work in the mountains, it means that we're + passed over.” + </p> + <p> + “It does, in a sense,” Kerr agreed. + </p> + <p> + “Then I think I know why you came,” said Festing, who pondered for a few + moments. He had courage and decision, and it was his habit to face a + crisis boldly. “Now,” he resumed, “I'm going to ask your opinion of my + prospects if I stay on the road?” + </p> + <p> + “Your record's good. You're sure of a post, so long as there's any + construction work going on.” + </p> + <p> + “A post of a kind! Not the best kind, where a man would have a chance of + making his mark?” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Kerr, “I think that's what I meant. The headquarters bosses + don't know us personally, and judge by a man's training and the + certificates he's got. Of course, in spite of this, talent will find its + way, and sometimes one gets there by a stroke of luck.” + </p> + <p> + Festing smiled, rather bitterly. “I have no marked talent, and haven't + found it pay to trust to luck. In fact, my only recommendations are a kind + of practical ability and a capacity for hard work. I got on the road by + doing chores and fought my way up.” + </p> + <p> + “You are practical,” Kerr agreed. “It's your strong point, but I've + thought it sometimes kept you back.” + </p> + <p> + He paused when Festing looked at him with surprise, but resumed in a + thoughtful voice: “When your job's in front of you, you see what must be + done, and do it well; there's not a man on my section does that kind of + thing better. Still, I'm not sure you always see quite far enough. You + miss what lies ahead and sometimes, so to speak, what's lying all round. + Concentration's good, but one can concentrate too much. However, I didn't + come to find fault, but to let you know how matters are.” + </p> + <p> + “Thanks. I'm going to look ahead and all round now, and the situation + strikes me as much like this: If I'm content with a second or third best + post, I can stop; if I want to go as far as my power of concentration may + take me and find a place where I can use my independent judgment, I'd + better quit. Have I got that right?” + </p> + <p> + “It's what I tried to hint. You can count on my recommendation when it's + likely to be of use, but you said something that was rather illuminating. + You want to use your judgment?” + </p> + <p> + Festing laughed. “I don't know that I've thought much about these matters, + but I am an individualist. You get up against useless rules, empty + formalities, and much general stupidity in organized effort, and good work + is often wasted. When you see things that demand to be done, you want to + begin right there and get at the job. If you wait to see if it's yours or + somebody else's, you're apt not to start at all.” + </p> + <p> + “Your plan has drawbacks now and then,” Kerr remarked. “But what are you + going to do about the other matter?” + </p> + <p> + Festing was silent for a few moments. He had to make a momentous choice, + but had known that he must do so and did not hesitate. + </p> + <p> + “I'm going to quit and try farming. After all, I don't know very much + about railroad building; up to now I've got on rather by determination + than knowledge. Then, if I stop with you, I'll come up against a locked + door whenever I try to push ahead.” + </p> + <p> + “There are locked doors in other professions.” + </p> + <p> + “That's so; but in a big organization you must knock and ask somebody to + let you through, and unless you have a properly stamped ticket, they turn + you back. When the job's your own you beat down the door.” + </p> + <p> + “I've seen farmers who tried that plan left outside with badly jarred + hands. Frost and rust and driving sand are difficult obstacles.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes,” said Festing. “But they're natural obstacles; you know what + you're up against and can overcome them, if you're stubborn enough. What I + really mean is, you don't trust to somebody else's good opinion; whether + you fail or not depends upon yourself.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Kerr, getting up, “I think you're making the right choice, + but hope you won't forget me when you leave us. You'll have a friend in + the company's service as long as I'm on the road.” + </p> + <p> + He went out and Festing lighted his pipe. Now he had come to a decision, + there was much that needed thought; but, to begin with, he knew of a + suitable piece of land. Living in camp, he had saved the most part of his + pay, and had inherited a small sum from an English relative. In + consequence, he could buy the land, build a comfortable wooden house, and + have something over to carry him on until he sold his first crop. + </p> + <p> + He resolved to buy the land and set the carpenters to work, but could not + leave the railroad for a month, when it would be rather late to make a + start. Then he had worked without a break for twelve years, for the most + part at camps where no amusement was possible, and resolved to take a + holiday. He would go back to England, where he had a few friends, although + his relatives were dead. This was, of course, an extravagance; but after + the self-denial he had practised there was some satisfaction in being + rash. Lighting another pipe, he abandoned himself to pleasant dreams of + his first holiday. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0005" id="link2HCH0005"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER V + </h2> + <h3> + A RASH PROMISE + </h3> + <p> + A few days before he started for England, Festing went over to Charnock's + homestead, which was shortly to be sold. The evenings were getting light, + and although Festing had finished his day's work before he left the + bridge, the glow of sunset flooded Charnock's living-room. The strong red + light searched out the signs of neglect and dilapidation, the broken boots + and harness that needed mending, the dust sticking to the resin-stains on + the cracked walls, and the <i>gumbo</i> soil on the dirty floor. As + Charnock glanced up a level ray touched his face and showed a certain + sensual coarseness that one missed when the light was normal. Festing, + however, knew the look, and although he had not remarked it when he first + met Charnock, thought it had always been there. + </p> + <p> + The change he had noted in his friend was only on the surface. Charnock + had not really deteriorated in Canada; the qualities that had brought him + down had been overlaid by a spurious grace and charm, but it now looked as + if moral slackness might develop into active vice. On the whole, he + thought Sadie would have trouble with Bob, but this was not his business. + </p> + <p> + “I've come to say good-bye,” he remarked. “I won't see you again until my + return, and expect you'll be married then.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Charnock, shortly. “I suppose you have made some plans for + your trip. Where are you going to stop in England?” + </p> + <p> + Festing told him and he looked surprised. “I didn't know you had friends + in that neighborhood. Will you be with them some time?” + </p> + <p> + “A month, anyway. Then I may come and go.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock pushed his chair back out of the light. “Well, this makes it + easier; there's something I want to ask. We are friends and I've let you + give me good advice, though I haven't always acted on it. I don't know if + this gives me a claim.” + </p> + <p> + “If there's anything I can do——” + </p> + <p> + “There is,” said Charnock, who hesitated for a few moments. “I want you to + go and see Helen Dalton. She's the girl I ought to have married, and + doesn't live very far from your friends.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” said Festing with a start. “It was her portrait you meant to burn?” + </p> + <p> + Charnock gave him a sharp glance. “Just so. I imagine I did burn it, + because I couldn't find it afterwards.” + </p> + <p> + There was silence for a few moments while Festing wondered whether the + other suspected him. Bob had an air of frankness, but was sometimes + cunning. This, however, was not important, and Festing was strongly moved + by the thought that he might see the girl. + </p> + <p> + “Why do you want me to go?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “In order that you can tell her how I was situated. I want her to know why + I was forced to give her up.” + </p> + <p> + “But you have written and stated your reasons.” + </p> + <p> + “Of course. But I've no talent for explanation, and in a letter you say + too little or too much; probably I didn't say enough. Then you can't tell + how far the person written to will understand, and questions rise. But + will you go?” + </p> + <p> + Festing wanted to go, although he saw his task might be embarrassing. He + had been some time in Western Canada, where people are frank and do not + shrink from dealing with delicate matters. Then Charnock was his friend. + </p> + <p> + “It will be an awkward job, but you can indicate the line you think I + ought to take.” + </p> + <p> + “The line is plain. You will tell Helen what it means to lose one's crop, + and try to make her understand the struggle I've had—how the weather + was against me, and the debts kept piling up until I was ruined. You can + describe the havoc made by drought, and frost, and cutting sand. Then + there's the other side of the matter; the hardships a woman must bear on + the plains when money's scarce. The loneliness, the monotonous drudgery, + the heat, the Arctic cold.” + </p> + <p> + “Miss Dalton looks as if she had pluck. She wouldn't be easily daunted.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you think I don't know? But when you meet her you'll see that the life + we lead is impossible for a girl like that.” + </p> + <p> + “It looks as if you wanted me to be your advocate,” Festing remarked + rather dryly. “I'm to make all the excuses for you I can, and prove that + you were justified in breaking your engagement. I doubt if I'm clever + enough—” + </p> + <p> + Charnock stopped him. “No! Perhaps I used excuses, but my object is not to + clear myself.” He paused and colored. “We'll admit that Helen lost nothing + when I gave her up; but a girl, particularly a young, romantic girl, feels + that kind of thing, and it might hurt worse if she thought she had loved a + wastrel. I want her to feel that I broke my engagement for her sake, when + nothing else was possible. That might soften the blow, and I really think + it's true.” + </p> + <p> + “How much of it is true?” Festing asked bluntly. + </p> + <p> + “Ah,” said Charnock, “you're an uncompromising fellow. You meant that if + you'd had my debts and difficulties, you could have made good?” + </p> + <p> + “I might; but we both know two or three other men whom I'd have backed to + do so.” + </p> + <p> + “For all that, you'll admit that the thing was impossible for me?” + </p> + <p> + Festing knitted his brows. “I believe you could have overcome your + difficulties; that is, if you had really made an effort and faced the + situation earlier. But since you hadn't nerve enough, I dare say it was + impossible.” + </p> + <p> + “You forget one thing; I hadn't time. At the best, it would have taken me + three or four years to get straight, and as you haven't much imagination, + I suppose you don't realize what Helen's trials would have been in the + meanwhile. An engaged girl's situation isn't easy when her lover is away. + She stands apart, forbidden much others may enjoy, and Helen would have + had to bear her friends' contemptuous pity for being bound to a man who + had turned out a failure or worse.” + </p> + <p> + “I expect that's true,” Festing agreed. “However, there's another + difficulty. Suppose I persuade Miss Dalton that you made a plucky fight + and only gave her up when you were beaten? She may refuse to let you go, + and insist on coming out to help.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock started, but with a rather obvious effort recovered his calm. + “You must see your suggestion's stupid. Helen can't come out; I'm going to + marry Sadie.” + </p> + <p> + “I forgot,” said Festing. “Well, since you urge me, I'll do what I can, + although I don't like the job.” + </p> + <p> + He left the homestead shortly afterwards, but felt puzzled as he walked + across the plain. When he suggested that Miss Dalton might resolve to join + and help her lover, Charnock had looked alarmed. This was strange, because + although Festing had, for a moment, forgotten Sadie, it was ridiculous to + imagine that Bob had done so. Then why had he started. There were, + however, one or two other things that disturbed Festing, who felt that he + had made a rash promise. But the promise had been made, and he must do his + best to carry it out. + </p> + <p> + He had a fine voyage, and a week after his arrival in the Old Country + walked up and down the terrace of a house among the hills in the North of + England. His host was an old friend of the family who had shown Festing + some kindness when he was young, and his daughter, Muriel, approved her + father's guest. She liked the rather frank, brown-skinned, athletic man, + whom she had joined on the terrace. He was a new and interesting type; but + although she was two or three years the younger and attractive, their + growing friendship was free from possible complications. Muriel, as + Festing had learned, was going to marry the curate. + </p> + <p> + After the roar of activity at the bridge, where the hammers rang all day + and often far into the night, he found his new surroundings strangely + pleasant. In Canada, he had lived in the wilds; on the vast bare plains, + and among snowy mountains where man grappled with Nature in her sternest + mood. Thundering snowslides swept away one's work, icy rocks must be cut + through, and savage green floods threatened the half-built track when the + glaciers began to melt. Every day had brought a fresh anxiety, and now he + welcomed the slackening of the strain. The struggle had left its mark on + him; one saw it in his lean, muscular symmetry, his quiet alertness, and + self-confidence. But he could relax, and found the English countryside had + a soothing charm. + </p> + <p> + The sun was low and rugged hills cut against the pale-saffron sky. The + valley between was filled with blue shadow, but in the foreground a river + twinkled in the fading light. Feathery larches grew close up to the house, + and a beck splashed in the gloom among their trunks. Farther off, a dog + barked, and there was a confused bleating of sheep, but this seemed to + emphasize the peaceful calm. + </p> + <p> + “It's wonderfully quiet,” Festing remarked. “I can't get used to the + stillness; I feel as if I was dreaming and would wake up to hear the din + of the rivers and the ballast roaring off the gravel cars. However, I have + some business to do to-morrow that I'm not keen about. Can one see Knott + Scar from here?” + </p> + <p> + “It's the blue ridge, about six miles off. The dark patch on its slope is + a big beech wood.” + </p> + <p> + “Then do you know the Daltons?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes,” said Muriel. “Helen Dalton is a friend of mine. Although the + Scar's some way off, I see her now and then. But are you going there?” + </p> + <p> + “I am; I wish it wasn't needful,” Festing answered rather gloomily. + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” said Muriel, giving him a sharp glance. “Helen was to have married a + man in Canada, but the engagement was broken off. Do you know him?” + </p> + <p> + “I do. That's why I'm going to the Scar. I've promised to explain matters + as far as I can.” + </p> + <p> + Muriel studied his disturbed face with a twinkle of amusement. “Well, I'm + sorry for Helen; it must have been a shock. For all that, I thought the + engagement a mistake.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you have seen Charnock?” + </p> + <p> + “Once. He's a friend of some people Helen used to stay with in the South, + but I met him at the Scar. Handsome, and charming, in a way, but I thought + him weak.” + </p> + <p> + “What are Miss Dalton's people like?” + </p> + <p> + “Don't you want to know what Helen is like?” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Festing. “I know her already; that is, I've seen her picture.” + </p> + <p> + Muriel, glancing at him keenly, did not understand his look, but replied: + “Helen lives with her mother and aunt, but it's hard to describe them. + They are not old, but seem to date back to other times. In fact, they're + rather unique nowadays. Like very dainty old china; you'd expect them to + break if they were rudely jarred. You feel they ought to smell of orris + and lavender.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah,” said Festing. “I was a fool to promise Charnock. I've never met + people like that, and am afraid they'll get a jar to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't think you need be afraid,” Muriel replied. “They're not really + prudish or censorious, though they are fastidious.” + </p> + <p> + “And is Miss Dalton like her mother and aunt?” + </p> + <p> + “In a way. Helen has their refinement, but she's made of harder stuff. She + would wear better among strains and shocks.” + </p> + <p> + Festing shook his head. “Girls like her ought to be sheltered and kept + from shocks. After all, there's something to be said for Charnock's point + of view. Your delicate English grace and bloom ought to be protected and + not rubbed off by the rough cares of life.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know if you're nice or not,” Muriel rejoined with a laugh. + “Anyway, you don't know many English girls, and your ideas about us are + old-fashioned. We are not kept in lavender now. Besides, it isn't the + surface bloom that matters, and fine stuff does not wear out. It takes a + keener edge and brighter polish from strenuous use. And Helen is fine + stuff.” + </p> + <p> + “So I thought,” said Festing quietly, and stopped at the end of the + terrace. The bleating of sheep had died away, and except for the splash of + the beck a deep silence brooded over the dale. The sun had set and the + landscape was steeped in soft blues and grays, into which woods and hills + slowly melted. + </p> + <p> + “It's remarkably pleasant here,” he said. “Not a sign of strain and hurry; + things seem to run on well-oiled wheels! Perhaps the greatest change is to + feel that one has nothing to do.” + </p> + <p> + “But you had holidays now and then in Canada.” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Festing. “Anyhow I've had none for a very long time. Of course + there are lonely places, and in winter the homesteads on the plains are + deadly quiet, but I was always where some big job was rushed along. + Hauling logs across the snow, driving them down rivers, and after I joined + the railroad, checking calculations, and track-grading in the rain. It was + a fierce hustle from sunrise to dark, with all your senses highly strung + and your efforts speeded up.” + </p> + <p> + “Then one can understand why it's a relief to lounge. But would that + satisfy you long?” + </p> + <p> + Festing laughed. “It would certainly satisfy me for a time, but after that + I don't know. It's a busy world, and there's much to be done.” + </p> + <p> + Muriel studied him as they walked back along the terrace. He wore no hat, + and she liked the way he held his head and his light, springy step, though + she smiled as she noted that he pulled himself up to keep pace with her. + It was obvious that he was not used to moving leisurely. Then his figure, + although spare, was well proportioned, and his rather thin face was frank. + He had what she called a fined-down look, but concentrated effort of mind + and body had given him a hint of distinction. He was a man who did things, + and she wondered what Helen, who was something of a romantic dreamer, + would think of him. Then she reflected with a touch of amusement that he + would probably find the errand his friend had given him embarrassing. + </p> + <p> + “You don't look forward to seeing the Daltons to-morrow,” she remarked. + </p> + <p> + “That's so,” Festing admitted. “I didn't quite know what I'd undertaken + when I gave my promise. The thing looks worse in England. In fact, it + looks very nearly impossible just now.” + </p> + <p> + “But you are going?” + </p> + <p> + Festing spread out his hands. “Certainly. What can I do? Charnock hustled + me into it; he has a way of getting somebody else to do the things he + shirks. But I gave him my word.” + </p> + <p> + “And that's binding!” remarked Muriel, who was half amused by his + indignation. She thought Charnock deserved it, but Festing could be + trusted. + </p> + <p> + “I wish I could ask your advice,” he resumed. “You could tell me what to + say; but as I don't know if Charnock would approve, it mightn't be the + proper thing.” + </p> + <p> + Muriel was keenly curious to learn the truth about her friend's love + affair, but she resisted the temptation. Because she liked Festing, she + would not persuade him to do something for which he might afterwards + reproach himself. + </p> + <p> + “No,” she said, “perhaps you oughtn't to tell me. But I don't think you + need be nervous. If you have the right feeling, you will take the proper + line.” + </p> + <p> + Then they went into the house where the curate was talking to Gardiner. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0006" id="link2HCH0006"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VI + </h2> + <h3> + FESTING KEEPS HIS WORD + </h3> + <p> + Next afternoon Festing leaned his borrowed bicycle against the gate at + Knott Scar and walked up the drive. He had grave misgivings, but it was + too late to indulge them, and he braced himself and looked about with keen + curiosity. The drive curved and a bank of shrubs on one side obstructed + his view, but the Scar rose in front, with patches of heather glowing a + rich crimson among the gray rocks. Beneath these, a dark beech wood rolled + down the hill. On the other side there was a lawn that looked like green + velvet. His trained eye could detect no unevenness; the smooth surface + might have been laid with a spirit level. Festing had seen no grass like + this in Canada and wondered how much labor it cost. + </p> + <p> + Then he came to the end of the shrubs and saw a small, creeper-covered + house, with a low wall, pierced where shallow steps went up, along the + terrace. The creeper was in full leaf and dark, but roses bloomed about + the windows and bright-red geraniums in urns grew upon the wall. He heard + bees humming and a faint wind in the beech tops, but the shadows scarcely + moved upon the grass, and a strange, drowsy quietness brooded over the + place. Indeed, the calm was daunting; he felt he belonged to another world + and was intruding there, but went resolutely up the shallow steps. + </p> + <p> + Two white-haired ladies received him in a shady, old-fashioned room with a + low ceiling. There was a smell of flowers, but it was faint, and he + thought it harmonized with the subdued lighting of the room. A horizontal + piano stood in a corner and the dark, polished rosewood had dull + reflections; some music lay about, but not in disorder, and he noted the + delicate modeling of the cabinet with diamond panes it had been taken + from. He knew nothing about furniture, but he had an eye for line and + remarked the taste that characterized the rest of the articles. There were + a few landscapes in water-color, and one or two pieces of old china, of a + deep blue that struck the right note of contrast with the pale-yellow + wall. + </p> + <p> + Festing felt that the house had an influence; a gracious influence + perhaps, but vaguely antagonistic to him. He had thought of a house as a + place in which one ate and slept, but did not expect it to mold one's + character. Surroundings like this were no doubt Helen Dalton's proper + environment, but he came from the outside turmoil, where men sweated and + struggled and took hard knocks. + </p> + <p> + In the meantime, he talked to and studied the two ladies. Although they + had white hair, they were younger than he thought at first and much alike. + It was as if they had faded prematurely from breathing too rarefied an + atmosphere and shutting out rude but bracing blasts. Still they had a + curious charm, and he had felt a hint of warmth in Mrs. Dalton's welcome + that puzzled him. + </p> + <p> + “We have been expecting you. Bob told us you would come,” she said in a + low, sweet voice, and added with a smile: “I wanted to meet you.” + </p> + <p> + Festing wondered what Bob had said about him, but for a time they + tactfully avoided the object of his visit and asked him questions about + his journey. Then Mrs. Dalton got up. + </p> + <p> + “Helen is in the garden. Shall we look for her?” + </p> + <p> + She took him across the lawn to a bench beneath a copper beech, and + Festing braced himself when a girl got up. She wore white and the shadow + of the leaves checkered the plain dress. He noted the unconscious grace of + her pose as she turned towards him, and her warm color, which seemed to + indicate a sanguine temperament. Helen Dalton was all that he had thought, + and something more. He knew her level, penetrating glance, but she had a + virility he had not expected. The girl was somehow stronger than he + portrait. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps I had better leave you to talk to Mr. Festing,” Mrs. Dalton said + presently and moved away. + </p> + <p> + Helen waited with a calm that Festing thought must cost her much, and + moving a folding chair, he sat down opposite. + </p> + <p> + “I understand Bob told you I would come,” he said. “You see, he is a + friend of mine.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” she replied with a faint sparkle in her eyes. “He hinted that you + would explain matters. I think he meant you would make some defense for + him.” + </p> + <p> + Festing noted that her voice was low like her mother's, but it had a + firmer note. He could be frank with her, but there was a risk that he + might say too much. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” he said, “I may make mistakes. In fact, it was with much + reluctance I promised to come, and if Bob hadn't insisted——” + He paused and pulled himself together. “On the surface, of course, his + conduct looks inexcusable, but he really has some defense, and I think you + ought to hear it, for your own sake.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps I ought,” she agreed quietly. “Well, I am willing.” + </p> + <p> + Festing began by relating Charnock's troubles. He meant her to understand + the situation and supplied rather confusing particulars about prairie + farming and mortgages. For all that, the line he took was strong; he + showed how Charnock's embarrassments prevented his offering her comforts + she would find needful and saving her from the monotonous toil an + impoverished farmer's wife must undertake. In the meantime, but + unconsciously, he threw some light on Charnock's vacillating character. + </p> + <p> + When he stopped Helen mused for a few minutes. Although she had got a + shock when Charnock gave her up, she knew her lover better than when she + had promised to marry him. He came home once in the winter and she had + remarked a change. Bob was not altogether the man she had thought; there + were things that jarred, and his letters gradually made this plainer. + Still she had meant to keep her promise, and his withdrawal hurt. She had + borne something for his sake, because her mother and her relations had not + approved the engagement. Then she roused herself and turned to Festing. + </p> + <p> + “You have done your best for your friend and Bob ought to be grateful, but + you both start from a wrong point. Why do you take it for granted that I + would shrink from hardship?” + </p> + <p> + “I didn't imagine you would shrink,” Festing declared. “For all that, Bob + was right. The life is too hard for a girl brought up like you.” He + hesitated a moment. “I mean for a girl brought up in your surroundings.” + </p> + <p> + Helen smiled and he knew it was a sign of courage, but had a vague feeling + that he understood why she did so as he looked about. The sighing in the + beech tops had died away and the shadows did not move upon the lawn. A + heavy smell of flowers came from the borders and the house seemed to be + sleeping in the hot sunshine. Everything was beautiful, well-ordered, and + tranquil, but he knew if he stayed there long he would hear the cry of the + black geese and the clang of flung-down rails ring through the soporific + calm. Something in the girl's face indicated that she might find the calm + oppressive and sympathize with him. + </p> + <p> + “What is Bob going to do now he has lost his farm?” she asked after a + time. + </p> + <p> + “In one respect, he won't be much worse off. They expect a boom at the + settlement, and he'll manage the hotel and store and poolroom for Keller. + The old man will probably retire soon and Bob will get the business.” + </p> + <p> + “But why should the proprietor give the business to Bob?” + </p> + <p> + “He's Sadie's father,” Festing answered with some surprise. + </p> + <p> + “But who is Sadie?” + </p> + <p> + Festing looked up sharply and saw that Helen was puzzled and suspicious. + Her eyes were harder and her mouth was set. + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” he said. “Don't you know?” + </p> + <p> + A wave of color flushed Helen's face, but her voice was level. “I don't + know! It looks as if Bob had not told me the most important thing. Do you + mean that he is going to marry Miss Keller?” + </p> + <p> + Festing felt pitiful. He saw that she had got a shock, but she bore it + pluckily, and he tried to conquer his indignant rage. Charnock had let him + believe he had told her; he ought to have realized that the fellow could + not act straight. + </p> + <p> + “I thought you knew,” he stammered. + </p> + <p> + “That's obvious,” Helen replied with an effort for calm. “But tell me + something about Miss Keller.” + </p> + <p> + “Sadie runs the hotel and helps at the store. She's rather pretty and + intelligent. In fact, she's generally capable and a good manager.” + </p> + <p> + “You seem to know her well since you call her Sadie.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh,” said Festing, “everybody calls her Sadie!” + </p> + <p> + “You mean in the bar and poolroom? I understand the latter's a public + billiard-saloon!” + </p> + <p> + Festing felt that he must do Sadie justice. She had her virtues, and + although he was very angry with Charnock he did not want Helen to think + the fellow had given her up for a worthless rival. Still he was not sure + if his putting the girl in a favorable light would soften the blow or not. + </p> + <p> + “To begin with, they don't employ women in a Canadian bar. Then Sadie's + quite a good sort and understands Bob—perhaps better than an English + girl could. She was brought up on the plains and knows all about the life + we lead.” + </p> + <p> + “You imply that she is not fastidious, and will be lenient to her + husband's faults? That she will bring him down to her level?” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Festing, who thought Helen did not know Charnock's dissipated + habits, “I imagine she'll keep him there, and that's something. I mean she + won't let him sink below her level; Sadie's shrewd and determined. Then + marriage is a problem to men like Bob farming the plains. Girls of the + type they have been used to and would naturally choose couldn't stand the + hardships.” + </p> + <p> + “So they are satisfied with a lower type? With any girl who pleases their + eye?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't think that's quite fair,” Festing objected. “Besides, lower is + rather vague.” + </p> + <p> + “Then would you, for example, be satisfied with a girl like Miss Keller?” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly not,” said Festing, with incautious firmness. “Anyway, not now + I've seen a different kind in the Old Country.” + </p> + <p> + Helen turned her head and said nothing for a few moments. Then she got up. + </p> + <p> + “I think you have had a difficult task, Mr. Festing, and I must thank you + for the way you have carried it out. We won't speak of it again; but + perhaps if Muriel Gardiner——” + </p> + <p> + “She hasn't asked me any questions or hinted that she is curious.” + </p> + <p> + There was a gleam of amusement in Helen's eyes. “So you imagined she + wasn't interested! Well, you can tell her about Bob's losses and farming + troubles. You understand these matters, and it will save me something.” + </p> + <p> + Festing made a sign of agreement and Helen went with him to the terrace, + where Mrs. Dalton told him when he would find them at home if he wished to + come again. He was glad to leave because he thought the interview had been + difficult for Helen, but her mother had made him feel that if he came back + he would be welcome. This was not altogether conventional politeness; he + imagined she wanted to see him, although she was obviously willing to let + him go then. + </p> + <p> + He puzzled about it and other matters as he rode back. Helen Dalton was + finer than her picture. He had, no doubt, been awkward and had hurt her by + his clumsiness, while she had got a painful shock, but had borne it with + unflinching pluck. Her calm had not deceived him, since he knew what it + cost, and her smile had roused his pity because it was so brave. Then his + anger against Charnock returned with extra force. The fellow, as usual, + had shirked his duty, and left him to tell the girl he had really given + her up because he meant to marry somebody else. Festing thought she was + too just to blame him for Bob's fault, but he had been forced to witness + her humiliation, and she would, no doubt, avoid him because of this. Well, + he had done with Bob, although he would see him once on his return and + tell him what he thought. + </p> + <p> + Then he heard a shout and saw a farmer trying to move a loaded cart out of + his way. He had not noticed that he was riding furiously down a hill, but + he sped past the cart upon the grassy margin of the road and laughed as he + went on. His mood had changed and he resolved that he would go back to the + creeper-covered house when Helen had had time to recover and his society + would be less disturbing. After all, Mrs. Dalton had told him he might + come. + </p> + <p> + In the evening he walked up and down the terrace with Muriel, and told her + why he had gone to Knott Scar, although he was satisfied with relating + Charnock's financial troubles and said nothing about his engagement to + Sadie. He could not say that Muriel actually led him on, but he felt that + she would be disappointed if he did not take her into his confidence. + </p> + <p> + “Of course I saw you knew all about it,” she said when he stopped. + “Besides, I expected that Helen would give you leave to tell me. It would + make things easier for her and be more authentic.” + </p> + <p> + “I should expect Miss Dalton to think of that.” + </p> + <p> + Muriel smiled. “Perhaps not. Well, I imagine it's lucky Charnock released + her; Helen is much too good for him. I suppose you thought you took the + proper line in laying all the stress you could upon the hardships?” + </p> + <p> + “I did. I thought she couldn't stand the strain she would have had to + bear.” + </p> + <p> + “How did she take that?” + </p> + <p> + “She seemed surprised, as if she didn't think it much of a reason for + Charnock letting her go.” + </p> + <p> + “Frankly, I don't think it was.” + </p> + <p> + “You haven't been to Canada. The life is hard.” + </p> + <p> + “It doesn't seem to have broken down your health or nerve.” + </p> + <p> + “That's different. A man gets used to hardships and discomfort. They're + sometimes bracing.” + </p> + <p> + “A very masculine attitude! Then men alone have pluck and endurance?” + </p> + <p> + “There are two kinds of pluck,” Festing rejoined. “I dare say you surpass + us in the moral kind—I'm sure Miss Dalton has more than Charnock. + But there's the other; physical courage, and if you like, physical + strength.” + </p> + <p> + Muriel looked amused. “And you imagine Helen is deficient there? Well, I + suppose you don't know she's the best tennis player in the county and a + daring rock-climber. Girls are taking to mountaineering now, you know. But + are you going back to the Daltons?” + </p> + <p> + Festing thought she gave him a keen glance, but answered steadily: “I am + going back, but not for some time. I want to go, but it might be kinder if + I kept away.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, it's a very proper feeling and you're rather nice. But you talked + about going to see the mountains for a few days. When do you start?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know yet. Everything here is so charming, and I'm getting the + habit of lazy enjoyment. It will need an effort to go away.” + </p> + <p> + “You're certainly nice,” Muriel rejoined, smiling. “However, you might + tell me when you do think of starting. I don't want you to be away when we + have arranged something to amuse you; and then, as I know the mountains, I + can indicate an interesting tour. You might miss much if you didn't know + where to go and what you ought to see.” + </p> + <p> + Festing promised, and she left him and went back to the house with a + thoughtful smile that hinted that she had begun to make an amusing plan. + Muriel was romantic and rather fond of managing her friends' affairs for + their good. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0007" id="link2HCH0007"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VII + </h2> + <h3> + HELEN TAKES THE LEAD + </h3> + <p> + Festing was glad to sit down when he reached the bottom of a chasm that + divided the summits of two towering fells. He had crossed the higher of + the two without much trouble except for a laborious scramble over large, + rough stones, but the ascent of the other threatened to be difficult. It + rose in front, a wall of splintered crag, seamed by deep gullies, for the + strata was tilted up nearly perpendicular. All the gullies were climbed by + expert mountaineers, but this needed a party and a rope, and the other + way, round the shoulder of the great rock, was almost as hard. Festing + knew the easiest plan was to descend a neighboring hollow, from which he + would find a steep path to the top. + </p> + <p> + Lighting his pipe, he glanced at his watch. It was three o'clock in the + afternoon, and having been on his feet since breakfast, he felt tired. The + nails he had had driven into his light American boots hurt his feet, and + the boots were much the worse for the last few days' wear. Muriel had + carefully planned the trip, and then delayed his start by a week because + she wanted to take him to a tennis party. Since he could not play tennis + much, Festing did not see why she had done so, but agreed when she + insisted. + </p> + <p> + So far, he had followed her instructions and admitted that she had + directed him well, because it was hard to imagine there was anything in + England finer than the country he had seen. The mountains had not the + majestic grandeur of the British Columbian ranges, but they were wild + enough, and pierced by dales steeped in sylvan beauty. The chasm in which + he now rested had an impressive ruggedness. + </p> + <p> + Blinks of sunshine touched the lower face of the crag, and in their track + the dark rock glittered with a steely luster, but trails of mist rolled + among the crannies above. Below, a precipitous slope of small stones that + the dalesmen call a scree ran down to a hollow strewn with broken rocks, + and across this he could distinguish the blurred flat top of another + height. The mountain dropped to a dale that looked profoundly deep, + although he could not see its bottom. + </p> + <p> + The light was puzzling. For the most part, the sky was clear and the + gleams of sun were hot, but heavy, black clouds drifted about, and a thick + gray haze obscured the lower ground. Rain and mist would be dangerous + obstacles, but Festing understood that he could reach the dale in about + two hours' steady walking. Muriel had told him where to stop; indeed, she + had been rather particular about this, and had recommended him to spend + two days in the neighborhood. Luckily, there would be no crags to climb if + he kept the path across the summit, for he had found it easier to reach + the top of the hills than get down by a different line. + </p> + <p> + A rattle of stones made him look up, and he saw two girls silhouetted in a + flash of sunshine against the face of the crag. They carried bulging + rucksacks and were coming down towards him, picking their way among the + tumbled rocks. He could not see the face of the first, but noticed her + light poise and graceful movements as she sprang from stone to stone. The + other followed cautiously and Festing thought she limped, but when the + first stopped to wait for her and lifted her head he felt a curious + thrill. It was Helen Dalton. + </p> + <p> + He sat still, knowing his gray clothes would be hard to distinguish among + the stones, and wondering what to do. He did not want to force his society + upon the girl just yet, but would be disappointed if she passed. She came + on, and when her eyes rested on him he got up. A flush of embarrassment + colored her face, but she stopped and greeted him with a smile. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Festing! How did you get here?” + </p> + <p> + “I came over the Pike,” said Festing. “I'm going to the dale.” + </p> + <p> + “So are we,” said Helen, who presented him to her companion. + </p> + <p> + Festing remarked that they wore jackets that had a tanned look, unusually + short skirts, and thick nailed boots. Then he thought Helen's eyes + twinkled. + </p> + <p> + “You would not have expected to find me engaged in anything so strenuous + as this?” + </p> + <p> + “It is rather strenuous,” Miss Jardine broke in. “You can stand if you + like; I'm going to sit down.” + </p> + <p> + They found a flat stone, and when Festing leaned against another Helen + resumed: “We meant to try the Stairs, but have had a hard day and Alison + is lame.” + </p> + <p> + “I hurt my foot,” Miss Jardine explained. “Besides, I'm from the level + Midlands and we have been walking since breakfast. That doesn't matter to + Helen; she is never tired.” + </p> + <p> + Festing thought Helen looked remarkably fresh. Exertion and the mountain + air had brought a fine color to her face, her eyes were bright, and there + was a hint of vigor in her resting pose. Moreover, he had studied the + Stairs, which led behind the shoulder of the crag to the summit. One could + get up, if one was thin enough to squeeze through a gap between two rocks, + but nerve and agility would be required. + </p> + <p> + “But you must climb pretty well, if you meant to get up the Stairs,” he + said. + </p> + <p> + “I know the Carnarvon range, but only go there now and then, and one needs + some training to keep pace with people born among the fells who walk like + mountain goats.” + </p> + <p> + Had she said a mountain deer, Festing would have approved, for he had + noted Helen's easy balance and fearless grace as she crossed the ragged + blocks of stone. Then a rumble of distant thunder rolled among the crags + and Miss Jardine resumed: “We ought to fix upon the best way down.” + </p> + <p> + “The best is a rather elastic term,” Helen rejoined. “The easiest would be + to go back by the way we came.” + </p> + <p> + “It's much too far.” + </p> + <p> + “The shortest is up the crag by the Stairs or the gully on the other side. + The regular track takes us down near the bottom of the next dale, and then + back over the top.” + </p> + <p> + “That's unthinkable,” Miss Jardine declared. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Helen thoughtfully, “there's a short line down the scree and + across the shoulder of the fell below, but it's steep and rough. There are + some small crags, too, but they're not much of an obstacle when they're + dry.” + </p> + <p> + They set off and Festing noticed Helen's confidence on the scree. The + descent was safe, but looked daunting, because their figures made a sharp + angle with the gravel slope, and now and then a mass of dislodged stones + rushed down hill. Sometimes the girl allowed herself to slide, sometimes + she ran a few yards and sprang, but she did not stumble or lose her + balance. Miss Jardine was cautious, and Festing kept near her, carrying + her sack. + </p> + <p> + At the bottom they came to a wide belt of massive stones, fallen from the + heights above, and their progress was slow. One had to measure the gaps + between the blocks and step carefully across, while the stones were ragged + and had sharp corners. Festing was unable to look up and followed Helen, + but after a time Miss Jardine stopped, and he saw that the crags were + smothered in leaden cloud and all the sky was dark. + </p> + <p> + “I must have a few minutes' rest,” the tired girl declared. + </p> + <p> + As they sat down on the edge of a ponderous slab there was a crash of + thunder that rolled from rock to rock, and a few big drops fell. Then as + the echoes died away the hillside was hidden by a curtain of driving rain. + One end of the slab was tilted and they crept into the hollow underneath. + </p> + <p> + “It will be awkward if this goes on,” Miss Jardine remarked. + </p> + <p> + “These thunderstorms seldom last,” said Helen. “I expect we have seen the + worst, and we must start again as soon as we can see.” + </p> + <p> + Festing thought she was anxious to get down, but Miss Jardine grumbled + about the rain, and then turned to him. + </p> + <p> + “It was a relief to give you my sack, and I was glad to see it didn't + bother you. I suppose you are used to these mountains.” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Festing. “This is the first time I've climbed a hill for + amusement.” + </p> + <p> + “But you are a climber. You have balance, trust your feet and not your + hands, and know how to step on a loose stone.” + </p> + <p> + Festing laughed. “I used to do something of the kind as a matter of + business. You see, I helped mark out the line for a new railroad in + British Columbia, and rocks are plentiful in that country.” + </p> + <p> + “It must be a wonderful place,” said Helen. “I have a photograph of the + gorge at the foot of the glacier, where the line went through. You had + stern work when you laid the rails in winter.” + </p> + <p> + Festing looked at her in surprise, for he had worked to the edge of + exhaustion and run many risks at the spot, but while he wondered how she + knew Helen got up. + </p> + <p> + “I think the rain is stopping and we can start,” she said. + </p> + <p> + There was not much rain, but thick mist rolled across the top of the hill + they were now level with, and everything below was blotted out. Leaving + the stones, they crossed a belt of boggy grass where their feet sank, but + Festing felt it a relief to have done with the rocks. The narrow tableland + they were crossing was comfortingly flat, and he looked forward to + descending a long grassy slope. When they reached the edge, however, he + got a rude disappointment, for the mist rolled up in waves with intervals + between, and when a white cloud passed a gray light shone down into the + gulf at his feet. + </p> + <p> + In the foreground there was a steep slope where rock ledges broke through + the wet turf, and in one place a chasm cleft the hill. He could not see + the bottom, for it was filled with mist, but the height of the rock wall + hinted at its depth. A transverse ravine ran into the chasm, and he could + hear the roar of a waterfall. Then the mist rolled up in a white smother + and blotted everything out. + </p> + <p> + “We cross the beck,” said Helen. “Then we go nearly straight down, keeping + this side of the big ghyll.” + </p> + <p> + “As far away as possible, I hope. I don't like its look,” Miss Jardine + remarked. + </p> + <p> + Festing agreed with her. So far as he could see, the descent looked + forbidding, but there was no sign of the sky's clearing, and it was + obvious that they must get down. The thunder had gone, but the mist + brought a curious, searching damp, and a cold wind had begun to blow. He + was glad to think Helen knew the way. + </p> + <p> + She took them down a steep pitch where small rocky ledges dropped nearly + vertical among patches of rotten turf and it was needful to get a good + grip with one's hands as well as with one's feet. Festing helped Miss + Jardine when he could, but he had an unpleasant feeling that a rash step + might take him over the edge of a precipice. Sometimes he could see Helen + in front, and sometimes, for a few moments, her figure was lost in the + mist. He was glad to note that she was apparently going down with + confidence. + </p> + <p> + After a time the slope got easier and she stopped, lifting her hand. + Festing found her looking into a ravine through which water flowed. It was + not very deep, but its sides were perpendicular. Seeing that Miss Jardine + was some distance behind, she looked at Festing with a quiet smile. + </p> + <p> + “There is a place where one can cross without much trouble, but I don't + know whether to go up or down.” + </p> + <p> + Festing felt his heart beat. It looked as if she had taken him into her + confidence and asked his help. + </p> + <p> + “Not down, I think. That would take us to the big ghyll. Let's try up, and + cross at the first practicable spot.” + </p> + <p> + Helen made a sign of agreement, and when Miss Jardine joined them they + turned back along the edge of the ravine. By and by Helen stopped where + patches of wet soil checkered the steep rock and a mountain-ash offered a + hold. Almost immediately below the spot, the stream plunged over a ledge + and vanished into the mist. + </p> + <p> + Festing looked at Helen. The descent would be awkward, if not dangerous, + but he could trust her judgment. It was the first time he had allowed a + woman to give him a lead in a difficulty, and he admitted that he would + not have done so had his guide been anybody else. + </p> + <p> + “I think we can get across, and I don't want to go too far up,” she said. + “If you don't mind helping Alison—” + </p> + <p> + “I'll throw the sacks across first,” Festing replied. + </p> + <p> + He swung them round by the straps and let them go, and when the last + splashed into a boggy patch on the other side Miss Jardine laughed. + </p> + <p> + “I'm selfishly glad that one is yours. If Helen's had fallen a foot short, + it would have gone over the fall, but I expect she had a reason for taking + the risk. Where our clothes have gone we must follow.” + </p> + <p> + Helen seized a tuft of heather, and sliding down, reached a narrow shelf + four or five feet below. Then a small mountain-ash gave her a fresh hold + and she dropped to the top of a projecting stone. Below this there was + another shelf and some boggy grass, after which a bank of earth dropped + nearly straight to the stream. + </p> + <p> + “How we shall get down the last pitch isn't very obvious,” Miss Jardine + remarked. “I suppose we will see when we arrive. It isn't my resolution + that gives way, but my foot. You might go first.” + </p> + <p> + Festing dropped on to the first shelf, and she came down into his arms. + The shock nearly flung him off, but he steadied her with an effort and + seized the stem of the small tree. + </p> + <p> + “Looks like a tight-wire trick,” he said, glancing at the stone. “However, + if we miss it, there's another ledge below.” + </p> + <p> + He reached the stone, and balancing on it with one foot, kicked a hole in + the spongy turf. Finding this would support him he held out his hand. + </p> + <p> + “Now. As lightly as you can!” + </p> + <p> + The girl came down, struck the stone with her foot, and slipped, but + Festing had time to clutch her first. He could not hold her back, but he + could steady her, and for a moment felt his muscles crack and the peat + tear out from the hole in the bank. Then his hands slipped and he fell, + gasping and red in face, upon the shelf beside the girl. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you; you did that rather well,” she said. “It looks as if I were + heavier than you thought.” + </p> + <p> + While he had been occupied Festing imagined he had heard a splash, and now + looking down saw Helen standing on a boulder in the stream. She gave him + an approving nod before she sprang to the next stone, and he felt a thrill + of pleasure. She knew his task was difficult and was satisfied with him. + </p> + <p> + When they came to the scar where the floods had torn away the bank he + hesitated. It was some distance to the water, and there was no hold upon + the wall of soil, which was studded with small round stones. + </p> + <p> + “Helen slid,” his companion remarked. “I imagine she chose her time; the + sitting glissade isn't elegant. But if you'll go first and wait—” + </p> + <p> + Festing leaned back with his shoulders against the bank and pushed off. He + alighted in the water, and Miss Jardine, coming down, kicked his arm. He + saved her from a plunge into the stream, but thought she looked something + the worse for wear as they made their way from stone to stone. The other + bank was easier, and for a time they had not much trouble in going down + hill, but the mist was very thick, and presently the steep slope broke off + close in front. Helen stopped and beckoned Festing. + </p> + <p> + Looking down, he saw the wet face of a crag drop into the rolling vapor. + For eight or nine feet it was perpendicular, and afterwards ran down at a + very steep slant, but immediately below there was a gully with a foot or + two of level gravel at its top. + </p> + <p> + “This is not the regular track,” Helen said. “However, I think I know the + gully.” + </p> + <p> + Festing pondered. The rock looked daunting, but one might get down to the + patch of gravel. The trouble was that one could not see what lay below, + and it might be difficult to climb back, if this was needful. + </p> + <p> + “I could get as far as the edge yonder,” he suggested. + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Helen. “You don't know the gully, and if I'm mistaken about it, + you could help me up.” + </p> + <p> + “That's true. Still I'd sooner go.” + </p> + <p> + Helen shook her head, and although she did not speak, he felt there was + something delightful in her consulting him. They had come to know each + other on the misty hillside in a way that would not have been possible in + conventional surroundings. He had seen a possibility of the girl, so to + speak, shutting him out in self-defense because he had had some part in + her humiliation, but he thought that risk had gone. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” he resumed, “what do you propose?” + </p> + <p> + “I'm going to see if this is the place I think. You can steady me.” + </p> + <p> + Festing lay down with his head over the edge and found a grip for his toes + and knees. There were a few cracks in the rock and Helen had got half way + down before she took his hands. He felt the strain and braced himself, + determined that he would be pulled over before he let her fall. + </p> + <p> + “Loose me now,” she said. + </p> + <p> + “Have you got a safe hold for your foot?” Festing gasped. + </p> + <p> + “I think I have. Let go.” + </p> + <p> + “Make sure first,” he answered with a sobbing breath. + </p> + <p> + She looked up into his set face, and although the strain was heavy he + thrilled as he saw her smile. The smile indicated courage and trust. + </p> + <p> + “I'm quite safe,” she said, and he let her go. + </p> + <p> + She leaned cautiously over the next edge, but after a moment or two turned + and waved her hand. + </p> + <p> + “This is the way I thought. Send Alison down.” + </p> + <p> + Miss Jardine descended with some help from both, and Festing dropped + safely on the gravel. He leaned against the rock to get his breath, and + Helen turned to him with a twinkle. + </p> + <p> + “You doubted my nerve once. I suppose that was why you didn't let go.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm sometimes dull,” said Festing. “Just now, however, I wanted to make + certain I could help you back.” + </p> + <p> + Helen laughed. “Well, I dare say you could have lifted me, but it would + have been simpler to lower me your coat.” + </p> + <p> + They went down the gully, where jambed stones made rude steps, and + reaching the bottom found a belt of grass that led them to the head of a + dale. The mist was thinner, and presently a few scattered houses appeared + across the fields. The path they followed forked, and Helen stopped at the + turning. + </p> + <p> + “The hotel is yonder to the right,” she said. “We are going to the hall, + where they sometimes take people in.” + </p> + <p> + Festing remembered that Muriel had indicated the hall, which he understood + was a well-built farm, as his stopping place. He wanted to go there, but + thought there was some risk of its looking as if he meant to force his + society on the girls. He took the path Helen indicated, and when he had + gone some distance, stopped, hesitated, and then went on. + </p> + <p> + The girls noted this and Miss Jardine said: “I suppose he remembered that + he has my sack, or else his heart failed him.” + </p> + <p> + Helen looked at her in surprise. “Did you forget?” + </p> + <p> + “I did not,” Miss Jardine admitted. “I thought I wouldn't spoil the plot. + It looked as if he wanted an excuse for meeting us again, but I think I + wronged him. That sudden stop was genuine.” + </p> + <p> + “The sack is yours,” said Helen dryly. “But you will need the things + inside.” + </p> + <p> + “I imagine I will get them before long, although it doesn't seem to have + struck him that my clothes are damp. It's rather significant that he went + on when he could have run across the field and caught us up. Have you + known him long?” + </p> + <p> + “I met him once,” said Helen with an impatient frown. + </p> + <p> + “Rather a good type,” Miss Jardine remarked. “I think I should like + Canadians, if they're all like that.” + </p> + <p> + “He isn't a Canadian.” + </p> + <p> + “Then he hasn't been in England for some time, and so far as my knowledge + goes, men like variety. Of course, to some extent, he saw us under a + disadvantage. Mountaineering clothes are comfortable, but one can't say + much more.” + </p> + <p> + “Don't be ridiculous,” Helen rejoined and went on across the field. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0008" id="link2HCH0008"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VIII + </h2> + <h3> + A DEBT OF GRATITUDE + </h3> + <p> + After dinner Festing walked across the fields to the farm. It was raining + and a cold wind swept the dale, but a fire burned in the room into which + he was shown and the curtains were drawn. Helen and Miss Jardine got up + when he came in and put the rucksack on the table. + </p> + <p> + “I'm sorry I forgot this until I'd gone some distance,” he said. “Then I + couldn't find anybody to send with it.” + </p> + <p> + “No doubt you wanted your dinner,” Miss Jardine suggested. + </p> + <p> + Festing saw that she wore a different dress that looked rather large. + </p> + <p> + “No,” he said, “it wasn't the dinner that stopped me. Besides, it didn't + strike me that—” + </p> + <p> + “That I might need my clothes? Well, I don't suppose it would strike you; + but since you have come across in the rain, won't you stop?” + </p> + <p> + Festing found an old leather chair, and sitting down, looked about with a + sense of satisfaction, for the fire was cheerful after the raw cold + outside. The room was large and old-fashioned, with heavy beams across the + low ceiling. There was a tall clock, and a big, black oak chest; curled + ram's horns and brass candlesticks twinkled on the mantel; an old copper + kettle threw back red reflections near the fire. His companions occupied + opposite sides of a large sheepskin rug, and he felt that both had charm, + though they were different. The contrast added something to the charm. + </p> + <p> + Miss Jardine's skin was a pure white; her hair and eyes were nearly black, + and she had a sparkling, and perhaps rather daring, humor. Helen's colors + were rose and cream, her hair changed from warm brown to gold as it caught + the light, and her eyes were calm and gray. She was younger than the other + and he thought her smile delightful, but, as a rule, she was marked by a + certain gravity. Her wide brows and the firm lines of her mouth and nose + hinted at pride and resolution. + </p> + <p> + “I hope your foot is better,” he said to Miss Jardine. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, thanks. It mainly needed rest, and I must confess that I didn't find + it altogether a drawback when we stopped at the bottom of the big crag. I + should have had to go up if I hadn't been lame.” + </p> + <p> + “You were not disappointed because you couldn't reach the top?” + </p> + <p> + Miss Jardine laughed. “Helen was. She makes it a rule to accomplish what + she undertakes. I wasn't disappointed then, though I am now. Perhaps one + really enjoys mountaineering best afterwards. You like to think how + adventurous you have been, but it's sometimes difficult while the + adventure's going on.” + </p> + <p> + “That's true,” Festing agreed. “Still you feel sorry if, as we say, you + are unable to put the thing over.” + </p> + <p> + Helen gave him a sympathetic smile. “Yes; one feels that.” + </p> + <p> + “It depends upon one's temperament,” Miss Jardine objected. “I know my + limits, though Helen does not know hers. When I can't get what I'm out + for, I'm satisfied with less. One can't always have the best.” + </p> + <p> + “It's worth trying for, anyway,” Festing replied. + </p> + <p> + He was afraid this sounded priggish. Miss Jardine got up. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I'm not much of a philosopher and had better put out some of the + clothes you brought to dry, although it was thoughtful of you to throw + your bag into the bog instead of mine.” + </p> + <p> + “That was an accident,” Festing declared. “I meant to throw them both + across.” + </p> + <p> + Miss Jardine picked up the sack. “There's nobody else here and a wet + evening's dreary. I hope you won't go before I come back.” + </p> + <p> + “I won't,” said Festing. “They have only a deaf tourist and two tired + climbers, who seem sleepy and bad-tempered, at the hotel.” + </p> + <p> + Miss Jardine's eyes twinkled. “Well,” she said as she went out, “I suppose + it's a fair retort.” + </p> + <p> + Festing colored and looked at Helen apologetically. “You see, I have lived + in the woods.” + </p> + <p> + “I expect that has some advantages,” said Helen, who liked his frank + embarrassment. “However, it was lucky I met you to-day. You didn't come + back to see us, and there is something——” She hesitated and + then gave him a steady glance. “You are not so much a stranger to us as + you imagine.” + </p> + <p> + Festing wondered what she meant and whether she knew about the portrait, + but she resumed: “As a matter of fact, my mother and I felt that we knew + you rather well.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't understand.” + </p> + <p> + “Some time since, you found a young Englishmen in a Western mining town. + He had been ill and things had gone against him.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah,” said Festing sharply. “Of course! I ought to have known——He + looked like you. I mean I ought to have known the name. Was he a + relative?” + </p> + <p> + “My brother,” Helen replied. + </p> + <p> + She was silent for a moment or two, and then went on in a tone that made + Festing's heart beat: “You gave him work and helped him to make a new + start. He was too proud to tell us about his difficulties.” + </p> + <p> + “It cost me nothing; there was a job waiting. Afterwards he got on by his + own merits. I had nothing to do with that.” + </p> + <p> + “But you gave him his chance. We can't forget this. George was younger + than me. I have no other brother, and was very fond of him. Indeed, I + think we owe you much, and my mother is anxious to give you her thanks.” + </p> + <p> + “Is he all right now? I lost sight of him when they sent me to another + part of the road. It was my fault—he wrote, but I'm not punctual at + answering letters, and hadn't much time.” + </p> + <p> + “He is in the chief construction office,” Helen replied. “In his last + letter he told us about the likelihood of his getting some new promotion.” + She paused and resumed with a smile: “I don't suppose you know you were a + hero of his.” + </p> + <p> + “I didn't know. As a rule, the young men we had on the road seemed to find + their bosses amusing and rather patronized them. Of course, they were + fresh from a scientific college or engineer's office, and, for the most + part, we had learned what we knew upon the track.” + </p> + <p> + “But you knew it well. George wrote long letters about the struggle you + had at the canyon. Some fight, he called it.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Festing quietly, “we were up against it then. The job was + worth doing.” + </p> + <p> + “I know. George told us how the snowslide came down and filled the head of + the gorge with stones and broken trees, and wash-outs wrecked the line you + built along its side. He said it was a job for giants; clinging to the + face of the precipice while you blew out and built on—under-pinning, + isn't it?—the first construction track. But he declared the leaders + were fine. They were where the danger was, in the blinding rain and + swirling snow—and the boys, as he called them, would always follow + you.” + </p> + <p> + Festing colored, but Helen went on: “We were glad, when the worst was + over, that he had had this training. It was so clean a fight.” + </p> + <p> + “We were dirty enough often,” Festing objected with an effort at humor. + “When things were humming we slept in our working clothes, which were + generally stained with mud and engine grease. Then I don't suppose you + know how dissipated a man looks and feels when he has breathed the fumes + of giant-powder.” + </p> + <p> + She stopped him with a half imperious glance. “I know it's the convention + to talk of such things as a joke; but you didn't feel that in the canyon. + Then it was a stubborn fight of the kind that man was meant to wage. If + you win in trade and politics, somebody must lose, but a victory over + Nature is a gain to all. And when your enemies are storms and floods, + cheating and small cunning are not of much use.” + </p> + <p> + “That is so,” Festing agreed, smiling. “When you're sent to cut through an + icy rock or re-lay the steel across the gap a snowslide has made, it's + obvious if you have done the job or not. This has some drawbacks, because + if you don't make good, you often get fired.” + </p> + <p> + “But that was not what drove you on. You must have had a better motive for + making good.” + </p> + <p> + Festing felt embarrassed. The girl was obviously not indulging a + sentimental vein. She felt what she frankly hinted at, and although he + generally avoided imaginative talk, her remarks did not sound cheap or + ridiculous. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” he said, “the fear of getting fired is a pretty strong incentive + to do one's best, but I suppose when one gets up against big things there + is something else. After all, one hates to be beaten.” + </p> + <p> + Helen's eyes sparkled and she gave him a sympathetic nod. “The hate of + being beaten distinguishes man from the ape and puts him on the side of + the angels.” + </p> + <p> + Then Miss Jardine came in, somewhat to the relief of Festing, who felt he + could not keep up long on Helen's plane. Besides, he was not altogether + sure he understood her last remark. + </p> + <p> + “I heard,” said Miss Jardine. “Helen's sometimes improving, but perhaps + she was right just now. The ape is cunning but acquiescent and accepts + things as they are. Man protests, and fights to make them better. At + least, he ought to, though one can't say he always does.” + </p> + <p> + Festing did not reply and she sat down and resumed: “But I suppose you + haven't many shirkers in Canada?” + </p> + <p> + “I imagine we have as many wastrels as there are anywhere else, but as a + rule one doesn't find them in the woods and on the plains. When they leave + the cities they're apt to starve.” + </p> + <p> + “You're a grim lot. Work or starve is a stern choice, particularly if one + has never done either. It looks as if you hadn't much use for purely + ornamental people. But what about the half-taught women who don't know how + to work? What do you do with them?” + </p> + <p> + “They're not numerous. Then one can always learn, and I imagine every + woman can cook and manage a house.” + </p> + <p> + “You're taking much for granted, though yours seems to be the conventional + view. But how did you learn railroad building, for example?” + </p> + <p> + “By unloading ties and shoveling ballast on the track. The trouble was + that I began too late.” + </p> + <p> + “What did you do before that?” + </p> + <p> + “Sometimes I worked in sawmills and sometimes packed—that means + carrying things—for survey parties, and went prospecting.” + </p> + <p> + “In the wilds? It sounds interesting. Won't you tell us about it?” + </p> + <p> + Festing complied; awkwardly at first, and then with growing confidence. He + did not want to make much of his exploits, but there was a charm in + talking about things he knew to two clever and attractive girls, and they + helped him with tactful questions. Indeed, he was surprised to find they + knew something about the rugged country in which he wandered. He told them + about risky journeys up lonely rivers in the spring, adventurous thrusts + into the wilderness where hardship was oftener to be found than valuable + minerals, and retreats with provisions running out before the Arctic + winter. + </p> + <p> + Something of the charm of the empty spaces colored his narratives as he + drew from memory half-finished pictures of the mad riot of primitive + forces when the ice broke up and the floods hurled the thundering floes + among the rocks; and of tangled woods sinking into profound silence in the + stinging frost. Moreover, he unconsciously delineated his own character, + and when he stopped, the others understood something of the practical + resource and stubbornness that had supported him. + </p> + <p> + It was encouraging to see they were not bored, but he did not know that + Miss Jardine had found him an interesting study and had skilfully led him + on. He was a new type to both girls, although Helen was nearer to him than + the other and sympathized where her companion was amused. Festing's ideas + were clean-cut, his honesty was obvious, and she noted that he did not + know much about the lighter side of life. Yet she saw that, sternly + practical as he was, he had a vague feeling for romance. + </p> + <p> + “Will you stay on the railroad when it's finished?” she asked presently. + </p> + <p> + “I've left it. I hadn't the proper training to carry me far, and as the + road is opening up the country I've bought a prairie farm.” + </p> + <p> + “But do you know much about farming?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't. As a matter of fact, not many of the boys do know much when they + begin, but somehow they make progress. On the plains, it isn't what you + know that counts, but the capacity for work and staying with your job. + That's what one really needs, if you see what I mean.” + </p> + <p> + “I think I do,” Miss Jardine replied. “A Victorian philosopher, whose + opinions you seem to hold, said something of the kind. He claims that + genius takes many different forms, but is not different in itself. That + is, if you have talent, you can do what you like. Build railroads, for + example, and then succeed on a farm.” + </p> + <p> + Festing laughed good-humoredly. “It's a pretty big thing to claim, but + that man was near the mark; they live up to his theories on the plains, + where shams don't count and efficiency's the test. I don't mean that the + boys have genius, but gift and perseverance seem to be worth as much. + Anyhow, one can generally trust them to make good when they undertake a + job they don't know much about.” + </p> + <p> + Helen mused. Charnock, who knew something about farming, had tried it and + failed, but she thought Festing would succeed. The man looked determined + and, in a way, ascetic; he could deny himself and concentrate. Knowledge + was not worth as much as character. But she was content to let Miss + Jardine lead the talk. + </p> + <p> + “One understands,” said the latter, “that farming's laborious and not very + profitable work.” + </p> + <p> + “It's always laborious,” Festing agreed. “It may be profitable; that + depends. You see——” + </p> + <p> + He went on, using plain words but with some force of imagination, to + picture the wheat-grower's hopes and struggles; but he did more, for as he + talked Helen was conscious of the romance that underlay the patient + effort. She saw the empty, silent land rolling back to the West; the + ox-teams slowly breaking the first furrow, and then the big Percheron + horses and gasoline tractors taking their place. Wooden shacks dotted the + white grass, the belts of green wheat widened, wagons, and afterwards + automobiles, lurched along the rutted trails. Then the railroad came, + brick homestead and windmills rose, and cities sprang up, as it were, in a + night. Everything was fluid, there was no permanence; rules and customs + altered before they got familiar, a new nation, with new thoughts and + aims, was rising from the welter of tense activity. + </p> + <p> + Then Festing got up with an apologetic air. “I'm afraid I've stopped too + long and talked too much. Still the big movement out there is fascinating + and people in this country don't grasp its significance. I felt I'd like + to make you understand. Then you didn't seem—” + </p> + <p> + “If we had been bored, it would have been our fault, but we were not bored + at all,” Miss Jardine replied. “At least, I wasn't, and don't think Helen + was.” + </p> + <p> + Helen added her denial and gave Festing her hand. When he had gone Miss + Jardine looked at her with a smile. + </p> + <p> + “He was interesting,” she remarked. “Talks better than he knows, and I + suppose we ought to feel flattered, because he took our comprehension for + granted. After all, it was rash to talk about Canadian progress to two + English girls.” + </p> + <p> + “You made him talk,” Helen rejoined. “It's the first time I've known you + interested in geography.” + </p> + <p> + Miss Jardine laughed. “I was interested in the man. He told us a good deal + about himself, although it would have embarrassed him if he'd guessed. The + curious thing is that he imagines he's practical, while he's really a + reckless sentimentalist.” + </p> + <p> + Helen did not answer and picked up a book, but she thought more about + Festing than about what she read. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0009" id="link2HCH0009"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IX + </h2> + <h3> + FESTING LOSES HIS TEMPER + </h3> + <p> + Next morning Festing got breakfast early and set off down the dale. This + was not the way Muriel had indicated, but he thought it better to avoid + temptation. The girls had received him graciously at the farm and had + perhaps listened with unusual patience, but if he overtook them in the + morning the thing might look too marked. Besides, he doubted if it was + advisable that Helen should see him again so soon, since he might remind + her of matters she wished to forget. + </p> + <p> + The self-denial cost him something, and he went down the dale + irresolutely, stopping once or twice to look back. It was annoying to feel + himself so weak, because he had seldom vacillated in Canada, but had + chosen the proper line and then stuck to it. As a matter of fact, he had + generally had a definite object and definite plans for its attainment. + Although he had an object now, he was otherwise at a loss. + </p> + <p> + He meant to marry Helen. Life was strenuous on the plains, and at first + there might be hardships, but if she loved him she would not flinch. Her + portrait had not done her justice; he dwelt upon her fearless confidence + as she came down the screes, her light, sure step, and agile pose. These + things indicated strength of mind and body, and he knew, if the need came, + she would make good use of both. + </p> + <p> + By and by he thought of Charnock with keener anger than he had yet felt. + Bob was a weak fool and something worse. He had broken the promise and + then tricked his friend. The fellow's character was warped; he could not + go straight, but tried to escape the consequences of his folly in a maze + of crooked ways. The worst was that consequences could not be shirked. If + the real offender avoided them, they fell upon somebody else, and now + Festing had to pay. Bob had prejudiced him with Helen. She would probably + never quite forget that he knew what she had suffered. + </p> + <p> + Then he remembered that he had meant to spend a week or two in London, and + made his way towards a valley through which a railway ran. Although he + wanted to see Helen, he was half afraid, and imagined that the longer he + waited the less risk he would run of his society jarring. Next day he left + the hills, but did not greatly enjoy his visit to town. London was much + like Montreal, where the buildings were as fine, only they did not dig up + so many streets and fill the air with cement from the towering blocks of + new offices. The English liked permanence, while the Canadians altered + their cities from day to day. Besides he wanted to go back to the North as + soon as it was prudent. + </p> + <p> + On the evening of his return it rained hard and he talked to Muriel in her + drawing-room. He liked Muriel Gardiner and she frankly enjoyed his + society. It did not matter that she sometimes seemed to find him amusing + when he was serious. A fire burned in the grate, for the summer evening + was cold, his low chair was comfortable, and Muriel, holding a fan to + shield her face, sat opposite in the soft light of a shaded lamp that left + much of the room in shadow. The circle of subdued illumination gave one a + pleasant feeling of seclusion and made for mutual confidence, but Festing + was silent for a time, thinking rather hard. + </p> + <p> + He was getting used to English comforts, which did not seem so enervating + as he had imagined, but he could give them up, and would, indeed, be + forced to do so when he occupied his prairie homestead. A man could go + without much that people in England required, and be the better for the + self-denial, but it might be different for a girl. Long habit might make + comfort and artistic surroundings actual necessities. It was, however, + encouraging to remember Helen's cheerfulness as she led him among the + crags in the rain. She had pluck and could bear fatigue and hardship. + Besides, there need not be much hardship after all. + </p> + <p> + Presently Muriel gave him a careless glance. “Helen told me she met you in + the hills and you came over to the hall where she and Alison Jardine + stopped. Now you have had an opportunity of correcting your first + impression, what do you think of her?” + </p> + <p> + “What I have always thought,” Festing replied. + </p> + <p> + Muriel looked at him with surprise, and then laughed. “Oh, yes; I remember + you saw her portrait first. Well, you have more imagination than I + thought. But I understand you didn't see Helen again, although she and + Alison went over part of the route I marked out for you.” + </p> + <p> + Festing thought her manner was too careless, and felt suspicious, but he + said: “I changed my plans. I thought it might look significant if I + overtook the girls. One doesn't expect an accident to happen twice.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps you did the proper thing. But did you want to overtake them?” + </p> + <p> + “I did,” said Festing quietly. “Still I felt I'd better not.” + </p> + <p> + Muriel was silent for a few moments, and then remarked: “Self-denial such + as you practised deserves a reward, and I met Mrs. Dalton while you were + away. She asked me to bring you over when you came back. I suppose you + know what she wants?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Festing, who looked disturbed. “Do you?” + </p> + <p> + “Mrs. Dalton told me. You helped George when he needed help, although he + had no particular claim.” + </p> + <p> + “He was ill and unfit for hard work.” + </p> + <p> + “Was that the only difficulty?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't see what you mean,” said Festing, with some embarrassment. + </p> + <p> + “Then I'll be frank. In what kind of company did you find the lad? You + see, I know something about him.” + </p> + <p> + “If you insist, he'd got into bad hands.” + </p> + <p> + “That was what I suspected, and I think Mrs. Dalton knows. George was not + very steady when he was at home and got into some trouble before he left + the office of a civil engineer. In fact, this was why he went to Canada.” + </p> + <p> + “But I don't see what it has to do with me.” + </p> + <p> + “I wonder whether you are as dull as you pretend. George is Mrs. Dalton's + only son; although he had faults she and Helen are very fond of him. Now + it would have been something if you had merely helped him out of a + difficulty, but you did much more. You gave him his chance of making up + for past follies. He has been steady ever since, and I understand is now + getting on very well. It looks as if you had used some moral influence.” + </p> + <p> + “I didn't try,” said Festing dryly, “I gave him his job and told him I'd + have him fired if he shirked.” + </p> + <p> + “You didn't consciously try, but it's possible to influence people without + knowing. However, as Mrs. Dalton has too much tact to overwhelm you by her + gratitude, you needn't be afraid of going to the Scar with me, although + you seem to hesitate about meeting Helen.” + </p> + <p> + Festing, who pondered for a few moments, felt that the girl was studying + him. She had shown a rather embarrassing curiosity, but he though she + meant to be his friend. + </p> + <p> + “Did you know Miss Dalton was in the mountains when you planned my walking + tour?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “I did know,” said Muriel with a direct glance. “Perhaps I was rash, but + if so, I'm not afraid to own my fault. I suppose you understand why I sent + you where I did?” + </p> + <p> + “In one way, your object's plain. For all that, I'm puzzled.” + </p> + <p> + Muriel smiled. “As Helen is my friend, you ought to be flattered. Doesn't + it look as if I was satisfied with you?” + </p> + <p> + “We'll let that go. You took something for granted. I suppose you see you + might have been mistaken about my feelings?” + </p> + <p> + “Then no harm would have been done,” Muriel rejoined, and putting down her + fan, gave him a steady look. “Was I mistaken?” + </p> + <p> + “You were not,” said Festing quietly. “I mean to marry Miss Dalton if she + is willing. I'm anxious to know what chance I've got.” + </p> + <p> + “I can't tell you that. Perhaps I have gone far enough; but George's + reformation is a good certificate of your character, and Helen and her + mother owe you a debt of gratitude.” + </p> + <p> + Festing colored rather angrily. “My helping the lad was, so to speak, an + accident; I don't want to be judged by this, and won't urge the debt. Miss + Dalton must take me on my merits.” + </p> + <p> + “You have pluck; it's a bold claim,” said Muriel in a dry tone, and then + got up as Gardiner and the curate came in. + </p> + <p> + Next day Festing went to the Scar, and when Mrs. Dalton received him she + put her hand gently on his arm. She said enough, but not too much, and he + was moved as he saw the moisture glisten in her eyes. + </p> + <p> + “I don't deserve this,” he answered awkwardly. “I found the lad in some + trouble, but hadn't to make much effort to help him out. In fact, it was + the kind of thing one does without thinking and forgets.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah,” said Mrs. Dalton, “the consequences of one's deeds follow one, + whether they're good or bad.” Then she gave him a very friendly smile. + “But perhaps we had better join the rest outside.” + </p> + <p> + Festing found Helen in the garden with her aunt and some friends, but the + others left them by and by, and they walked alone among the flowers. The + day was calm, the light clear, and the shadow of the dark beeches on the + hill crept slowly across the lawn. Beyond a low hedge, woods, smooth + pastures, and fields of ripening corn rolled back and melted into the blue + shadow beneath the rugged fells. It seemed to Festing that the peaceful + sylvan landscape was touched by a glamour that centered in the fresh + beauty of the girl. Sometimes they were silent, and sometimes they talked + about the mountains, but when they went back to the house he thought they + had got nearer. + </p> + <p> + He returned to the Scar without Muriel a week later, and went again, and + one evening stood with Helen on the terrace. Gentle rain had fallen for + most of the day, but it had stopped, and a band of pale-saffron glimmered + under heavy clouds in the West. Moisture dripped from the motionless + branches and the air was hot. The lamps had just been lighted in the house + and a yellow glow streamed out. + </p> + <p> + “I've stayed longer than I meant and forgot my lamp,” Festing remarked. + “However, this has happened before, and I hope I haven't stayed longer + than I ought.” + </p> + <p> + “We will let you go now,” said Helen. “For one thing, I must get up + early.” + </p> + <p> + “Eight o'clock?” Festing suggested. + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Helen, smiling. “I am always up before, but it will be six + o'clock to-morrow. I want to gather some mushrooms; they ought to be + plentiful after a day like this.” + </p> + <p> + “Is six o'clock a particularly suitable time?” + </p> + <p> + “Five o'clock might be better. If you don't go early, you often find that + somebody has been round the fields first.” + </p> + <p> + Festing asked where she expected to find the mushrooms, and when she told + him said, “Very well; I'll meet you. It only means half an hour's journey + on your fine English road; that is, if the bicycle holds up.” + </p> + <p> + “But why do you want to gather mushrooms?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't want to gather mushrooms. I really want to see you where I think + you belong.” + </p> + <p> + “In the fields?” Helen suggested humorously. + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Festing. “I don't mean in the fields. I've seen you in the + afternoon when the sun's on the ripening corn and the leaves are dark and + thick, but they stand for fulfilment, and that's not your proper setting. + Once or twice I've stopped until evening, but you don't belong to the + dusk.” + </p> + <p> + “Then where do I belong?” + </p> + <p> + “To the sunrise, when the earth is fresh and the day is getting bright. + Promise is your sign; fulfilment hasn't come.” + </p> + <p> + Helen colored, and as she turned her head it struck her as portentous that + she glanced towards the saffron streak that glimmered in the West. When + she looked back, however, her face was calm. + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” she said, “I wonder how and where the fulfilment will come! + Sometimes I think of it and feel afraid; my life has been so smooth.” + </p> + <p> + “You won't flinch if you have to bear some strain.” + </p> + <p> + Helen gave him her hand. “Well, you must go now. I will expect you + to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + She stood looking towards the fading light for some time after his figure + melted into the shadows on the drive. Her heart beat and she felt a + thrill, for she admitted that the man had power to move her. As yet she + would not ask herself how far his power went, but she knew the question + must be answered soon. Other men had flattered her, and she had smiled, + knowing what their compliments were worth, but she could not smile now. + Then she roused herself and went in quietly. + </p> + <p> + Festing met her next morning while the sun rose above the rounded masses + of the beech wood, and entering a dewy pasture they skirted a fence + half-smothered in briars. Both felt invigorated by the freshness of the + morning and brushed across the sparkling grass, engaged in careless talk. + By and by as Helen stooped to pick a mushroom a shrill scream came from + beyond the fence, and she rose with an angry color in her face. + </p> + <p> + “Oh!” she said; “that spoils everything!” + </p> + <p> + “What is it?” Festing asked as the pitiful scream rose again. + </p> + <p> + “A rabbit, choking, in a snare,” she answered with a look of horror. + </p> + <p> + Festing leaped across a ditch and plunged into the briars. Helen heard the + rotten fence-rails smash and he vanished behind the thorny branches that + closed across the gap. She was glad he had gone so quickly; partly because + it was her wish, and partly because she saw the cry of pain had moved him. + She liked to think he was compassionate. + </p> + <p> + As a matter of fact, Festing's pity was soon mixed with rage as he came + upon a scene of barbarous cruelty. Three or four rabbits lay quiet upon + the grass, but there were others that struggled feebly at his approach; + their eyes protruding and strangling wires cutting into their throats. He + thought they were past his help, but one rolled round with half-choked + screams and he ran to it first. It was difficult to hold the struggling + animal while he opened the thin brass noose, but he set it free, and it + lay paralyzed with fear for a few moments before it ran off. + </p> + <p> + Then he released the others as gently as he could. Their dew-draggled + bodies felt cold and limp and the wire had bitten deep into the swollen + flesh. Two, however, feebly crawled away and he carried another to the + mouth of a burrow, after which he wiped the dew and blood from his hands, + while his lips set in a firm line. He hoped he was not a sentimentalist, + and admitted that man must kill to eat; moreover he had used the rifle in + the Northern wilds. Once a hungry cinnamon bear had raided the camp, and + he remembered a certain big bull moose. That was clean sport, for a man + who faced such antagonists must shoot quick and straight, but this + torturing of small defenseless creatures revolted him. Still he admitted + that it might not have done so quite so much but for the pain it caused + the girl. + </p> + <p> + Helen glanced at him with some surprise when he went back to the fence. + She had not seen him look like that. + </p> + <p> + “I've let them go, but two or three are dead,” he remarked. “I suppose + they've been lying there all night.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm afraid so. They come out to feed at dusk. It's horribly cruel.” + </p> + <p> + “It's devilish! Why don't you stop it? Is the field yours?” + </p> + <p> + “It goes with the house, and when we let the grazing I stipulated that no + snares should be laid, but there was some mistake and the tenant claimed + the rabbits. We said he could shoot them, and I understand he's disputing + with the agent. But where are you going?” + </p> + <p> + “I'm going back to finish the job; these particular snares won't be used + again. If you like, I'll come over every evening and pull the blamed + things up.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't think that will be necessary,” Helen answered with a strained + laugh. + </p> + <p> + She felt disturbed and excited when Festing turned away. Her life had been + smooth and she did not think she had seen a man seized by savage anger; + certainly not a man she knew. Festing was angry, and no doubt justly, but + at the Scar the primitive vein in human nature was decently hidden. Now + she did not know if she were jarred or not. Then she heard voices, and + going nearer the fence, tried to see through the briars. + </p> + <p> + Festing, with a pocket-knife and some brass wire in his hand, confronted a + big slouching man who carried a heavy stick and a net bag. Bits of fur + stuck to the fellow's clothes and there was blood on his dirty hands. A + half-grown lad with another stick waited, rather uneasily, in the + background. + </p> + <p> + “What might you be doing?” the man inquired. + </p> + <p> + “I'm cutting up your snares,” Festing replied. “What have you got to say + about it?” + </p> + <p> + The other gave him a slow, sullen look. “Only that you'd better leave the + snares alone. How many rabbits?” + </p> + <p> + “Four,” said Festing, pulling up another snare and cutting the noose. + </p> + <p> + “Then that will be five shillings. I'll say nothing about the snares; + wire's cheap.” + </p> + <p> + Festing laughed. “It's a dead bluff. Light out of this field before I put + you off.” + </p> + <p> + The man hesitated, his eyes fixed on Festing's hardset face. Perhaps a way + out might have been found, but the lad precipitated matters. Running to + the mouth of the burrow, he picked up a half-dead rabbit that was trying + to crawl away, and leered at Festing as he raised his stick. The blow was + not struck, for Festing leaped across the grass and next moment the boy + fell beside the burrow. He was unhurt, but too surprised to move, because + he had never seen anybody move as fast as the man who threw him down. + </p> + <p> + Then Festing heard steps behind, and turned in time to guard his head with + his right arm. It felt numb and he was half dazed by a shock of pain, but + he struck savagely with his left hand and his knuckles jarred on bone. The + other's stick dropped, and when they grappled Festing was relieved to feel + his arm was not broken. His muscles were hard and well trained, his blood + was hot, and a struggle of the kind was not altogether a novelty. When + liquor is smuggled into a construction camp, a section boss must sometimes + use physical force or relinquish his command. + </p> + <p> + He staggered and nearly fell as his leg was seized. It looked as if the + lad had come to his master's help; but one could not be fastidious, and a + savage backward kick got rid of the new antagonist. The other was powerful + and stubborn, and Festing spent a strenuous few minutes before he threw + him into the sand beside the burrow. + </p> + <p> + “I'm pretty fresh and ready to start again if you are,” he said. “Still I + reckon you have had enough.” + </p> + <p> + The fellow got up scowling and told the lad to bring his bag. + </p> + <p> + “You'll hear more about this,” he rejoined and slouched off. + </p> + <p> + Festing went back, and Helen started when he jumped across the ditch. His + jacket was torn, his lip was cut, and his face was bruised. He looked + dishevelled, but not at all embarrassed. In fact, there was a gleam of + half-humorous satisfaction in his eyes. + </p> + <p> + “The snares are all cut up,” he said. “I broke the fellow's stick and + threw away the pegs.” + </p> + <p> + Helen felt a strange desire to laugh. There was something ridiculous in + his naïve triumph, but she was not really amused. In fact, her confused + sensations were puzzling. + </p> + <p> + “Did you hurt him?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + “I hope so,” said Festing. “I rather think I did and don't expect he'll + come back while I'm about. However, as I can't come here as often as I'd + like, it might be better to see your agent. In the meantime, we'll look + for some mushrooms.” + </p> + <p> + “But don't you want to bathe your face?” + </p> + <p> + “I forgot that I probably look the worse for wear,” said Festing, who + wiped his cut lip. “Still if I met your mother, she might get a shock, and + now I come to think of it, I'm no doubt jarring you, so I'll go off and + see your agent if you'll tell me where he lives.” + </p> + <p> + “It's some distance, and we don't do things so quickly here. I must talk + to my mother first. Besides, the agent may not have got up.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I'll sit on the doorstep. But what is there to talk about? You don't + want your rabbits tortured so that somebody may make thirty cents apiece. + It has got to be stopped, and why not stop it now? Where does the fellow + live?” + </p> + <p> + Helen told him, and added: “But you can't go like that.” + </p> + <p> + “No; I suppose not,” said Festing doubtfully. “It won't make a long round + if I call at Gardiner's. I'll come back later and tell you how I've fixed + things up.” + </p> + <p> + He lifted his badly crushed hat, and when he turned away Helen laughed, a + half-hysterical laugh. His fierce energy had, so to speak, left her + breathless; she was shaken by confused emotions. It was for her sake he + had plunged into the quarrel, but she felt disturbed by his savageness. + For all that, something in her approved, and it was really this that + troubled her. Picking up the basket, she crossed the field with a very + thoughtful look. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0010" id="link2HCH0010"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER X + </h2> + <h3> + HELEN DECIDES + </h3> + <p> + Some weeks had passed since Festing went to gather mushrooms when he sat, + one evening, on the terrace in front of Gardiner's house. His brows were + knit and he had in his had a letter from Kerr at the construction camp. + The back of the letter was covered with penciled calculations, but he + presently put it down and looked moodily about. + </p> + <p> + The larches that sheltered the house had been in full leaf when he came, + but now they were getting bare. One could see the hills through a fine + network of twigs, dotted with minute tassels of gold. The beeches and oaks + looked solid yet, but the former shone warm brown and red against the + others' fading green. Withered leaves fluttered down, and the smell of a + burning heap hung in the damp air. + </p> + <p> + The touches of brown and gold in the landscape hinted that time was + passing. Winter was already advancing across the wastes of Northern Canada + and the geese and ducks were flying south. Festing heard in fancy the + brant's changing cry that always filled him with unrest, but the letter in + his hand was a clearer call. Kerr had offered him a contract for hauling a + quantity of telegraph posts and logs across the snow, and his calculations + indicated that the work ought to be profitable. It would keep him occupied + all winter; one could buy horses cheap when harvest was over and sell them + advantageously when plowing began in the spring. Besides, the money he + earned would help him to stock his farm and furnish his homestead well. + </p> + <p> + He had loitered in England long enough. He would never forget this + holiday, for he had learned what happiness life might have in store; but + it was a happiness that could not be attained by romantic dreams. He must + earn it by tense effort, and was willing to pay the price; this was the + reason he must get back to work. For all that, he had doubts, and was glad + when Muriel came along the terrace and sat down on the bench. + </p> + <p> + “You look unusually thoughtful,” she said. + </p> + <p> + “I have something to think about. I find I must go back to Canada very + soon.” + </p> + <p> + Muriel made an abrupt movement. “You are going away! But we thought—” + She paused and resumed: “Does Helen know?” + </p> + <p> + “Not yet; I must tell her. It will cost me something to leave, but I've + got to go. Perhaps you had better see what Kerr has to say.” + </p> + <p> + He gave her the letter, and after waiting until she had read it, went on: + “I can't let this chance pass; I want the money.” + </p> + <p> + “I think I understand,” said Muriel. “Still you haven't told me much.” + </p> + <p> + He was silent for a few moments and looked very grave, but she had for + some time imagined that he was bearing a strain. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” he said, “I'm up against things and can't see my way. That is, I + do see where I mean to go, but don't know if I ought.” + </p> + <p> + “The problem's not exactly new. However, if you will state it clearly.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll try,” said Festing. “One can trust you; in fact, I wanted to tell + you before.” + </p> + <p> + He explained his difficulties, practical and moral, and when he finished + Muriel said: “It comes to this—You are in love with Helen and mean + to marry her, but hesitate because you fear she may find the life too + hard.” + </p> + <p> + “It's a big risk for an English girl. She must give up everything, while I + have all to gain.” + </p> + <p> + “But suppose she were willing?” + </p> + <p> + “The trouble is that she doesn't know what she may have to bear.” + </p> + <p> + Muriel smiled. “It's a risk that many girls must run. But after all it + depends upon what she values most.” + </p> + <p> + “Comfort, leisure, refined friends, and other things you enjoy here are + worth much to a girl.” + </p> + <p> + “All this is true,” Muriel agreed, and pausing, continued with a blush: + “Still these things don't satisfy every need, and perhaps my example may + be some encouragement. Fred isn't very clever and will probably never be + rich, but I'd sooner face poverty with him than marry a prince.” + </p> + <p> + Festing bowed. “Thank you for that! Fred's a very good sort. I knew you + had pluck.” + </p> + <p> + “I really think Helen is pluckier and stronger than me. But I imagine you + have already made up your mind.” + </p> + <p> + “I have; for all that, I'm afraid. If I have bad luck, Helen will have to + pay. I know she was willing to marry Charnock, but she was very young then + and he was rich compared with me.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I suppose a little money would be a useful help?” + </p> + <p> + “It would, in one way,” Festing agreed. “The trouble is that I haven't + much; only enough to make a fair start if I'm economical.” + </p> + <p> + For a moment Muriel looked amused, but her seriousness returned. “We'll + let that go. You seem to forget that you don't stand alone. I should have + found it hard to forgive Fred if he had decided whether he ought to marry + or not, without consulting me. It's a girl's right, not her lover's, to + say what she values most and how much she is willing to bear. If Helen + loves you, she's entitled to be given the choice.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah,” said Festing, “I don't know if she loves me yet!” + </p> + <p> + Muriel's eyes twinkled. “That is something you must find out for yourself. + But perhaps I have said enough.” + </p> + <p> + She went back to the house and Festing sat still in the gathering dark. He + had made up his mind and felt encouraged, but he saw difficulties that + must be met. + </p> + <p> + Next day he went to the Scar and found that Helen was not at home, but + Mrs. Dalton and her sister received him, and for a time he talked about + things that did not matter. It was dull and damp outside, and a bright + wood fire burned in the grate. The low-ceilinged room was very warm, its + comfort seemed enervating, and he felt braced as he thought of the + windswept prairie. Then he knew his remarks were vague and disconnected. + It was a relief to plunge into the business he had come about. + </p> + <p> + “I had better tell you that I am going to ask Helen to marry me,” he said. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Dalton did not look surprised, and he thought Miss Graham smiled. + Perhaps he had been abrupt, but he did not care. + </p> + <p> + “You have done what is proper in warning my sister first,” Miss Graham + remarked; but Mrs. Dalton was silent for a few moments. + </p> + <p> + “You imply that Helen doesn't know,” she said. + </p> + <p> + “She does not; I've been careful not to give her a hint,” Festing + declared. “I was afraid to alarm her by, so to speak, rushing things. + You're not used to it in England.” + </p> + <p> + Miss Graham's amusement was plainer. “The caution you exercised must have + cost you something.” + </p> + <p> + “After all, you haven't known Helen long,” Mrs. Dalton resumed. + </p> + <p> + “That's so, in a way, but five minutes was long enough. I knew I'd never + marry anybody else when I saw her in the garden the first day I came.” + </p> + <p> + He thought Miss Graham gave him an approving look, but he turned to Mrs. + Dalton. + </p> + <p> + “I hope you will give your consent; but, of course, if you object, or + there's anything you want to ask——” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Dalton roused herself. She felt breathless, as if she had been + carried along at an unusual pace. + </p> + <p> + “To begin with,” she said quietly, “I cannot object to you. We know + something about your character; you helped my son, helped him more than + you perhaps thought. But there is something I must ask.” She hesitated and + then resumed: “You have seen the life Helen leads with us. She has never + had to use much self-denial. What have you to offer her in Canada?” + </p> + <p> + “Not much. In fact, that's partly why I came first to you. I felt you + should be warned; that's really what I meant.” + </p> + <p> + “You are honest,” Miss Graham interposed. “You want my sister's approval, + but don't think it essential.” + </p> + <p> + Festing looked at Mrs. Dalton. “If you refused, I wouldn't be altogether + daunted. I might wait, but that is all. This is a matter Helen must + decide.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes. All the same, it is my duty to guard her from a possible mistake.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well; I'll make matters as plain as I can. To begin with, I haven't + much money, and although I'm building a good homestead, a Western farm is + very different from the Scar. There's none of the refinement you have + round you; a man must work from sunrise until it's dark, and there are + many demands upon a woman. For all that, I can guard against Helen + suffering actual hardship. In fact, she shall suffer nothing I can save + her from. It's the pressure of things one can't control and her own + character that may cause the strain. If I know her, she won't stand by and + watch when there's much that ought to be done.” + </p> + <p> + “She would not. But how long do you expect the strain to last?” + </p> + <p> + “Not very long. Two years, three years; I can't tell. When you break new + land you work hard and wait. The railroad throws out branches, elevators + are built, small towns spring up, and while you improve your holding + comfort and often prosperity comes to you.” + </p> + <p> + “But in the meantime a little capital would help?” + </p> + <p> + “Of course,” said Festing. “The trouble is I haven't much, but I think I + have enough to provide all that's strictly necessary.” + </p> + <p> + He thought Mrs. Dalton gave her sister a warning glance, but she said: + “Well, you have my consent to ask Helen; but if she is willing to run the + risk, there is a stipulation I must make.” + </p> + <p> + “So long as you consent, I'll agree to anything,” Festing declared. “I + can't repay you for your trust, but I'll try to deserve it.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Dalton told him where Helen had gone, and setting off to meet her, he + presently saw her come round a bend in a lane. The sun had set and tall + oaks, growing along the hedgerows, darkened the lane, but a faint crimson + glow from the west shone between the trunks. To the east, the quiet + countryside rolled back into deepening shadow. For a moment Festing + hesitated as he watched the girl advance. It was rash to uproot this fair + bloom of the sheltered English garden and transplant it in virgin soil, + swept by the rushing winds. Then he went forward resolutely. + </p> + <p> + Helen gave him her hand and moved on with disturbed feelings, for there + was something different in his look. + </p> + <p> + “If you don't mind, we'll stop a minute; I have something to say. To begin + with, I'm going back to Canada.” + </p> + <p> + She looked up sharply and then waited with forced calm until he resumed: + “That precipitates matters, because I must learn if I've hoped for too + much before I go. I was a stranger when I came here, and you were kind—” + </p> + <p> + “You were not a stranger,” Helen said quietly. “George told us about you, + and for his sake—” + </p> + <p> + “I don't want you to be kind for George's sake, but my own. I'd sooner you + liked me for what I am, with all my faults.” + </p> + <p> + “If it's any comfort, I think I really do like you,” Helen admitted with a + strained smile. + </p> + <p> + “Well enough to marry me?” + </p> + <p> + Helen colored, but gave him a level glance. “Ah,” she said, “aren't you + rash? You hardly know me yet.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm not rash at all; I knew you long ago. Your portrait hung in + Charnock's house and I used to study it on winter nights. It told me what + you were, and when I saw you under the copper beech I knew you very well. + Still now I have seen you, your picture had lost its charm.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you have it?” Helen asked. + </p> + <p> + Festing gave her a Russia leather case and her face flushed red. + </p> + <p> + “Did Bob give you this?” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Festing quietly; “I stole it.” + </p> + <p> + “And the case?” + </p> + <p> + “The case was made in Montreal. I went to Winnipeg, but could get nothing + good enough.” + </p> + <p> + Helen turned her head. It was a long way to Winnipeg from the prairie + bridge, and she was moved that he had made the journey to find a proper + covering for her picture. + </p> + <p> + “You must have valued the portrait,” she remarked shyly. + </p> + <p> + “I did, but it won't satisfy me now. As soon as I met you I fell in love + with you. Somehow I think you must have seen—” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Helen quietly, “I did see.” + </p> + <p> + Festing summoned his self-control. “You must know what you decide. I must + live in Canada; my homestead may seem rude and bare after your mother's + beautiful house, and I tried to show you what a prairie farm is like.” + </p> + <p> + “I think I know,” Helen said, and gave him a quick tender look. “Still, + such things don't really matter——” + </p> + <p> + Then Festing stepped forward and took her in his arms. + </p> + <p> + An hour later he sat talking to Mrs. Dalton and Miss Graham in the + drawing-room. + </p> + <p> + “I am glad you have agreed to wait and come back for Helen in the spring, + but I ought to tell you something now, because it may make a difference in + your plans,” Mrs. Dalton remarked “You admitted that some of the + difficulties you and Helen would have to meet might be avoided if you had + a little more capital.” + </p> + <p> + “It would certainly make a difference, but I have got no more.” + </p> + <p> + “Helen has some money,” Mrs. Dalton replied. + </p> + <p> + Festing knitted his brows. “I didn't suspect this!” + </p> + <p> + “That is obvious,” Miss Graham interposed. + </p> + <p> + Festing got up, moved a pace or two, and stopped. “How much has she got?” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Dalton told him and he frowned. “Then she had better keep it. I'd + sooner you tied it up.” + </p> + <p> + “Isn't that unreasonable?” Miss Graham asked. + </p> + <p> + “It's a man's business to support his wife. I don't want to live on + Helen's money. Besides, I've made my plans.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't think you quite understand,” Mrs. Dalton rejoined. “After all, it + is not a large sum and can be used for Helen's benefit. It may save her + from some discomfort and give her advantages you could not provide.” + </p> + <p> + Festing pondered for a few moments, and then answered thoughtfully: “Yes, + I see this, and can't refuse. Well, perhaps the safest way would be to + transfer the land I bought to Helen and record it in her name. It's bound + to go up in value and couldn't be taken from her unless she borrowed on a + mortgage. The arrangement would set free my capital and enable us to run + the homestead on more comfortable lines.” Then he paused and asked: “Did + Charnock know about the money?” + </p> + <p> + “He did not,” said Mrs. Dalton. “We thought it better not to tell him; but + we can trust you.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you,” said Festing, who was silent for a time. + </p> + <p> + He had wondered whether he had misjudged Charnock in one respect, but saw + that he had not. The fellow was a cur and would not have married Sadie if + he had known about Helen's money. But this did not matter. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” he resumed, “if you agree to my proposition, we'll get a lawyer to + fix it up. In a way, it's some relief to know Helen has enough, and now + I'm going to talk to her.” + </p> + <p> + He found her in the next room and she gave him a smile. “I expect mother + has told you I'm not as poor as you thought. Are you pleased or not?” + </p> + <p> + “I'm pleased for your sake, because there's not much risk of your finding + things too hard, but I'd have been proud to marry you if you had nothing + at all.” + </p> + <p> + “Not even a certain prettiness?” Helen asked. + </p> + <p> + “Your beauty's something to be thankful for; but after all it's, so to + speak, an accident, like your money. It wasn't your beauty, but you, I + fell in love with.” + </p> + <p> + Helen blushed. “Ah!” she said, “now you're very nice indeed!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0011" id="link2HCH0011"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XI + </h2> + <h3> + SADIE USES PRESSURE + </h3> + <p> + It was getting cold in the small back office when Sadie put down her pen + and went into the store. She was cramped with sitting, for she had been + occupied with accounts for several hours and the stove had burned low. + </p> + <p> + “You can quit now, Steve,” she said to the clerk. “Put out the lights, but + don't lock up. I'm going to wait until the boss comes.” + </p> + <p> + The clerk turned his head to hide a smile; because he knew where Charnock + was, and thought Mrs. Charnock might have to wait some time; but he did as + he was told, and when he went out Sadie stood shivering at the door. She + had married Charnock late in the fall and now it was March, but there was + no sign yet of returning spring. The sky was dark and a bitter wind from + the prairie blew down the empty street. Blocks of square-fronted houses + stood out harshly against the snow, which sparkled here and there in a ray + of light. The settlement looked ugly and very desolate, and Sadie studied + it with a feeling of weariness and disgust. It seemed strange that she had + once thought it a lively place, but this was before she met Charnock, who + had taught her much. + </p> + <p> + Shutting the door, she returned to the office and glanced critically at + her reflection in a mirror on the wall. She had been ill, in consequence + of the strain she had borne while her father was sick, and looked older. + Her face was thin and she felt tired, but her skin had not lost its silky + whiteness, and her black dress hung in becoming lines. It was a well-cut + dress, for Sadie was extravagant in such matters and knew how to choose + her clothes. She had lost the freshness that had marked her, but had + gained something: a touch of dignity that she thought of as style. + </p> + <p> + Sitting down at the desk, she began to muse. Keller had fallen ill soon + after her wedding. It was a painful illness, and as skilled help was + scarce, she had nursed him until he died. He was a plain storekeeper, but + she knew he was, in many ways, a bigger and better man than Bob. He + demanded all that was his, but he kept his word, and when he undertook a + thing put it over, which Bob seldom did. Shortly before he died he gave + Sadie good advice. + </p> + <p> + “You got the man you wanted, and now it's your job to look after him. head + him off the liquor, and keep your hands on the dollars. I've fixed things + so's they belong to you.” + </p> + <p> + Another time he asked for certain accounts, and after studying them + remarked: “You want to watch the business and run it all it's worth. You + have a husband to work for now, and I guess a man like Bob comes + expensive. Still, if you can guild him right, he's not all a fool.” + </p> + <p> + Sadie had not resented this. She knew it was true, and her father had not + meant to sneer. He was a blunt man and generally talked like that, and + Sadie sometimes did so. Well, she had not been cheated, because she knew + what Bob was before they married; and although ambition had something to + do with it, she loved him. For all that, she had got some rude jars, and + now passion was dying, her love was colored by a certain half-maternal + protection. Bob must be watched and guarded. + </p> + <p> + Her ambition, however, remained. She had beauty and intelligence and + wanted to win a place in cultured society. Bob could help her, and she was + tired of the dreary settlement. But she was practical. Money would be + needed if they were to move to one of the cities, and although trade was + good, gathering dollars was slow work when one had an extravagant husband. + While she had been ill Bob was left in charge of the business, and on + recovering her first task had been to find out how he had managed. Now she + had found out and got something of a shock. + </p> + <p> + The room got colder, but Bob had made some entries in a cash-book she + could not understand, and opening the book again, she spent some time in + calculations that threw no fresh light on the matter. Then she heard steps + and turned as Charnock came in. + </p> + <p> + He took off his fur-coat and Sadie frowned as he dropped it into a dusty + corner. It was an expensive coat, but one could not teach Bob to take care + of things. Then he kissed her and sat down on the edge of the table. + </p> + <p> + “You're getting prettier, Sadie; that thoughtful look of yours is + particularly fetching. But I can see you're tired. Put those books away + and let's get home.” + </p> + <p> + Sadie knew what his compliments were worth, although they had not lost + their charm. He wanted to put things off, but she must be firm. + </p> + <p> + “You make me tired, and I haven't finished with the books. We've got to + have a talk.” + </p> + <p> + “I like you best when you don't talk; you sometimes say too much,” + Charnock replied. “Besides a girl like you ought to be satisfied with + being seen. You're worth looking at.” + </p> + <p> + Sadie gave him a quick glance. He had recently become fastidious about his + clothes and she did not grudge the dollars he spent on them. His taste was + good, and he looked very graceful as he turned to her with a smile on his + face. The hint of dissipation it had worn was not so marked, for she had + some power over him and used it well, but she thought he had been + indulging. There was, however, no use in getting angry with Bob. + </p> + <p> + “You were at Wilkinson's again,” she said. “You promised you'd stop off + going there. I suppose he set up the whisky!” + </p> + <p> + “I didn't take much. It wasn't good whisky; not like ours. That reminds me—I'm + not much of a business man, but I've had a happy thought. My notion is we + give the boys better liquor than they want. They wouldn't know the + difference if we kept cheaper stuff.” + </p> + <p> + Sadie frowned, because she had accepted her father's business code. His + charges were high, but it had been his boast that Keller's delivered the + goods one paid for. Then she realized that Bob had nearly succeeded in + putting off the threatened talk. + </p> + <p> + “No,” she said, “that's bad business in the end. When you'd had some + whisky, Wilkinson got out the cards?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, well, you know you stopped me playing a quiet game at home, and three + or four of the boys were there. Then a Brandon real-estate man asked for + the cards.” + </p> + <p> + “How much were you out when you finished the game?” + </p> + <p> + “Not much,” said Charnock with some hesitation. + </p> + <p> + “How much?” + </p> + <p> + “If you insist, about ten dollars.” + </p> + <p> + Sadie made a gesture of impatience, but after all he might have had a + heavier loss. + </p> + <p> + “Ten dollars and a headache next morning for an evening's card game. You + surely don't know much, Bob! But look at this statement and tell me where + the money's gone.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock took the paper she gave him and colored. + </p> + <p> + “I never thought it was as much as that. Upon my word, I didn't!” + </p> + <p> + “Where's it gone?” Sadie demanded. + </p> + <p> + “I've been unlucky,” said Charnock, who began a confused explanation. + </p> + <p> + He had heard of a building lot on the outskirts of Winnipeg, to which he + had been told a new street line would run. He had paid for a time option + on the site, and now it appeared that the trolley scheme had been + abandoned. Then somebody had given him a hint about a deal in grain that + the speculators could not put over. It looked a safe snap and he had sold + down, but the market had gone up and his margin was exhausted. When he + stopped, Sadie's eyes flashed scornfully, but she controlled her anger. + </p> + <p> + “You're a fool, Bob; you never learn,” she said wearily. “Anyhow, you have + got to cut out this kind of thing; the business won't stand for it long. + Well, as you can't be trusted with dollars, I'll have to put you on an + allowance. I hate to be mean, but if you waste what I give you, you'll get + no more.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock's face got red. “This is rather a nasty knock. Not that I want + your money, but the thing's humiliating.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you think it isn't humiliating to me?” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps it is,” said Charnock, with a half-ashamed look. “I admit I have + been something of an ass, but you are mean, in a sense. What are you going + to do with your money, if you don't intend to spend it?” + </p> + <p> + “Use if for making more; anyhow, until I get enough.” + </p> + <p> + “When will you have enough?” + </p> + <p> + “When I can sell out the business and live where I want; give you the + friends you ought to have instead of low-down gamblers and whisky-tanks. + If you'd take hold and work, Bob, we'd be rich in a few years. The boys + like you, you could do all the trade, and the boom that's beginning will + make this settlement a big place. But I guess there's no use in talking—and + I'm ill and tired.” + </p> + <p> + Sadie's pose got slack and she leaned her arms on the table with her face + in her hands. Charnock, feeling penitent, tried to comfort her. + </p> + <p> + “You're a very good sort, Sadie, and mean well; I'll go steady and try not + to bother you again. But we won't say any more about it now. Are those new + letters? The mail hadn't come when I left.” + </p> + <p> + She gave him two envelopes, and after reading part of the first letter he + started and the paper rustled in his hand. + </p> + <p> + “What's the matter?” she asked. “Have you lost some money I don't know + about?” + </p> + <p> + “I haven't,” Charnock answered with a hoarse laugh. “The letter's from + some English friends. You head that Festing had gone back to the Old + Country. Well, he's going to be married soon and will bring his wife out.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you know her? Who is she?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; I know her very well. She's Helen Dalton.” + </p> + <p> + “The girl you ought to have married!” Sadie exclaimed. “What's she like? I + guess you have her picture, though you haven't shown it me.” + </p> + <p> + “I had one, but haven't now. I meant to burn the thing, but suspect that + Festing stole it. Confound him!” + </p> + <p> + Sadie was silent for a few moments and then gave Charnock a searching + look. “Anyhow, I don't see why that should make you mad. You let her go + and took me instead. Do you reckon she'd have been as patient with you as + I am?” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Charnock, rather drearily. “Helen isn't patient, and I dare say + I'd have broken her heart. You have done your best for me, and I expect + you find it a hopeless job. For all that, I never thought Festing——” + </p> + <p> + “It's done with,” Sadie rejoined quietly, although there was some color in + her face. “If the girl likes Festing, what has it to do with you? Besides, + as he has located some way back from the settlement, there's no reason you + should meet him or his wife.” Then she frowned and got up. “But the place + is very cold; we'll go home.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock put out the light and locked the door, but he was silent as they + walked across the snow to the hotel, and Sadie wondered what he thought. + There was no doubt he was disturbed, or he would have tried to coax her + into abandoning her resolution to put him on an allowance. She meant to be + firm about this. + </p> + <p> + For the next two or three weeks Charnock occupied himself with his duties + and everything went smoothly at the store and hotel. He was popular in the + neighborhood, since his weaknesses were rather attractive than repellent + to people who did not suffer from them. Men who drove long distances from + their lonely farms liked a cheerful talk and to hear the latest joke; + others enjoyed a game of cards in the back office when Mrs. Charnock was + not about. Besides, it was known that Keller's was straight; one got full + weight and value when one dealt there. + </p> + <p> + Trade, moreover, was unusually good. Settlers looking for land filled the + hotel, and now elevators were to be built, farmers hired extra labor and + broke new soil. Household supplies were purchased on an unprecedented + scale, and when snow melted the hotel stables were occupied by + rough-coated teams, while wagons, foul with the mud of the prairie trails, + waited for their loads in front of the store. Sadie felt cheered and + encouraged, and although Bob sometimes spent in careless talk an hour or + two that might have been better employed, she was willing to make up for + his neglect by extra work in the office at night. He was doing well and + she began to be hopeful. + </p> + <p> + One evening, however, when there were goods to be entered and bills + written out, he went home for supper and did not come back. Sadie stopped + in the office long after the clerk had gone, but when she put down her pen + the stove was out and she was surprised to find how late it was. She felt + tired and annoyed, for she had been busily occupied since morning, and + suspected that Bob was telling amusing stories while she did his work. + Then in shutting up the store she forgot her rubber over-shoes, and the + sidewalk was plastered with sticky mud. She wore rather expensive slippers + and thought they would be spoiled. + </p> + <p> + Charnock was not about when she entered the hotel, and the guests seemed + to have gone to bed. The light was out in the office, and the big lounge + room, where lumps of half-dry mud lay upon the board floor, was + unoccupied. The bell-boy, who was using a brush amidst a cloud of dust, + said he did not think the boss had gone upstairs, and with sudden + suspicion Sadie entered a dark passage that led to a room where commercial + travelers showed their goods. She opened the door and stopped just inside, + her head tilted back and an angry sparkle in her eyes. + </p> + <p> + The room was very hot and smelt of liquor, tobacco, and kerosene; the lamp + had been turned too high and its cracked chimney was black. Charnock and + three others sat round a table on which stood a bottle and four glasses. + One of the glasses had upset and there was a pool, bordered by soaked + cigar-ash, on the boards. The men were playing cards, and a pile of paper + money indicated that the stakes were high. Sadie knew them all and deeply + distrusted one, whom she suspected of practising on her husband's + weaknesses; she disliked another, and the third did not count. She looked + up rather awkwardly, and she saw that Charnock had taken too much liquor. + </p> + <p> + “Good evening, boys,” she said. “I want to lock the doors, and guess you + don't know how late it is.” + </p> + <p> + Wilkinson, the man she distrusted, took out his watch. He had a horse + ranch some distance off, and the farmers called him a sport. As a matter + of fact, he was a successful petty gambler, but generally lost his + winnings by speculating in real-estate and wheat. + </p> + <p> + “It's surely late, Mrs. Charnock,” he agreed. “Still, I dare say you can + give us a quarter of an hour.” + </p> + <p> + “Five minutes,” Sadie answered. “You can cut the game you're playing when + you like. I'm tired, but I'll wait.” + </p> + <p> + Wilkinson looked at Charnock, but stopped arranging his cards. “Well, I'm + ready to quit. Bob's made a scoop the last few deals, and I reckon I've + not much chance of getting my money back.” + </p> + <p> + “Go 'way, Sadie; go 'way right now!” Charnock interrupted. “You gotta put + up a fair game, and I can't stop when I've all the boys' dollars in my + pocket.” + </p> + <p> + Sadie was sometimes tactful, but her anger was quick, and she disliked to + hear her husband use Western idioms. Moreover she expected him to be + polite. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” she said, “I guess that's a change; your dollars are generally in + their wallets. But this game has to stop.” + </p> + <p> + Mossup, the man she did not like, turned in his chair. He was not sober + and his manners were not polished at the best of times. He sold small + tools and hardware for a Winnipeg wholesale firm. + </p> + <p> + “Say, you might call a bell-boy. That whisky's rank; I want a different + drink.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock got up with an awkward movement, but Sadie did not want his help. + </p> + <p> + “Drinks are served in the bar and the bar is shut,” she said. + </p> + <p> + “I'm stopping here; I hired this room, and as long as I pay it's mine. + We're not in Manitoba, and I guess the law—” + </p> + <p> + Sadie silenced him imperiously. She understood his reference to Manitoba, + where regulations dealing with liquor are strictly enforced. + </p> + <p> + “I make the law at Keller's, and this hotel is not a gambling saloon. Mr. + Wilkinson, cork that bottle and put it on the shelf.” + </p> + <p> + As Wilkinson obeyed, Mossup put his hand on his arm to hold him back, but + Charnock interfered: + </p> + <p> + “You sit down right now. Understand, everybody, what Mrs. Charnock says + goes.” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly,” Wilkinson agreed. “Get off to bed Mossup; you'll have a + swelled head all right to-morrow, as it is. I'll put out the light, Mrs. + Charnock; guess I'll do it better than Bob.” + </p> + <p> + “Think I can't put out a common old lamp?” Charnock inquired. “Destroy the + blamed thing 'fore I let it beat me.” + </p> + <p> + “You're not going to try,” said Wilkinson, who hustled him and Mossup out + of the room and then held the door open for Sadie. + </p> + <p> + She thanked him, but felt that if she had ground to fear resentment, it + was not Mossup's but his. Wilkinson had manners, but she knew he did not + like to be robbed of an easy victim, and it was possible that he had let + Bob win until he was drunk enough to be fleeced. She waited a few moments + to let the others go, and then went upstairs and stopped in a passage that + led to her room. Her face was hot and she breathed fast, for her part in + the scene had cost her something. It would have been different had + Charnock not been there; she could have dealt with the others, but he had + made her ashamed. Then she heard his step and turned with passionate anger + as he came along the passage. He stopped and looked at her with drunken + admiration. + </p> + <p> + “By George, you're a fine thing, Sadie! Handsomest and pluckiest woman in + the township!” + </p> + <p> + Sadie said nothing, but her pose stiffened and her lips set tight. + </p> + <p> + “Look your best when you're angry,” Charnock went on. “Not quite so + 'tractive, too pale and want animation, when you're calm.” + </p> + <p> + She did not answer, but felt a quiver of repulsion. His voice was thick, + his eyes had a stupid amorous look, and he smelt of whisky. Sadie was not + remarkably fastidious; she had, for several years, managed a hotel, and + had used her physical charm to attract the man, but she was jarred. As + yet, she made no appeal to the better side of Bob's nature, if it had a + better side, and his sensual admiration revolted her. + </p> + <p> + Charnock felt puzzled and somewhat daunted, but tried to put his arm round + her waist. Sadie seized his shoulders and pushed him violently back. + </p> + <p> + “Don't you touch me, you drunken hog!” she said. + </p> + <p> + He gazed at her in dull surprise and then braced himself. Sadie had moods, + but generally came round if he made love to her. Besides, although she was + in one of her rages, her attitude was irresistibly inciting. + </p> + <p> + “I'm your husband anyhow. Now don't be a silly little fool——” + </p> + <p> + She drew back as he advanced and picked up a mop. It was used for + polishing board floors and had a long handle. + </p> + <p> + “You're my husband when you're sober; I didn't marry a whisky-tank. If you + touch me, Bob, I'll knock you down!” + </p> + <p> + Charnock stopped. When Sadie spoke like that she meant what she said. She + looked at him steadily for a moment or two, and then put down the mop and + turned away. He durst not follow, and when she entered a room close by, he + shrugged with half-bewildered resignation and stumbled off. + </p> + <p> + Sadie, leaning with labored breath against the rail of her bed, heard him + fall down the three or four steps in the middle of the passage and + afterwards get up and go on again. Then she laughed, a strained, + hysterical laugh. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0012" id="link2HCH0012"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XII + </h2> + <h3> + THE SACRIFICE + </h3> + <p> + Charnock hesitated about meeting Sadie at breakfast, but found her calm + and apparently good-humored. He felt embarrassed and his head ached, but + she made him some strong coffee in a way he liked. Sadie did not often + sulk, and he was grateful because she said nothing about what had happened + on the previous night. Indeed, he was on the point of telling her so, but + her careless manner discouraged him and he resolved instead that he would + stop gambling and keep as steady as he could. After all, Sadie was really + treating him well; she might, for example, have stopped his getting + liquor. He meant to brace up and give her no more trouble. + </p> + <p> + He kept his resolve for a fortnight, and then, one morning, a man brought + him a note from Wilkinson, asking him to drive over to the range. Charnock + told the man he could not go, but presently put down his pen and looked + out of the open window of the office of the store. The last of the snow + had vanished some time since, and round white clouds drifted across the + sky. Flying shadows streaked the wide plain, which gleamed like silver in + the sunshine, and the bleached grass rolled in long waves before the + breeze. There was something strangely exhilarating in the air and the + dusty office smelt of salt-pork and cheese. It was a glorious day for a + drive, he need not stay long at Wilkinson's, and the team needed exercise. + Moreover, Sadie was not about and would not come home until afternoon; he + might get back before her. He hesitated for a few minutes and then sent an + order to the stable. + </p> + <p> + At midnight he had not returned, and Sadie sat in the office at the hotel, + making futile efforts to fix her attention on a newspaper. The guests had + gone to bed and the building was very quiet, but she had kept the ostler + up. He might be needed and she could trust him not to talk. + </p> + <p> + At length she heard the sound she listened for. A beat of hoofs and rattle + of wheels came down the street. It was their team, she knew their trot, + but she wondered anxiously whether Bob was driving. When the rig stopped + she went to the door, where the ostler stood with a lantern, and caught + her breath as Wilkinson got down. There was nobody else on the seat of the + light wagon, and Charnock had set off with a different rig. + </p> + <p> + “Where's Bob?” she asked in a strained voice. + </p> + <p> + “We put him inside,” said Wilkinson. “He wasn't quite able to sit up. I'd + have kept him all night only that I reckoned you might be scared.” + </p> + <p> + Sadie, putting her foot on the wheel when the ostler held up the light, + saw Charnock lying on a bundle of sacks. He was in a drunken stupor. + </p> + <p> + “Help Bill bring him, in,” she said with stony calm. + </p> + <p> + Wilkinson and the other lifted the unconscious man, and staggering along a + passage, awkwardly climbed the stairs. They put him on his bed and were + going out when Sadie stopped them. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, Bill; hold the team for a few minutes,” she said and turned to + Wilkinson. “I want you to wait in the office.” + </p> + <p> + Then she shut the door, and after unfastening Charnock's collar and vest + stood looking at him for a minute or two. He had not wakened, but she had + seen him like this before and was not alarmed. His face was flushed and + the veins on his forehead were prominent; his clothes were crumpled and + sprinkled with bits of hay. Sadie studied him with a feeling of + helplessness that changed to contemptuous pity. Her romantic dreams and + ambitions had vanished and left her this—— + </p> + <p> + As she turned away her mood changed again. After all, he was her husband + and she had schemed to marry him. She was honest with herself about this + and admitted that Bob had not really loved her much. But he needed her and + she must not fail him. There was some comfort in remembering that he had + sought no other woman; her rivals were cards and liquor, and she did not + mean that they should win. Obeying a sudden impulse, she turned back and + kissed his hot face, and then, noting the smell of whisky, flushed and + went out with a firm step. + </p> + <p> + When she entered the office, however, her face was hard and white. She did + not sit down, but leaned against a desk opposite Wilkinson. + </p> + <p> + “Why did you ask Bob out to the range?” + </p> + <p> + Wilkinson did not like her look. It hinted that she was in a dangerous + mood, but he answered good-humoredly: “I thought he wanted a change. You + hold him too tight, Mrs. Charnock. Bob won't stand for being kept busy + indoors all day; he won't make a clerk.” + </p> + <p> + “He won't,” said Sadie. “I'm beginning to see it now. But you don't care a + straw for Bob. You wanted a pick on me because I made you cut out your + game that night.” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Wilkinson, with a gesture of protest. “I certainly thought you + were too smart, although it was not my business. Anyhow, if you let him + have a quiet game with his friends at home—” + </p> + <p> + “Pshaw! I know you, Jake Wilkinson, better than Bob does. You meant to + make him drunk this evening and empty his wallet, and I guess you didn't + find it hard.” + </p> + <p> + Wilkinson's face got red, but he saw he would gain nothing by denial. + Besides, there was a matter he was anxious about. + </p> + <p> + “It wasn't hard to empty his wallet, because he had only a few small + bills.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; I fixed that. How much did you win from him when he was drunk?” + </p> + <p> + “He got drunk afterwards,” Wilkinson objected. “Then I didn't win it all; + there were three or four others.” + </p> + <p> + Sadie smiled rather grimly. “How much?” + </p> + <p> + She got a jar when Wilkinson told her, but she fixed him with steady eyes. + </p> + <p> + “You knew what he had in his wallet, but let him go on? You thought + Keller's would stand for the debt?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Wilkinson, with some alarm; “we certainly thought so.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well. Keller's makes good. Take the pen and right out a bill like + this—R. Charnock, debtor in losses on a card game.” + </p> + <p> + “You know it's never done.” + </p> + <p> + “It's going to be done now, or you won't get your cheque. I know what I'm + up against in you and your gang.” + </p> + <p> + Wilkinson hesitated, but he needed the money and made out the bill. After + examining it, Sadie wrote a cheque. + </p> + <p> + “I've paid you once, for Keller's sake, but you had better stop the card + games after this. Bob's not my partner in the business, and no more of my + dollars will go on gambling.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” said Wilkinson sharply, “you're smarter than I thought!” + </p> + <p> + Sadie gave him a searching glance and he noted an ominous tenseness in her + pose and her drawn-back lips. He said afterwards that she looked like a + wild cat. + </p> + <p> + “Anyhow, I think I have you fixed. There's nothing doing in making Bob + drunk again, but you had better understand what's going to happen if you + try. The next time you drive over to the settlement after my husband I'll + whip you in the street with a riding quirt.” + </p> + <p> + Wilkinson put the cheque in his pocket and picked up his hat. + </p> + <p> + “On the whole, I guess I'd better not risk it,” he said and went out. + </p> + <p> + Sadie let him go, and then went limply upstairs. She felt worn out and her + brain was dull. She could not think, and a problem that demanded solving + must wait until the morning. After looking into the room where Charnock + lay and seeing that he was sleeping heavily, she went to bed. + </p> + <p> + Next morning she shut herself in the office at the store and gave the + clerks strict orders that she was not to be disturbed. Opening a drawer, + she took out a rough balance sheet, which showed that the business was + profitable and expanding fast. Things were going very well, in spite of + Bob's extravagance, and she thought she had prevented his wasting any more + money. In three or four years she could sell the hotel and store for a + large sum and, as she thought of it, give herself a chance. + </p> + <p> + She was young, clever, and attractive, and had recently tried to cultivate + her mind. It was laborious work and she had not much time, but the + clergyman of the little Episcopal church gave her some guidance and she + made progress. For one thing, she was beginning to talk like Bob and + thought he noticed this, although she had not told him about her studies. + She meant to be ready to take her part in a wider and brighter life when + she left the settlement. Knowing little about large towns, she exaggerated + the pleasures they could offer. Montreal, for example, was a city of + delight. She had been there twice and had seen the Ice Palace glitter + against the frosty sky, the covered skating rinks, the jingling sleighs, + and the toboggans rushing down the long, white slides. Then she remembered + afternoon drives in summer on the wooded slopes of the Mountain, and + evenings spent among the garish splendors of Dominion Park, where myriads + of lights threw their colored reflections upon the river. Since then, + however, her taste had got refined, and she now admitted that if she lived + at Montreal it might be better to cut out Dominion Park. + </p> + <p> + But she pulled herself up. It looked as if these delights were not for + her. She could enjoy them, if she wanted, in a few years' time, but the + risk was great. Bob might go to pieces while she earned the money that + would open the gate of fairyland. Although she had checked the pace a + little, he was going the wrong way fast. Sadie knitted her dark brows as + she nerved herself to make a momentous choice. + </p> + <p> + On the one hand there was everything she longed for; on the other much + that she disliked—monotonous work, the loneliness of the frozen + prairie in the bitter winter, the society, at very long intervals, of + farmers who talked about nothing but their crops, and the unslackening + strain of activity in the hot summer. Sadie thought of it with shrinking; + she would soon get old and faded, and Bob, for whose sake she had done so, + might turn from her. Yet there was danger for him if they stayed at the + settlement. He had too many friends and whisky was always about. She must + save him from the constant temptation and must do so now. + </p> + <p> + For all that, she struggled. There were specious arguments for taking the + other course. Bob had failed as a farmer and would certainly fail again if + left to himself; but farming was the only occupation on the lonely + prairie. Loneliness was essential, because he must be kept away from the + settlements. But she saw the weak point in this reasoning, because Bob + need not be left to himself. She would, so to speak, stand over him and + see he did his work. Well, it looked as if she must let her ambitions go, + and she got up, straightening her body with a little resolute jerk. + </p> + <p> + “Tell the boss I want him,” she said to the clerk. + </p> + <p> + Charnock came in, looking haggard and somewhat ashamed, and Sadie knew she + had made the right choice when he sat down where the light touched his + face. For a moment he blinked and frowned. + </p> + <p> + “I wish you'd pull down that blind,” he said. “The sun's in my eyes, and I + can't get round the desk.” + </p> + <p> + Sadie did so, and then silently gave him Wilkinson's bill. He gazed at the + paper with surprise, and colored. + </p> + <p> + “I'd no idea I lost so much. Why did you pay him?” + </p> + <p> + “Because you can't,” said Sadie. “He thought you had a share in the + business when he risked his dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose that means you told him I wasn't your partner?” + </p> + <p> + “It does.” + </p> + <p> + “I see,” said Charnock, with some dryness. “You thought he'd leave me + alone if he knew I wasn't worth powder and shot? Well, I believe it's very + possible.” Then he paused and smiled. “I can imagine his astonishment when + you asked for a bill, and must admit that you're a sport. All the same, + it's humiliating to have my friends told you don't trust me with money.” + </p> + <p> + “The trouble is I can't trust you. Now you listen, Bob. This tanking and + gambling has got to be stopped.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm afraid I've given you some bother,” Charnock answered penitently. + “For all that, I'm not so bad as I was. In fact, I really think I'm + steadying down by degrees, and since you have paid my debts I don't mind + promising—” + </p> + <p> + “By degrees won't do; you have got to stop right off. Besides, you know + how much your promises are worth.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock colored. “That's rather cruel, Sadie, but I suppose it's + deserved.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't mean what you think; not your promise to Miss Dalton,” Sadie + answered with some embarrassment. “You told me you wouldn't drive over to + Wilkinson's again, and the first time I wasn't about you went. Very well. + Since I can't trust you round the settlement, we're going to quit. I've + decided to sell out the business as soon as I can get the price I want.” + </p> + <p> + “Sell the store and hotel!” Charnock exclaimed. “I suppose you know you'd + get three or four times as much if you held on for a few years.” + </p> + <p> + “That's so. But what's going to happen to you while I wait?” + </p> + <p> + Charnock turned his head for a moment, and then looked up with a contrite + air. + </p> + <p> + “By George, Sadie, you are fine! But I can't allow this sacrifice.” + </p> + <p> + “You won't be asked,” Sadie rejoined with forced quietness. She was moved + by Charnock's exclamation, but durst not trust him or herself. There was a + risk of his persuading her to abandon the plan if he knew how deeply she + was stirred. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” he said, “what do you propose to do?” + </p> + <p> + “Take a farm far enough from town to make it hard for you to drive in and + out. Donaldson's place would suit; he quits in the fall, you know, and we + hold his mortgage.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock got up and walked about the floor. Then he stopped opposite his + wife. + </p> + <p> + “You mean well, Sadie, and you're very generous,” he said with some + emotion. “Still you ought to see the plan won't work. I had a good farm + and made a horrible mess of things.” + </p> + <p> + “You won't do that now. I'll be there,” Sadie rejoined. + </p> + <p> + Charnock did not answer, but gave her a curious look, and she pondered for + a moment or two. He was obviously moved, but one could not tell how far + his emotions went, and she knew he did not want to listen. She understood + her husband and knew he sometimes deceived himself. + </p> + <p> + “No!” He resumed; “it's too big a sacrifice! You like people about you and + would see nobody but me and the hired man, while I admit I'm enough to jar + a woman's nerves. Then think of the work; the manual work. You couldn't + live as the bachelors live among dust and dirt, and it's a big undertaking + to keep a homestead clean when you can't get proper help. Besides, there's + the baking, cooking, and washing, while you have done nothing but + superintend. I'd hate to see you worn and tired, and you know you're not + so patient then. I get slack if things go wrong, and if I slouched about, + brooding, when I ought to be at work, it would make you worse.” + </p> + <p> + Sadie smiled. “That's very nice, Bob; but how much are you thinking about + me and how much about yourself?” + </p> + <p> + “To tell the truth, I don't know,” Charnock replied with naïve honesty. + “Anyhow, I am thinking about you.” + </p> + <p> + “That is what I like, but there's no use in talking. Since I can make this + business go I can run a farm, and see no other way. My plan's made and I'm + going to put it over.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock was silent for some moments and then turned to her with a look in + his face she had not seen. + </p> + <p> + “I don't want to farm, but if you can stand it for my sake, I must try. + You will need some patience, Sadie—I may break out at times if the + strain gets too hard. One can't help running away when one is something of + a cur. But I'll come back, ashamed and sorry, and pitch in again. Since + you mean to stand by me, perhaps I'll win out in the end.” + </p> + <p> + Bending down suddenly, he kissed her and then went to the door. She heard + it shut, and sat still, but her eyes filled with tears. Bob had not + promised much, but she thought he meant to keep his word now, and doubts + that had troubled her melted away. She did not grudge the sacrifice she + had made, for a ray of hope had begun to shine. It was, however, + characteristic that after musing for a minute or two she took out some + notepaper and began to write. Since the business must be sold, there was + nothing to be gained by delay, and she gave a Winnipeg agent clear + instructions. Then she went out and hid her annoyance when she saw + Charnock sitting languidly on the hotel veranda. + </p> + <p> + “Has Wilkinson sent back our rig?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + “He has, but the team has done enough. Where are you going?” + </p> + <p> + “To look at Donaldson's farm. I want you to come along. Go across and ask + Martin if he'll let you have his team.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock got up with a resigned shrug. “You are a hustler, Sadie. It's not + many minutes since you decided about the thing.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't see what I'd get by waiting, and you may as well make up your + mind that you're going to hustle, too. Now get busy and go for Martin's + team.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0013" id="link2HCH0013"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIII + </h2> + <h3> + AN UNEXPECTED MEETING + </h3> + <p> + It was a bright afternoon and white-edged clouds rolled across the sky + before a fresh north-west wind when Helen Festing rode up to a birch bluff + on the prairie. The trees made a musical rustling as they tossed their + branches, tufted with opening leaves. The sweep of white grass was + checkered by patches of green that gleamed when the light touched them and + faded as the shadows swept across the plain. There was something strangely + invigorating in the air, but when she reached the bluff Helen pulled up + her horse and looked about. + </p> + <p> + She missed the soft blue haze that mellowed the landscape among the + English hills. Every feature was sharp and the colors were vivid; ocher, + green, and silver gleaming with light. Distant bluffs stood out with sharp + distinctness. She thought the new country was like its inhabitants; they + were marked by a certain primitive vigor and their character was clearly + defined. Neither the land nor the people had been tamed by cultivation + yet. One missed the delicate half-tones on the prairie, but one heard and + thrilled to the ringing note of endeavor. + </p> + <p> + When she looked west the land was empty to the horizon, and a flock of big + sand-hill cranes planed down the wind. An animal she thought was an + antelope moved swiftly through the waves of rippling grass. When she + turned east she saw a plume of black smoke roll across the sky and the + tops of three elevators above the edge of the plain. It was a portent, a + warning of momentous change, in which she and her husband must play their + part. What that part would be she could not tell, but the curtain was + going up, and on the whole she approved the stage and scenery. + </p> + <p> + Helen had been some time in Canada and did not feel daunted. The sunshine + and boisterous winds were bracing; one felt optimistic on the high plains, + and the wide outlook gave a sense of freedom. She had many duties, but did + not find them burdensome, or feel the strain of domestic labor she had + been warned about. For one thing, her money had enabled Festing to arrange + his household better than he had expected and hire useful help. + </p> + <p> + She took a rough trail through the bluff, picking her way among the holes + and rotting stumps, and as she rode out the horse plunged. After calming + the startled animal she saw a dirty handkerchief snapping in the wind at + the top of a stick. Close by a team cropped the grass and the end of a big + plow projected from the back of a wagon. There seemed to be nobody about, + but after riding on a few yards she saw a man lying among some bushes with + a pipe in his mouth. He looked half asleep, but got up as she advanced, + and she stopped her horse with a jerk and tried to preserve her calm. + Charnock stood looking at her with a half-embarrassed smile. + </p> + <p> + “Bob!” she exclaimed. “I didn't think I'd ever meet you.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope it wasn't a shock, and we were bound to meet sooner or later. The + distance between our homesteads isn't great.” + </p> + <p> + Helen had heard where his homestead was. Indeed, Festing had told her that + if he had known Charnock was coming to Donaldson's farm, he would have + located farther off. She would sooner have avoided the meeting, but since + it had happened, she must not cut it too short. + </p> + <p> + “But what is the handkerchief for?” she asked. “And why were you lying + there?” + </p> + <p> + “It's a signal of distress. Another trail crosses the rise a mile off, and + I was waiting in the hope that somebody might come along.” + </p> + <p> + Helen now noted that a wheel of the wagon leaned to one side, and he + remarked her glance. + </p> + <p> + “The patent bush has got loose in the hub,” he resumed. “I took the pin + out and then saw I might have trouble if the wheel came off. It has been + threatening to play this trick for some time.” + </p> + <p> + “Then why didn't you put the bush right before you started?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know. I expect you think it's typical.” + </p> + <p> + Helen laughed. Bob was taking the proper line, and she studied him with + curiosity. He looked older than she thought, but remembering Festing's + hints, she did not see the mark of dissipation she had expected. Indeed, + Charnock, having spent a sober month or two under Sadie's strict + supervision, looked very well. His face was brown, his eyes twinkled, and + his figure was athletic. He did not seem to need her pity, but she felt + compassionate. After all, she had loved him and he had married a girl from + a bar. + </p> + <p> + “But where were you taking the plow?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + “To the smith's; one of the free preemptors has a forge some distance off, + and if I'm lucky, I may find him at home.” + </p> + <p> + “You won't find him at home if you stop here.” + </p> + <p> + “That's obvious,” said Charnock. “Still, you see, the plow's too heavy for + me to lift out. Unless I do get it out, I can't try to put the wheel + right.” + </p> + <p> + “Then why not take it to pieces?” + </p> + <p> + “The trouble is you need a bent spanner to get at some of the bolts.” + </p> + <p> + “They give you spanners with the plows, and there's a box on the frame to + put them in. I've seen Stephen use the things.” + </p> + <p> + “Just so,” Charnock agreed. “Stephen's methodical, but when I want my + spanner it isn't in the box.” + </p> + <p> + “You never were very careful,” Helen remarked. + </p> + <p> + “I don't know if there's much comfort in feeling that I've paid for my + neglect.” + </p> + <p> + Helen smiled; she was not going to be sentimental. “If you mean that you + lost the spanner, you don't seem to have suffered much. I think you were + asleep when I rode up. But I was surprised to hear you had begun to farm + again. Do you like it? And how are you getting on?” + </p> + <p> + “I like a number of things better, but that's not allowed to make much + difference. Sadie has decided that farming is good for me. However, I am + making some progress, though as you know my temperament, I'll admit that + I'm being firmly helped along.” + </p> + <p> + There was silence for a few moments and Helen pondered. Bob had generally + been tactful and she thought his humor was rather brave. He, no doubt, + imagined she would soon learn all about his affairs and meant to make the + best of things. + </p> + <p> + In the meantime, Charnock quietly studied her. She looked very fresh and + prettier than he thought. Although she had not ridden much in England, he + noted the grace and confidence with which she managed the spirited range + horse. For all that, he was rather surprised by his sensations. He had + expected to feel some embarrassment and sentimental tenderness when they + met, but she left him cold; his pulse had not quickened a beat. Still it + would be good for Sadie to know Helen, who could teach her much, and she + unconsciously gave him a lead. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” she said, “I must get home. I shall, no doubt, see you now and + then.” + </p> + <p> + “Not often, if you leave it to accident,” he replied with a smile. “If you + like to arrange the thing, there's a nice point of etiquette. You occupied + your homestead before we came to ours, but you see we were on the prairie + first. Anyhow, I'd be glad if you will let me bring Sadie over.” + </p> + <p> + Helen thought he was going too far. She did not want to arrange for a + meeting and would sooner not receive his wife. After all, the girl had + supplanted her. Still she was curious and could not refuse. + </p> + <p> + “I'm often busy and daresay Mrs. Charnock is, while Stephen does not stop + work until late. However, if you like to take your chance——” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you,” said Charnock; “we'll take the risk of finding you not at + home. Now perhaps it wouldn't be much trouble if you told Jasper I'm in + difficulties. You'll see his place when you cross the ravine near the + bluff.” + </p> + <p> + Helen rode away, but when she saw Jasper's farm it was a mile off the + trail and she had to cross a broken sandy belt. For all that, she smiled + as she made the round. It was typical of Bob to send her. He might have + tethered his horses and walked the distance, but he had a talent for + leaving to somebody else the things he ought to do. + </p> + <p> + After supper she sat on the veranda, while Festing leaned against the + rails. The house was built of ship-lap boards, with a roof of cedar + shingles, and wooden pillars supporting the projecting eaves. It had been + improved and made comfortable with Helen's money, and with the land about + it, registered as belonging to her. Festing had insisted on this, rather + against her will, because she had meant to make it a gift to him. The + wind, as usual at sunset, had dropped, and clear green sky, touched with + dull red on the horizon, overhung the plain. The air was cold and bracing; + sound carried far, and the musical chime of cowbells came from a distant + bluff. There were not many cattle in the neighborhood, but the Government + was trying to encourage stock-raising and had begun to build creameries. + </p> + <p> + Helen meditatively studied her husband. Festing had been plowing since + sunrise and looked tired. Something had gone wrong with his gasoline + tractor, and she knew he had spent two or three hours finding out the + fault. This had annoyed him, because time was valuable and he was + impatient of delay. Helen approved his industry and the stubborn + perseverance that led to his overcoming many obstacles, but sometimes + thought he took things too hard and exaggerated their importance. Now as + he leaned against the balustrade he had the physical grace of a + well-trained athlete, but she thought his look was fretful and his mind + too much occupied. + </p> + <p> + “I met Bob by the long bluff as I rode home,” she said. + </p> + <p> + Festing looked up sharply. “Well, I suppose you were bound to meet him + before long. What was he doing at the bluff?” + </p> + <p> + “Waiting for somebody to help him with his wagon,” Helen answered with a + laugh. “A wheel was coming off.” + </p> + <p> + “That was like Bob. He has a rooted objection to helping himself when it + means an effort.” + </p> + <p> + “For all that, you were a friend of his.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm not his friend now. I've done with the fellow.” + </p> + <p> + “It's rather awkward,” Helen remarked thoughtfully. “He asked if he might + bring his wife over, and although I wasn't very gracious, I could not + refuse.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, well, it doesn't matter. As I won't have a minute until the sowing is + finished, I'll be out when he comes. If he stayed with his work just now, + it would be better for him.” + </p> + <p> + Helen was silent for a moment. Stephen was made of much finer stuff than + Bob, but he had not the latter's graceful humor and his curtness jarred. + </p> + <p> + “There's no reason you should resume your friendship if you don't like,” + she said. “All the same, I think you ought to be polite to my guests.” + </p> + <p> + “I can't pretend. The house is yours, but I don't want the fellow here.” + </p> + <p> + “But why do you dislike him so much?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't think you need ask me that. It's dangerous ground, but you see——” + </p> + <p> + “I have forgiven him,” Helen answered, smiling. “Indeed, if I hadn't done + so long since, it would be easy to forgive him now. At first, I did feel + dreadfully humiliated, but I soon saw what he had saved me from. And, of + course, if he had kept his promise, I could not have married you.” + </p> + <p> + Festing looked at her with surprise. In spite of her refinement, Helen + would now and then talk calmly about matters he shrank from mentioning. + But after the lead she had given him he could be frank. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” he said, “I haven't forgiven him yet; I couldn't pretend + friendship with anybody who had slighted you. Besides, when I found out + how he had cheated me it was the worst moment of my life. I thought you + would never speak to me again because, through the fellow's treachery, it + was I who hurt you.” + </p> + <p> + “You're very nice, Stephen,” Helen replied, coloring. “But that's all + finished. Don't you like Bob's wife? I really don't want to meet her, but + one mustn't be a coward.” + </p> + <p> + “You couldn't be a coward. Sadie has her virtues and is certainly much too + good for Bob, but I don't want her here for all that. Frankly, she's not + your sort, and she's meddlesome. I'm not afraid she'll make you + discontented, but I can't have a girl like that telling you how your house + ought to be run. Although you're a beginner, you manage very well, and I'd + object to improvements on somebody else's plan.” + </p> + <p> + Helen smiled. “When you talk like that, you're charming; but we'll say no + more about it. You look tired. Are you sure you are not working too hard? + The last time Jasper came he seemed surprised when he saw the ground you + had broken. I imagined he thought you were trying to do too much.” + </p> + <p> + As she spoke she glanced at the wide belt of plowing that broke the + delicate green and silver of the grass. In the foreground, the rows of + clods shone with an oily gleam in the fading light. Farther off, the rows + converged and melted into a sweep of purple-brown that narrowed as it + crossed a distant rise. There were two other belts; one where white + grasses broke through the harrow-torn sod, and another flat and smooth + where the land-packer had rolled in the seed. All told of strenuous effort + in which sweating men and horses had been aided by tractor machines. + </p> + <p> + “Jasper's conservative and I feel I ought to do as much as I can,” Festing + replied. “When you bought the place you rather put me on my mettle.” + </p> + <p> + Helen gave him a sharp glance. “I note that you spoke of it as my house + when you ought to have said ours. I don't like that, Stephen.” + </p> + <p> + “It is yours. I let you buy it because it's value must go up and the + money's safe. I'm glad, of course, that you have comforts I couldn't have + given you, but it's my business to support my wife, and I've got to + increase my capital. I want to give you things you like, bought with money + I have earned.” + </p> + <p> + “You really want to feel independent of me,” Helen suggested with a smile. + “I suppose it's an honest ambition, but isn't the distinction you try to + make ridiculous?” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps, in a way,” Festing agreed. “All the same, your help makes it my + duty to do my best. I don't want to feel I might be forced to fall back on + your dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “You are ridiculous, Stephen,” Helen rejoined. “However, let's talk about + something else.” + </p> + <p> + The talked good-humoredly until the dew and growing cold drove them in. + Next morning Helen got up while the sun rose from behind a bluff on the + edge of the plain, but when she went out on the veranda she saw the + gasoline tractor and gang-plow lurch across the rise. This indicated that + Festing had been at work for some time, and she looked thoughtful as she + went back into the house. + </p> + <p> + Stephen was doing too much, and she wondered whether he could keep it up. + Things, however, might be easier when the crop was sown, and if not she + must insist upon his hiring extra help. She liked to see him keen about + his work, but for the last few weeks he had scarcely had a minute to talk + to her, and she could not allow him to wear himself out. After all, her + money gave her some power, and there was no reason she should not use the + power for her husband's benefit. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0014" id="link2HCH0014"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIV + </h2> + <h3> + SADIE FINDS A FRIEND + </h3> + <p> + The sun shone hot on the rippling grass, but it was cool on the shady + veranda where Helen sat in a basket chair. A newspaper lay close by and + the loose leaves fluttered now and then, but she did not notice that it + was in some danger of blowing away. She had been occupied since early + morning, but was not quite asleep, for she was vaguely conscious of a + rhythmic drumming. By and by she raised her head with a jerk and glanced + at the watch on her wrist. It was three o'clock and she had been dozing + for an hour. Then the drumming fixed her attention and she saw a rig lurch + along the uneven trail. The horses were trotting fast and there were two + people in the light wagon. + </p> + <p> + Helen saw that one was Charnock. The other, who held the reins, was, no + doubt, his wife, and Helen was sorry that Festing was at work beyond the + rise. She would have liked him to be there when she received her visitors, + but did not think it prudent to send for him. The rig was near the house + now, and as she got up her dress moved the newspaper, which was caught by + a draught and blew down the stairs and across the grass. It flapped in the + fresh wind and fell near the horses' feet. + </p> + <p> + This was too much for the range-bred animals to stand, and they reared and + plunged, and then began to back away from the fluttering white object. + Charnock jumped out and ran towards their heads, but Sadie raised her whip + with a gesture of command. + </p> + <p> + “Don't butt in, Bob; I'm going to take them past.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock stood back obediently, though his alert pose hinted that he was + ready to run forward if he were needed, and Helen studied his companion. + </p> + <p> + Sadie, dressed in black and white, with a black feather in her white hat, + was braced back on the driving seat, with one hand on the reins while she + used the whip. There was a patch of bright color in her face, her eyes + flashed, and the rigidity of her figure gave her an air of savage + resolution. She looked a handsome virago as she battled with the powerful + horses, which plunged and kicked while the wagon rocked among the ruts. + Helen watched the struggle with somewhat mixed feelings. This was the girl + for whom Bob had given her up! + </p> + <p> + After an exciting minute or two Sadie forced the horses to pass the + fluttering paper, and then pulled them up. + </p> + <p> + “Where's Stephen?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + Helen said he was harrowing on the other side of the rise, and Sadie, + getting down, signed to Charnock. + </p> + <p> + “Put the team in the stable, and then go and look for Festing. Don't come + back too soon.” + </p> + <p> + Then she came towards the house and Helen felt half-annoyed and + half-amused. Stephen did not like to be disturbed when he was busy, and + she knew what he thought of Bob. Moreover, she wondered with some + curiosity what Mrs. Charnock had to say to her. Sadie sat down and waited + until she recovered breath. + </p> + <p> + “You know who I am,” she remarked presently. “Bob can drive all right, but + he's too easy with the team. I don't see why I should get down before I + want because the horses are scared by a paper.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps it was better to make them go on, but they nearly upset you,” + Helen agreed with a smile. + </p> + <p> + Sadie gave her a steady, criticizing glance, but her naïve curiosity + softened her rudeness. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I wanted to see you. Looks as if Bob was a fool, in one way, but I + guess I can see him through what he's up against on the prairie better + than you.” + </p> + <p> + Helen had been prejudiced against Mrs. Charnock, but her blunt sincerity + was disarming. Besides, she had expected something different; a hint of + defiance, or suspicious antagonism. + </p> + <p> + “It's very possible,” she said. “Everything is strange here. I feel rather + lost sometimes and have much to learn.” + </p> + <p> + Sadie studied her closely, and after pondering for a few moments resumed: + “When I was driving over I didn't know how I was going to take you; in + fact, I've been bothering about it for some time. I thought you might be + dangerous.” + </p> + <p> + “You thought I might be dangerous!” Helen exclaimed with rising color. + “Surely you understand—” + </p> + <p> + “Now you wait a bit and let me finish! Well, I might have come now and + then, found out what I could, and given you a hint or two, until we saw + how things were going to be. But that's not my way, and I reckon it's not + yours. Very well. We have got to have a talk and put the thing over. To + begin with, I somehow feel I can trust you, and needn't be disturbed.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I'm afraid you are rash,” Helen rejoined with a resentment that was + softened by a touch of humor. “You can't form a reliable opinion, because + you don't know me.” + </p> + <p> + “That's so, but I know Bob.” + </p> + <p> + Helen laughed. She ought to be angry, for Mrs. Charnock was taking an + extraordinary line. But perhaps it was the best line, because it would + clear the ground. She said nothing and Sadie went on: + </p> + <p> + “How do you like it here?” + </p> + <p> + “Very much. I like the open country and the fresh air. Then I think I like + the people, and one has so much to do that there is not time to feel + moody. It's bracing to find every minute occupied by something useful.” + </p> + <p> + “If you feel that way about it, you'll make good. And you've got a fine + man for your husband. When Festing first came to the bridge I didn't know + if I'd take him or Bob. In fact, I thought about it for quite a time.” + </p> + <p> + Helen's eyes sparkled. Mrs. Charnock was going too far, but she controlled + her resentment. + </p> + <p> + “After all, were you not taking something for granted?” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Sadie thoughtfully, “if I'd tried hard, I might have got + Steve then, but I don't know if I'd have been any happier with him. He'd + have gone his own way and taken me along; a good way, perhaps, but it + wouldn't have been mine. Bob's different; sometimes he has to be hustled + and sometimes led, but you get fond of a man you must take care of. Then + everybody likes Bob, and he kind of grows on you. I don't know how it is, + but you can't get mad with him.” + </p> + <p> + Helen thought there was something humiliating to Bob in his wife's + patience, but she was moved. Mrs. Charnock loved her husband, though she + knew his faults. Then Sadie resumed in a harder voice: + </p> + <p> + “Anyhow, he's mine and I know how to keep what belongs to me.” + </p> + <p> + “I imagine you will keep him. I have no wish to take him away.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, that's why I came. I wanted to see you, and now I'm satisfied. Bob + needs a friend like your husband and he puts Steve pretty high. If you can + see your way to let us drive over now and then evenings——” + </p> + <p> + Helen pondered this. Stephen might object, but he was not unreasonable, + and his society would certainly be good for Bob. She was not altogether + pleased by the thought of the Charnocks' visits, but Sadie's resolve to + help her husband had touched her. Then there was something flattering in + the hint that she and Stephen could take a part in his reformation. + </p> + <p> + “Very well,” she said. “I hope you will come when you like. It will do + Stephen no harm to get a rest instead of hurrying back to work after + supper.” + </p> + <p> + Sadie looked grateful. “We'll certainly come. I've talked to you as I'd + have talked to nobody else, but you know Bob most as well as I do. But + perhaps there's enough said. Won't you show me the house?” + </p> + <p> + Helen realized that she had made an alliance with Mrs. Charnock for Bob's + protection, and was conscious of a virtuous thrill. The work she had + undertaken was good, but she remembered with faint uneasiness that she had + pledged her husband to it without his consent. She showed Sadie the house, + and while there was much the latter admired, she made, from her larger + knowledge of the plains, a number of suggestions that Helen thought + useful. By and by Bob returned with Festing for supper, and stopped for + another hour. When he and Sadie had gone Festing frowned as he glanced at + his watch. + </p> + <p> + “It's too late to finish the job I wanted to do tonight,” he said, and + indicated the dark figures of a man and horses silhouetted against the + sunset on the crest of the rise. “There's Jules coming home. He couldn't + get on without me.” + </p> + <p> + Helen pretended not to notice his annoyance. “After all, you're not often + disturbed, and a little relaxation is good. I've no doubt you had an + amusing talk with Bob.” + </p> + <p> + “Bob bored me badly, though we didn't talk much. I was driving the + disc-harrows and he lay in the grass. I had to stop for a few minutes + every time I reached the turning and listen to his remarks.” + </p> + <p> + “And you feel you deserve some sympathy?” Helen said with a laugh. “Well, + I suppose it was an infliction to be forced to talk.” + </p> + <p> + Festing's annoyance vanished. “I mustn't make too much of it. I really + don't object to talking when I've finished my work.” + </p> + <p> + “When do you finish your work, Stephen?” + </p> + <p> + “That's a fair shot! In summer, I stop when it's too dark to see. The + annoying thing wasn't so much the stopping as Bob's attitude. He lay there + with his pipe, looking as if nothing would persuade him to work, and his + smile hinted that he thought delaying me an excellent joke. I believe I + was polite, but certainly hope he won't come back.” + </p> + <p> + Helen thought it was not the proper time to tell him about the invitation + she had given Sadie, and she said, “Idleness seems to jar you.” + </p> + <p> + “It does. I dislike the man who demands the best to eat and drink and + won't use his brain or muscle if he can help. In this country, the thing's + immoral; the fellow's obviously a cheat. We live by our labor, raising + grain and cattle—” + </p> + <p> + “But what about the people in the towns?” + </p> + <p> + “A number of them handle our products and supply us with tools. Of course, + there are speculators and real-estate boomsters who gamble with our + earnings, but their job is not as easy as it looks. They run big risks and + bear some strain. Still, if it was left to me, I'd make them plow.” + </p> + <p> + Helen laughed. “You're rather drastic, Stephen; but if one takes the long + view, I dare say you are right.” + </p> + <p> + “Then let's take the narrowest view we can. When a farmer who hasn't much + money loafs about the poolroom and lies on his back, smoking, it's plain + that he's taking advantage of somebody else. Perhaps the thing's shabbiest + when he puts his responsibilities on his wife. That's what Bob does.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm afraid he does,” Helen admitted, and mused, while Festing lighted his + pipe. + </p> + <p> + Stephen was not a prig and she recognized the justice of his arguments, + but he was rather hard and his views were too clear-cut. He saw that a + thing was good or bad, but could not see that faults and virtues sometimes + merged and there was good in one and bad in the other. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” she said, “I like Mrs. Charnock, and she is certainly energetic + and practical. She went over the house and suggested some improvements. + For example, you are building a windmill pump for the cattle, and it + wouldn't cost very much to bring a pipe to the house. A tap is a great + convenience and would save Jules' time filling up the tank.” + </p> + <p> + “It will need a long pipe and cost more than Sadie thinks, but I'll have + it done. However, I wish I had thought of it and she hadn't made the + suggestion. I don't want Sadie interfering with our house.” + </p> + <p> + “But you don't dislike Mrs. Charnock.” + </p> + <p> + “Not in a way; but I don't know that I want to see her here. Sadie has a + number of good points, but she's rather fond of managing other folks' + affairs. Then she's not your kind.” + </p> + <p> + On the whole, Helen was not displeased. Mrs. Charnock's bold statements + that she could have got Stephen if she had wanted had jarred, but it + looked as if she had made an empty boast. + </p> + <p> + “I thought you were a democrat,” she remarked, smiling. + </p> + <p> + “So I am, in general; but when it's a matter of choosing my wife's + friends, I'm an exclusive aristocrat. That's the worst of having theories; + they don't apply all round.” + </p> + <p> + Helen thought his utilitarian dislike of idleness was open to this + objection, but it was not the time to urge Bob's cause. She would wait for + another opportunity, when Stephen had not been delayed, and she made him a + humorous curtsey. + </p> + <p> + “Sometimes you're rather bearish, and sometimes you're very nice,” she + said, and went into the house. + </p> + <p> + The Charnocks returned a week later and came again at regular intervals, + while Helen rode over to their house now and then. Festing refused to + accompany her and sometimes grumbled, but on the whole tolerated + Charnock's visits so long as they did not delay his work. Nothing must be + allowed to interfere with that, for he was uneasily conscious that he had + set himself too big a task. His dislike to using his wife's money had + spurred him on, and he had sown a very large crop at a heavy expense for + labor, horses, and machines. Now he must spare no effort to get his money + back, and much depended on the weather. Indeed, he was beginning to feel + the strain of the unrelaxing exertion and care about details, and this + sometimes reacted upon his temper. Still he must hold out until the crop + was reaped, after which he could go easy during the winter months. + </p> + <p> + One hot afternoon, he lay under a mower in a sloo where the melted snow + had run in spring and the wild grass now grew tall. It made good hay and + the fierce sun had dried it well, so that he had only to cut and haul it + home; but something had gone wrong with the machine, and after taking out + the broken knife he dismantled the driving gear. When he crawled out, with + a greasy cogwheel in his hand, he was soaked with perspiration and his + overalls were stained by oil. The mosquitoes, that did not as a rule + venture out in the strong wind and sun, had bitten him badly while he lay + in the grass. + </p> + <p> + “You had better wait for ten minutes and take a smoke,” said Charnock, who + had come up quietly and sat in the shade of the partly-loaded wagon. + “You'll get on faster when you have cooled down.” + </p> + <p> + “You believe in waiting, don't you?” Festing rejoined. + </p> + <p> + Charnock laughed. “I feel justified in going slow just now. Sadie has + given me a day off, and when she doesn't think I ought to work it + certainly isn't necessary. It saves you some bother if you can leave that + sort of thing to your wife.” + </p> + <p> + “Pshaw!” said Festing. “You make me tired.” + </p> + <p> + He picked up the broken knife and looked at Charnock. Bob was bantering + him, exaggerating his slackness. As a matter of fact, the fellow was not + so lazy as he pretended; Sadie was beginning to wake him up. Stephen did + not know if he had forgiven him or not, but they had gradually dropped + back into something like their old relations. + </p> + <p> + “You might take off the broken blades,” he resumed. “You'll find new ones + in the box. They ought to be riveted, but if you use the short bolts and + file down the nuts, I dare say they'll run through the guides.” + </p> + <p> + Then he crawled back under the machine and did not come out until he head + a rattle of wheels. Wilkinson, whom he knew and disliked, stopped his team + close by and began to talk to Charnock. This annoyed Festing, because he + was nearly ready to replace the knife. + </p> + <p> + “I called at your place and found you were out,” Wilkinson remarked. “They + told me where you had gone, and when I saw Festing's wagon I reckoned you + might have gone with him. You come here pretty often, don't you?” + </p> + <p> + “Steve's patient,” Charnock replied with a twinkle. “I'm not sure he + enjoys my visits, but he puts up with them.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I want you to drive over to-morrow evening. A man you know from + Winnipeg is coming to see me about a deal in Brandon building lots. The + thing looks good and ought to turn out a snap.” + </p> + <p> + “The trouble is I haven't much money to invest,” Charnock answered, and + Festing thought he was hesitating. It looked as if Wilkinson had not seen + him yet, for he was standing behind the machine. + </p> + <p> + “I understand you have a bigger interest in the farm than you had in the + hotel and something might be arranged. Anyhow, come over and hear what our + friend has to say.” + </p> + <p> + “You'll be a fool if you go, Bob,” Festing interposed. + </p> + <p> + “I don't know that this is your business,” Wilkinson rejoined. “I haven't + suggested that you should join us.” + </p> + <p> + “You know I wouldn't join you. I had one deal with you, and that's enough. + No doubt you remember selling me the brown horse.” + </p> + <p> + “You tried the horse before you bought him.” + </p> + <p> + “I did. He was quiet then, but I've since suspected that he was doped. + Anyhow, he nearly killed my hired man.” + </p> + <p> + Wilkinson laughed. “You had your trial and backed your judgment. Know more + about machines than horses, don't you?” + </p> + <p> + “I didn't know the man I dealt with then. You warranted the brute + good-tempered and easy to drive. I'll give you five dollars if you'll take + him out of the stable and harness him now.” + </p> + <p> + “I haven't time,” said Wilkinson. “Didn't charge you high and guess you've + got to pay for learning your business. The trouble is you're too sure + about yourself and reckoned you'd make a splash at farming without much + trouble. Anyhow, I don't want to sell Charnock a horse; he's a better + judge than you.” + </p> + <p> + “He's not much judge of building lots. If your friend has got a safe snap, + why do you want to let Charnock in?” + </p> + <p> + Wilkinson began to look impatient. “I came over to talk to Charnock, and + if he likes the deal it's not your affair.” + </p> + <p> + “It is my affair if you stop him when he's helping me,” Festing rejoined. + “If he's a fool, he'll talk to you some other time; if he's wise, he + won't. Just now I'd sooner you drove off my farm.” + </p> + <p> + Wilkinson gave him a curious look. “Very well. I reckon the place is + yours; or your wife's.” Then he turned to Charnock. “Are you coming over, + Bob?” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Charnock, irresolutely, “I don't think I will.” + </p> + <p> + He lighted his pipe when Wilkinson started his team, and presently + remarked: “On the whole, I'm glad you headed him off, because I might have + gone. You mean well, Stephen, but that man doesn't like you, and I've + sometimes thought he doesn't like Sadie.” + </p> + <p> + “It doesn't matter if he likes me or not,” said Festing. “Let's get on + with the mower.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0015" id="link2HCH0015"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XV + </h2> + <h3> + THE CHEQUE + </h3> + <p> + The North-west breeze was fresher than usual when, one afternoon, Helen + rode through a belt of sand-hills on her way to the Charnock farm. Clouds + of dust blew about the horse's feet, and now and then fine grit whistled + past her head. She had her back to the boisterous wind, but she urged the + horse until they got behind a grove of scrub poplars. Then she rolled up + her veil and wiped her face before she looked about. + </p> + <p> + Round, dark clouds rolled across the sky, as they had done since spring, + but for nearly a month none had broken. A low ridge, streaked by flying + shadows, ran across the foreground, and waves of dust rose and fell about + its crest. Sandy belts are common on parts of the prairie, and when they + fringe cultivated land are something of a danger in a dry season, because + the loose sand travels far before the wind. + </p> + <p> + Beyond the sand-hills, the level grass was getting white and dry, and in + the distance the figures of a man and horses stood out against a moving + cloud of dust. Helen supposed he was summer-fallowing, but did not + understand the dust, because when she last passed the spot the soil looked + dark and firm. She remembered that Festing had been anxious about the + weather. + </p> + <p> + Riding on, she saw the roof of the Charnock homestead above a straggling + bluff, and her thoughts centered on its occupants. Strange as the thing + was, she had come to think of Sadie as her friend. Her loyalty and her + patience with her husband commanded respect, and now it looked as if they + would be rewarded. Bob was taking an interest in his farm and had worked + with steady industry for the last month or two. Helen thought she deserved + some credit for this; she had had a part in Bob's reformation and had made + Stephen help. + </p> + <p> + Sadie trusted her, and no suspicion or jealousy marked their relations. + Indeed, Helen wondered why she had at one time been drawn to Bob. Were she + free to do so, she would certainly not marry him now. Still she had loved + him, and this gave her thoughts about him a vague, sentimental gentleness. + It was a comfort to feel that she had done something to turn his wandering + feet into the right path. + </p> + <p> + When she reached the homestead she found Sadie looking disturbed. Her face + was hard, but her eyes were red, and Helen suspected that she had been + crying. It was obvious that something serious had happened, because + Sadie's pluck seldom broke down. + </p> + <p> + “I'm glad you came,” the latter said. “I'm surely in trouble.” + </p> + <p> + Helen asked what the trouble was, and Sadie told her in jerky sentences. + Charnock had started for the railroad early that morning, and after he + left she discovered that he had written a cheque, payable to Wilkinson. + </p> + <p> + “It's not so much the money, but to feel he has cheated me and broken + loose when I thought he was cured,” she concluded. “He has been going + steady, but now that brute has got hold of him he'll hang around the + settlement, tanking and betting, for a week or two. Then he'll be slack + and moody and leave the farm alone, and I'll have to begin the job again.” + </p> + <p> + Sadie paused, with tears in her eyes, and then pulled herself together. + “Pshaw!” she said, “I'm a silly fool. Before you came I thought I'd quit + and let Bob go his own way; but I'm not beaten yet. If Wilkinson wants + him, there's going to be some fight. Now, I want you to ride over with me + to the fellow's place.” + </p> + <p> + Helen felt sympathetic. Sadie's resentment was justified, and she looked + rather refined when angry. Her stiff pose lent her a touch of dignity; her + heightened color and the sparkle in her eyes gave her face the charm of + animation. Moreover, her want of reserve no longer jarred. Reserve is not + very common on the plains. + </p> + <p> + “But you must tell me something about it first,” Helen replied. “How did + you find out he had written the cheque?” + </p> + <p> + “I suspected something after he'd gone and looked for his cheque-book. + He'd torn out a form, but hadn't filled up the tab. Bob's silly when he's + cunning and didn't think about his blotter. The top sheet was nearly clean + and I read what he'd written, in a looking-glass.” + </p> + <p> + “Why did he give Wilkinson the money?” + </p> + <p> + “I guess it's to speculate in wheat or building-lots, and Bob will + certainly lose it all; but that's not what makes me mad. After all, it's + his money; he's been saving it since he steadied down. I can manage Bob if + he's left alone, and thought I'd cut out the friends he shouldn't have. + Wilkinson was the only danger left, but he's a blamed tough proposition.” + </p> + <p> + Helen knew Festing disliked the man, but she felt puzzled. “The sum is not + very large,” she said. “I don't quite see why Wilkinson thought it worth + while——” + </p> + <p> + “It shows he's pinched for money, and there's some hope in that. Then he + doesn't like me, and I imagine he has a pick on your husband. Stephen + froze him off one day when he was getting after Bob. Anyhow, I mean to get + the money back.” + </p> + <p> + “But can you? It is Bob's cheque.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm going to try. The bank deals with <i>me</i>,” Sadie answered. “But + come along; I hear the hired man bringing the rig.” + </p> + <p> + When they got into the vehicle, Helen remarked that Sadie had brought a + flexible riding whip. Since the quirt was useless for driving, Helen + wondered what she meant to do with it. The trail they took ran through the + grass, a sinuous riband of hard-beaten soil that flashed where it caught + the light. It was seamed by ruts and fringed by wild barley but in places + the grass had spread across it, leaving gaps, into which the horses' legs + and the wheel sank. The smell of wild peppermint rose from among the + crackling stalks as the team brushed through. Now and then a prairie-hen + got up, and small animals, like English squirrels, squatted by the trail + until the wheels were nearly upon them, and then dived into holes. + </p> + <p> + “The gophers are surely plentiful,” Sadie remarked. “Don't know that I've + seen so many around before, and that's going to be bad for the grain. + They're generally worst when the crop is poor.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you think the crop will be poor?” + </p> + <p> + Sadie glanced at the sky, which was a dazzling blue, flooded with light, + except where the scattered clouds drove by. + </p> + <p> + “We didn't get the June rains, and the frost-damp has gone down pretty + deep. Then we have had very few thunder-storms, and the sand is blowing + bad. It makes trouble in parts of Manitoba, but the scrub trees in our + sand-hills generally hold it up. What does Steve think?” + </p> + <p> + “He hasn't told me. Sometimes he looks anxious, but he doesn't talk about + it much.” + </p> + <p> + “That's Steve's way. I don't know if it's a good way. He sees when he's up + against a hard thing and makes his own plans. Now I want to know my + husband's troubles. You feel better when you can talk.” + </p> + <p> + Helen agreed with Sadie; she often wished Stephen would talk to her about + his anxieties. He wanted to save her and had confidence in himself, but + she felt that he left her out too much. + </p> + <p> + “How does the sand damage the wheat?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + “Cuts the stalk. Takes time, of course, but the sharp grit puts down the + grain like a binder knife, if it blows through the field long enough. + However, I'm not worrying much about that; there are worse things than the + sand and drought. We're fools and make our real troubles; that's what's + the matter with us.” + </p> + <p> + Helen smiled. Sadie was amusing when philosophized, but Helen thought her + views were sound. She had chosen a stern country, but its stinging cold + and boisterous winds were invigorating, and with pluck one could overcome + its material obstacles. It was human weaknesses that made for unhappiness. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” she said, “we must hope the rain will come; but hadn't we better + go by the long bluff? The new man has put a fence across the other trail.” + </p> + <p> + Sadie left the trail, and as they crossed a hollow the tall grass rustled + about the horses' legs. It had lost its verdure; the red lilies and banks + of yellow flowers had withered on their parched stalks. When they reached + the level the grass was only a few inches high and the wide plain rolled + back in the strong light, shining pale-yellow and gray. It was only when + the shadows passed that one could see streaks and patches of faded green. + In the distance a cluster of roofs broke the bare expanse, and Helen knew + they marked the Wilkinson ranch. A horse and buggy approached it, looking + very small, and she glanced at Sadie, who said nothing, although her face + was stern. By and by the latter stopped her team in front of the homestead + and fastened the reins to a post. + </p> + <p> + “Now,” she said, “you sit on the veranda and wait for me. It was + Wilkinson's rig we saw, and I'll find him in.” + </p> + <p> + Wilkinson looked up from the table at which he was writing when Sadie + entered the room. He was, on the whole, a handsome man, but was rather + fat, and his black eyes were unusually close together. This perhaps + accounted for the obliquity of his glance, which, some believed, conveyed + a useful hint about his character. He was neatly dressed in light, summer + clothes, although the farmers generally wore brown overalls. As he got up + his look indicated that he was trying to hide his annoyance. + </p> + <p> + “This is something of a surprise, Mrs. Charnock,” he said politely. + “However, if there's anything I can do—” + </p> + <p> + “You can sit down again in the meantime,” Sadie replied, and occupied a + chair opposite, with the quirt on her knee. “To begin with, if you're + writing to your Winnipeg friend, you had better wait a bit.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm not writing to Winnipeg; but don't see what this has to do with your + visit.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you haven't sent off Bob's cheque yet! I mean to get it back.” + </p> + <p> + Wilkinson saw that he had made a rash admission. Mrs. Charnock was + cleverer than he thought. + </p> + <p> + “If Bob wants it back, why didn't he come himself?” + </p> + <p> + “He doesn't know I have come,” Sadie answered calmly. + </p> + <p> + Wilkinson studied her and did not like her look. Her face was hard, her + color higher than usual, and her eyes sparkled ominously. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” he said, “you told me you would pay no more of your husband's + debts, but this is not a debt. Besides, the money must be Bob's, since he + gave me the cheque.” + </p> + <p> + “Why did he give it you?” + </p> + <p> + The question was awkward, because Wilkinson did not want to state that he + had persuaded Bob to join him in a speculation. This was the best + construction that could be put upon the matter, and he did not think it + would satisfy Mrs. Charnock. + </p> + <p> + “Why does a man give another a cheque?” he rejoined, with a look of + good-humor that he did not feel. + </p> + <p> + “The best reason I know of is—for value received. But this doesn't + apply. You allowed it wasn't a debt, so Bob has got no value.” + </p> + <p> + “One sometimes pays for value one expects to get.” + </p> + <p> + Sadie laughed scornfully. “If that's what Bob has done, he'll get badly + stung. There's nothing coming to him from a deal with you. I guess you + don't claim he made you a present of the money?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't,” said Wilkinson, with a frown, for he thought he saw where she + was leading him. + </p> + <p> + “Very well. One pays for something one has got or is going to get, and as + we can rule out both reasons, the cheque is bad. In fact, it's not worth + keeping. Better give it me back.” + </p> + <p> + “Your argument looks all right, Mrs. Charnock, but you don't start from + sure ground. How do you know there's nothing coming to your husband?” + </p> + <p> + “I know you,” Sadie rejoined. “Anyhow, the cheque is certainly bad. + They'll turn it down if you take it to the bank.” + </p> + <p> + Wilkinson made an abrupt movement. “You can't stop your husband's cheque. + You don't mean he hasn't the dollars to meet it?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't,” said Sadie, with an angry flush. “Bob is honest. The money's + there, but if you think the bank will pay when I tell them not, go and + see. The manager knows me and he knows you.” + </p> + <p> + Wilkinson saw that he was beaten, but tried to hide his anger. “Well, it + looks as if Bob was lucky. He has a wife who will take care of him, and I + reckon he needs something of the kind. However, here's the cheque; I want + a receipt.” + </p> + <p> + Sadie wrote the receipt and he noted that her hand shook. As she got up he + glanced at the quirt. + </p> + <p> + “Did you ride over? I thought I heard a rig.” + </p> + <p> + “I drove,” said Sadie. “Looks as I needn't have brought the quirt. Well, + I'm glad you agreed about the cheque being bad. I meant to get it anyhow.” + </p> + <p> + Wilkinson gave her a curious look, but said nothing and she went out. + </p> + <p> + “I've saved Bob's money,” she told Helen as she started the team. + “Wilkinson saw my arguments and didn't kick as much as I expected, but he + certainly doesn't like me any better. I think he'll make trouble if he + can.” + </p> + <p> + “That seems unlikely,” Helen remarked. “I imagine that as you have beaten + him he'll be glad to let the matter drop. No doubt he wanted the money and + was vexed because he had to give it up, but I hardly think he'll try to + revenge himself on you. Men don't do these things.” + </p> + <p> + “My husband and yours don't, but Wilkinson is different,” Sadie answered. + </p> + <p> + Charnock had not returned when she reached the farm, and after Helen left + she sat on the veranda, feeling disturbed. Bob had told her he was going + to the railroad to bring out some goods, but he could have got back two or + three hours earlier. Then Wilkinson no doubt knew where he had gone. A + small settlement, with two new hotels, had sprung up round the station, + and as the place was easily reached by the construction gangs there was + now and then some drunkenness and gambling. For all that, Sadie did not + mean to anticipate trouble, and set about some household work that her + drive had delayed. It got dark before she finished, but Bob did not come, + and she went outside again. + </p> + <p> + The night was clear and refreshingly cold after the scorching day. The + wind had dropped, everything was very quiet, and she could see for some + distance across the plain. The hollows were picked out by belts of darker + shadow, and the scattered bluffs made dim gray blurs, but nothing moved on + the waste, and she did not hear the beat of hoofs she listened for. + </p> + <p> + For a time she sat still, lost in gloomy thought. Bob's relapse had been a + bitter disappointment, because she had begun to hope that the danger of + his resuming his former habits was past. He had stuck to his work, which + seemed to absorb his interest, and had looked content. There was ground + for believing that with a little judicious encouragement he might make a + good farmer, and Sadie did not grudge the patient effort necessary to keep + him in the proper path. Now he had left it again and might wander far + before she could lead him back. + </p> + <p> + For all that, she did not mean to give up. She had fought hard for Bob and + was resolved to win, while there was a ray of comfort. The woman she had + at first thought a danger was her best friend, and she felt for Helen + Festing a grateful admiration that sometimes moved her deeply. Helen had + many advantages that she could not have combated had they been used + against her: grace, polish, and a knowledge of the world in which Bob had + lived. But Helen was on her side. Sadie's admiration was perhaps + warranted, but she undervalued her own patience and courage. + </p> + <p> + At length she got drowsy and forgot her troubles. She did not think she + really went to sleep, but after a time she got up with a start. A beat of + hoofs and rattle of wheels had roused her, and she saw a rig coming + towards the house. For a minute or two she stood shivering and trying to + brace herself. If Bob was driving, things might be better than she + thought; but when the horses stopped another man got down. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps you'd better rouse out your hired man, Mrs. Charnock,” he said + awkwardly. “I've got your husband here, but it's going to take two of us + to bring him in.” + </p> + <p> + Sadie brought a lamp and, with her mouth firmly set, looked into the rig. + Bob lay upon some sacks in an ungainly attitude, and the jolting had not + broken his heavy sleep. It was some time since he had come home like this, + and Sadie felt dejected and tired. Then with an effort she went to waken + the hired man. + </p> + <p> + They carried Charnock in, and when she had given the driver some money she + sat down and indulged her passionate indignation. Wilkinson had sent the + rig, but had not been prompted by kindness when he told the man to drive + Bob back; it was his revenge for his defeat. He had found Bob, made him + drunk, when there was nothing to be gained by doing so, and sent him home + like this. The fellow was poison-mean, but she thought him rash. He had + struck her a cruel blow, but she did not mean to sit still and nurse the + wound. She must strike back with all the force she could use and make him + sorry he had provoked her to fight. Then, putting off her half-formed + plans until next day, she went to bed. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0016" id="link2HCH0016"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVI + </h2> + <h3> + A COUNTER-STROKE + </h3> + <p> + When Sadie got up next morning she ordered the buggy to be brought round, + and then went to look at Charnock. He was asleep, of which she was rather + glad, because there was something to be said and she was highly strung. + She could not trust her temper yet and might go too far. Bob was generally + docile, particularly when repentant; but it was possible to drive him into + an obstinate mood when nothing could be done with him. She was angry, but + her anger was mainly directed against Wilkinson. + </p> + <p> + After breakfast she drove off across the plain. It was about eight + o'clock, but the sun was hot. The breeze was not so fresh as usual, and a + bank of dark clouds rolled up above the prairie's edge. They looked solid + and their rounded masses shone an oily black, and she wondered whether + they promised one of the thunder-storms that often broke upon the plains + on summer afternoons. She would have welcomed the savage downpour, even if + it had spoiled her clothes. + </p> + <p> + Sadie was getting anxious about the crop. Its failure would mean a serious + loss, and she hated to see labor and money wasted; but this was not all. + Knowing the risks the farmer ran on newly-broken land, she had not + adventured too much of her capital on the first year's harvest; but + success might encourage Bob, while failure would certainly daunt him. He + would work for an object he was likely to gain, but if disappointed, + regretted the exertions he had made, and refused, with humorous logic, to + be stirred to fresh effort. + </p> + <p> + “I'm not convinced that farming's my particular duty,” he once said. “When + I plow it's in the expectation of cashing the elevator warrants for the + grain. If I'm not to reap the crop, it seems to me that working fourteen + hours a day is a waste of time that might be agreeably employed in + shooting or riding about.” + </p> + <p> + Sadie urged that one got nothing worth having without a struggle. Bob + rejoined: “If you get the thing you aim at, the struggle's justified; if + you don't you think of what you've missed while you were uselessly + employed. Of course, if you like a struggle, you have the satisfaction of + following your bent; but hustling is a habit that has no charm for me.” + </p> + <p> + Sadie reflected that the last remark was true. Bob never hustled; his talk + and movements were marked by a languid grace that sometimes pleased and + sometimes irritated her. It was difficult to make him angry, and she was + often silenced by his whimsical arguments when she knew she was right. But + he was her husband, and she meant to baulk the man who hoped to profit by + his carelessness. + </p> + <p> + Then she urged the horse. It was a long drive to the settlement where she + had kept the hotel, and she had not been there for some time. The goods + she and her neighbors bought came from the new settlement on the railroad, + which was not far off; but she had an object in visiting the other. It was + noon when she reached the hotel and sat down to dinner in the familiar + room. She did not know if she was pleased or disappointed to find the meal + served as well as before, but her thoughts were not cheerful while she + ate. She remembered her ambitions and her resolve to leave the dreary + plains and make her mark in Toronto or Montreal. Now her dreams had + vanished and she must grapple with dull realities that jarred her worse + than they had done. + </p> + <p> + The dining-room was clean, but unattractive, with its varnished board + walls, bare floor, and wire-mesh filling the skeleton door, which a spring + banged to before the mosquitoes could get in. There were no curtains or + ventilator-fans, the room was very hot, and the glaring sunshine + emphasized its ugliness. Then it was full of flies that fell upon boards + and tables from the poisonous papers, and a big gramophone made a + discordant noise. Sadie remembered Keller's pride in the machine and how + he had bought it, to amuse the boys, after hearing an electric organ in a + Montreal restaurant. Yet she knew her craving for society must be + gratified at such places as this; a rare visit to the settlement was the + only change from monotonous toil. + </p> + <p> + When she offered her meal-ticket at the desk the clerk shook his head. + </p> + <p> + “You don't need to open your wallet in this house. The boss left word he'd + be glad to see you at the store.” + </p> + <p> + Sadie, who had meant to see the proprietor, complied, and found him and + his wife in the back office, where she and Bob had often sat. The woman + gave Sadie a friendly smile. + </p> + <p> + “I hope they served you well. When you're in town we want you to use the + house like it still belonged to you.” + </p> + <p> + Sadie made a suitable reply. She had charged a good price for the + business, but had stuck to the Keller traditions and made a straight deal. + Stock and furniture had been justly valued, and when the buyers examined + the accounts she had frankly told them which debts were doubtful and which + were probably bad. It was about these things they wished to talk to her, + and she meant to indulge them. + </p> + <p> + “How's trade?” she asked, to give them a lead. + </p> + <p> + “In one way, it's good,” replied the man. “We're selling out as fast as we + can get the truck; but there's a point I want your views about. The cheque + I gave you wiped off most all the capital I had, wholesalers put up their + prices if you make them wait, and a number of the boys have a bad habit of + letting their bills run on. Now, if you can give me some advice——.” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly,” said Sadie, who thought the woman looked anxious. “Suppose + you read out the names and what they owe?” + </p> + <p> + The man opened a ledger, and she told him what she knew about his + customers; whom he could trust and whom he had better refuse further + credit. Then she looked thoughtful when he said: “Wilkinson, of the range—” + </p> + <p> + “He didn't deal with us.” + </p> + <p> + “But you know everybody round here and can tell me if he's likely to make + good,” the man urged. + </p> + <p> + “How much does he owe you?” Sadie asked. + </p> + <p> + The man named a rather large sum and she pretended to consider. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” she replied, “the boys have probably told you that Wilkinson's not + a friend of mine, and since that's so I'm not going to say much about his + character.” + </p> + <p> + “It's not his character we're curious about. Do you know how he's fixed?” + </p> + <p> + Sadie was silent for a few moments. The others were young and newly + married and had admitted that the purchase of the business had strained + their resources. It was plain that a large bad debt might involve them in + difficulties. Wilkinson had forced her to fight, and she meant to show him + no mercy, but she must say nothing that could afterwards be brought up + against her. + </p> + <p> + “Character counts for as much as dollars,” she remarked. “That was my + father's motto, and he was never afraid to take steep chances by backing + an honest man. Although he had debts on his books for three or four years, + it was seldom a customer let him down. But he cut out a crook as soon as + he suspected what the fellow was. However, you want to know how Wilkinson + stands? Well, it's a sure thing he finds dollars tight.” + </p> + <p> + “Anyhow, a man can't disown his debts in this country.” + </p> + <p> + “That's so; but if he's a farmer, the homestead laws stop your seizing his + house and land and part of his stock, unless he has mortgaged them to you. + If somebody else holds a mortgage, you generally get stung.” + </p> + <p> + “The trouble is that if you're too hard on a customer, he tells his + friends, and the opposition gets his trade and theirs.” + </p> + <p> + “Sure,” said Sadie, “Keller's let the opposition have that kind of trade. + A crook's friends are generally like himself, and there's not much profit + in selling goods to folk who don't mean to pay.” + </p> + <p> + “Has Wilkinson given a mortgage?” the man asked. + </p> + <p> + “If he had, it's got to be registered. You can find out at the record + office, and I guess it would pay you to go and see.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I hear he's just sold a good bunch of horses. That means he'll have + some money for a while.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you had better take your bills over and get them paid before the + money's gone,” Sadie answered in a meaning tone. + </p> + <p> + “If you had the store, would you risk his being able to pay all right and + afterwards dropping you?” + </p> + <p> + “I certainly would,” said Sadie. “I'd harness my team and start for the + range right now.” + </p> + <p> + The woman looked at her husband. “That's my notion, Tom; you'd better go,” + she said, and turned to Sadie. “It would hit us hard if Wilkinson's bill + got much longer and he let us down.” + </p> + <p> + Sadie left them and went to a new store farther up the street, after which + she called on an implement dealer who occasionally speculated in real + estate and mortgages, and one or two others. She knew them all, and they + knew that on business matters her judgment was sound. It was plain that + they were suspicious about Wilkinson, but, so far, undecided what to do. + They had doubts, but hesitated to admit that they had been rash, and + shrank from using means that might cost them a customer. Sadie gave one + information she had gathered from another, and added hints of what she + herself knew. The tact she used prevented their guessing that she had an + object, and she did little more than bring their own suspicions to a head; + but she was satisfied when she returned to the hotel. + </p> + <p> + When the horse had rested she drove out of the settlement. For some + distance a wire fence ran along the dusty, graded road, but it ended at a + hollow, seamed by deep ruts that united on the other side, where a trail + emerged. Then for a mile or two, she passed new scattered homesteads with + their windmills and wooden barns, until these dropped behind and she drove + across the empty wilderness. No rain had fallen, the sky was getting clear + and green, and a vivid crimson sunset burned on the edge of the grass. The + air was now cool, and although she was anxious about the weather, Sadie + felt more cheerful than when she had come. + </p> + <p> + She had no scruples about what she had done. For one thing, she had kept + to the truth when she might have made her hints more damaging by a little + exaggeration. Her antagonist had struck her a treacherous blow; he was + dangerous, and must be downed. Then she smiled with grim humor as she + admitted that she had perhaps done enough for a time. Wilkinson's + creditors were on his track; it would be amusing to watch them play her + game. + </p> + <p> + It was dark when she reached the farm and found Charnock waiting on the + veranda. He looked dull but not embarrassed, and there was nothing to + indicate that he had been disturbed by her absence. Sadie did not tell him + where she had been and did not talk much. She had found out that it was + better not to make things too easy for Bob. + </p> + <p> + “I suppose you have a headache; you deserve it,” she said. “I'm tired and + don't want to hear your excuses now.” + </p> + <p> + “I really haven't begun to make excuses,” Charnock answered. + </p> + <p> + “Then don't begin. It's late, and you have got to start for the bluff at + sun-up and haul those fence-posts home. The job has been hanging on too + long and must be finished to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + “It will be finished before dinner,” Charnock replied. “As a matter of + fact, I brought in most of the posts to-day.” + </p> + <p> + Sadie's look softened, but she did not mean to be gracious yet. + </p> + <p> + “I reckoned you'd be loafing round the house and finding fault,” she said + and left him. + </p> + <p> + When she had gone Charnock smiled. Sadie would, no doubt, come round + to-morrow, and it was lucky she knew nothing about the cheque he had given + Wilkinson; but he wondered where she had been. Now he came to think of it, + Wilkinson had said nothing abut the cheque when they met at the railroad + settlement; but after all there was perhaps no reason he should do so. + </p> + <p> + About seven o'clock one evening a fortnight later, Festing threw down the + cant-pole he had been using to move a big birch log, and lighting his + pipe, stopped and looked about. A shallow creek flowed through a ravine at + the edge of the tall wheat, and below the spot where he stood its channel + was spanned by the stringers of an unfinished bridge. The creek had shrunk + to a thread of water, but Festing, who had been wading about its bed, was + wet and splashed with mire. Moreover he had torn his threadbare overalls + and his hot face was smeared where he had rubbed off the mosquitoes with + dirty hands. + </p> + <p> + The evening was hot, he felt tired and moody, and his depression was not + relieved when he glanced at the wheat. There was no wind now, but the + breeze had been fresh, and the ears of grain that were beginning to emerge + from their sheaths dropped in a sickly manner. The stalks had a ragged + look and fine sand lay among the roots. The crop was damaged, particularly + along its exposed edge, although it might recover if there was rain. + Festing, studying the sky, saw no hope of this. The soft blue to the east + and the luminous green it melted into, with the harsh red glare of the + sinking sun, threatened dry and boisterous weather. Unless a change came + soon, the wheat would be spoiled. + </p> + <p> + It was obvious that he had sown too large a crop, and the work this + implied had overtaxed his strength. He had felt the strain for some time, + and now things were going against him it got worse. Hope might have braced + him, but the thought of failure was depressing. For all that, there were + economies he must practise at the cost of extra labor, and bridging the + creek would lessen the cost of transport and enable him to sell one of his + teams. He was late for supper, but wanted to finish part of the work + before he went home. + </p> + <p> + By and by he saw Helen stop at the edge of the ravine. Her face was hot, + as if she had been walking fast, and she looked vexed. + </p> + <p> + “You have kept us waiting half an hour and don't seem ready yet,” she + said. + </p> + <p> + “I'm not ready,” Festing replied, and stopped abruptly. “Very sorry; I + forgot all about it,” he resumed. + </p> + <p> + Helen made a gesture of annoyance. She had invited some of their neighbors + to supper and had spent the day preparing the feast. Things, however, had + gone wrong; the stove had got too hot and spoiled her choicest dishes. + </p> + <p> + “You forgot!” she exclaimed. “It really isn't often I trouble you with + guests.” + </p> + <p> + “That's lucky, because I haven't much time for entertaining people. I'm + overworked just now.” + </p> + <p> + Helen hesitated because she was afraid she might say too much. She admired + his persevering industry, but had begun to feel that he was slipping away + from her and devoting himself to his farm. Sometimes she indulged an angry + jealousy, and then tried to persuade herself it was illogical. + </p> + <p> + “Then why give yourself another task by building the bridge?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + “I tried to explain that. I can get the thing done with less trouble when + the creek is nearly dry, and if we had to use the ford when hauling out + the grain, it would mean starting with a light load or keeping a team of + horses there. When I've built the bridge and graded back the road we can + take the full number of bags across, and that makes for economy. It looks + as if I'll have to be severely economical soon.” + </p> + <p> + Helen colored. She thought he did not mean to vex her, but he had ventured + on dangerous ground. + </p> + <p> + “You know that what is mine is yours,” she said. + </p> + <p> + “In a way, it is, but I put all my capital into the stock and crop, and + must try to get it back. I can't ask my wife for money if I loaf about and + lose my own.” + </p> + <p> + “You don't loaf,” Helen rejoined. “But if you lose your crop from causes + you can't prevent happening, there is no reason you shouldn't accept my + help.” + </p> + <p> + “I know you're generous and would give me all you had but—” + </p> + <p> + Helen shook her head. “You don't see the matter in the right way yet; but + we'll let it go. Get your jacket and come back at once.” + </p> + <p> + “Must I come?” Festing asked irresolutely. + </p> + <p> + “Isn't it obvious?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't think so. Can't you tell the folks I'd forgotten and started + something I must finish?” + </p> + <p> + “I can't,” said Helen sharply. “It hurts to know you had forgotten. The + farm is lonely and I haven't many friends; but I can't tell outsiders how + little that matters to you.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm sorry,” Festing answered with some embarrassment. “Still I think + you're exaggerating; nobody would look at it like that. Our neighbors know + one has to stay with one's work.” + </p> + <p> + “Bob finds time to go about with his wife.” + </p> + <p> + “He does,” said Festing dryly. “Driving about is easier than farming, and + Bob has no scruples about living on his wife's money. I expect that was + his object when he married her. There's another thing I forgot; he's + coming to-night.” + </p> + <p> + “He and Sadie have been at the house some time.” + </p> + <p> + Festing made a sign of resignation. “I could stand the others better. They + know what we may have to face, but nothing bothers Bob, and it's hard to + play up to his confounded cheerfulness when you're not in the mood. Then I + suppose I've got to put on different clothes?” + </p> + <p> + Helen forced a smile. When they first came to the homestead, Stephen had + changed his clothes for supper and afterwards devoted himself to her + amusement, sometimes playing chess, and sometimes listening while she + sang. Then, as the days got longer, he had gradually grown careless, + contenting himself with changing his jacket and half an hour's talk, until + at length he sat down to the meal in dusty overalls and hurried off + afterwards. Helen had tried to make excuses for him, but felt hurt all the + same. Stephen was getting slovenly and neglecting her. + </p> + <p> + “It's plain that you must take off those muddy overalls,” she said. + </p> + <p> + They went back, and supper was delayed while Festing changed. He forced + himself to be polite when he joined his guests, but it cost him something, + and the dishes Helen had carefully prepared were spoiled. On the whole, he + felt grateful to Sadie and Bob, who kept the others in good-humor and + relieved him from the necessity of leading the talk; but he was glad when + they left. + </p> + <p> + When the rigs melted into the shadowy plain he stood on the veranda and + yawned. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” he remarked, “that's over, and it will be some time before they + need come back. I hope none of them will think they have to ask us out in + return.” + </p> + <p> + “You gave them a very plain hint,” Helen said bitterly. + </p> + <p> + Festing did not answer and went into the house. He felt he had not been + tactful, but he was very tired, and if he ventured an explanation might + make things worse. Besides, he must get up at four o'clock next morning. + </p> + <p> + Helen sat still for some time, looking out on the prairie. She was + beginning to feel daunted by its loneliness. Except for Sadie Charnock, + visitors seldom came to the farm. Her neighbors lived at some distance, + but she had hoped to plan a round of small reunions that would break the + monotony. Stephen, however, had shown her that she could expect no help + from him, and had actually forgotten her first party. She felt wounded; it + was hard to think that so long as he had work to do she must resign + herself to being left alone. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0017" id="link2HCH0017"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVII + </h2> + <h3> + FESTING USES FORCE + </h3> + <p> + A week or so after the supper party Festing started for the settlement + with some pieces of a binder in his wagon. He had bought the machine + second-hand, and meant to replace certain worn parts before harvest began, + although he doubted if this was worth while. The drought was ripening the + grain prematurely and some of it was spoiled, but he must try to save as + much as possible. Reaching the edge of the wheat, he stopped the team + irresolutely, half tempted to turn back, because it seemed unlikely that + the old binder need be used. + </p> + <p> + The wind had fallen; the mosquitoes were about and bit his face and neck. + Everything was strangely quiet, it was very hot, and masses of leaden + cloud darkened the horizon. Festing, however, had given up hoping for + rain, which would not make much difference if it came now. + </p> + <p> + The front of the wide belt of grain was ragged and bitten into hollows by + the driving sand. The torn stalks drooped and slanted away from the wind, + while others that had fallen lay about their roots. Farther in, the damage + was less, but the ears were half-filled and shriveled. The field was + parti-colored, for the dull, dark green had changed to a dingy, sapless + hue, and the riper patches had a sickly yellow tinge instead of a coppery + gleam. + </p> + <p> + Festing's face hardened. If he thrashed out half the number of bushels he + had expected, he would be lucky. He had staked all he had on the chances + of the weather and had lost. It was his first failure and came as a rude + shock to his self-confidence. He felt shaken and disgusted with himself, + for it looked as if he had been a rash fool. Still, if rain came now, he + might save enough to obviate the necessity of using Helen's money. She + would give him all he asked for, but this was a matter about which he felt + strongly, and she knew his point of view. + </p> + <p> + Driving on, he met the mail-carrier, who gave him a letter. It was from + Kerr, his former chief on the railroad, who had been moved to a new + section on the Pacific Slope. He told Festing about certain difficulties + they had encountered, and the latter felt a curious interest. Indeed, he + looked back with a touch of regret to the strenuous days he had spent at + the construction camps. The work was hard, but one was provided with the + material required and efficient tools. Then there was freedom from the + responsibility he felt now; one did one's best and the company took the + risk. + </p> + <p> + Festing's interest deepened when, at the end of the letter, Kerr told him + about a contract for which nobody seemed anxious to tender. It was a + difficult undertaking, but Kerr thought a bold, resourceful man could + carry it out with profit. He did not know if it would appeal to Festing, + although prairie farmers sometimes went to work with their teams on a new + track when their harvest was poor. Kerr ended with the hope that this was + not the case with Festing. + </p> + <p> + The latter sat still for a few minutes with his brows knit and then + started his team. It was too late to think of railroad contracts; he had + chosen his line and must stick to it, but his look was irresolute as he + drove on. + </p> + <p> + Some time after Festing reached the settlement, Wilkinson and three or + four others sat, smoking, in the poolroom. This supplied a useful hint + about their character, because supper would not be ready for an hour or + two, and industrious people were busily occupied. The room was hot, the + floor and green tables were sprinkled with poisoned flies, and the wooden + chairs were uncomfortably hard, but it was cooler than the sidewalk, and + the men lounged with their feet on the empty stove. + </p> + <p> + “Does anybody feel like another game?” one asked. + </p> + <p> + “No,” said the man he looked at. “I've lost three dollars, and that's all + I can spare. Can't spare it, for that matter, but it's gone. I'm going + broke if this weather lasts. + </p> + <p> + “That's nothing,” remarked another. “Some of us have been broke since we + came here; you get used to it. There'll be other folks in a tight place if + the rain doesn't come; but it won't make much difference to you, + Wilkinson. I guess the storekeepers have you fixed now.” + </p> + <p> + Wilkinson frowned. He knew the remark was prompted by malice because he + had won the money his companion had lost. The fellow, however, had not + exaggerated. His creditors had recently stopped supplies and made demands + with which he was unable to comply, and since they were obviously + consulting each other, it looked as if he would be sold up and forced to + leave the neighborhood. Somebody had put them on his track and he + suspected Mrs. Charnock. He meant to punish her if he could. + </p> + <p> + “I've certainly got to sell off a bunch of young horses sooner than I + meant; I expect you've seen the notices,” he said, and added with a sneer: + “They'd have made a much better price if I could have kept them until the + spring, and now's your chance if you have any dollars to invest. It's a + sure snap for anybody who'll help me hold them over.” + </p> + <p> + One of the men laughed ironically and another asked: “Why don't you try + Charnock? He used to be a partner of yours, and he's more money than the + rest of us.” + </p> + <p> + Wilkinson saw his opportunity. His companions were loafing gossips, and + those who were married would tell their wives. In a very short time the + rumor he meant to start would travel about the neighborhood, and there was + enough truth in it to make it dangerous and hard to deny. + </p> + <p> + “Charnock's deadbeat. He's as poor as you.” + </p> + <p> + “His wife has plenty dollars, anyhow.” + </p> + <p> + “That's so, but she's not going to give him any more,” Wilkinson rejoined. + “He married Sadie for her money, and now he hasn't sense enough to stick + to her.” + </p> + <p> + It was obvious that he had secured the others' attention, for they waited + eagerly, with their eyes fixed on him. The room was quiet, but a rig came + up the street and the rattle of wheels and harness drowned the sound of + steps outside. Nobody noticed that the door, which was not quite shut, + opened wider. + </p> + <p> + “What do you mean by that?” one asked. + </p> + <p> + “Bob's running after Mrs. Festing. Old sweetheart of his in England, + though he turned her down to marry Sadie. Now she's got hold of him again—tired + of Festing or has a pick on Mrs. Charnock, perhaps. Anyhow, Bob's round + the Festing place all the time, and I don't know that I blame him much. + Mrs. Festing's a looker and Sadie's a difficult woman to live with.” + </p> + <p> + “But what has Festing got to say?” + </p> + <p> + Wilkinson laughed. “Festing's a bit of a sucker and doesn't know. He's + scared about the big crop he has sown and thinks of nothing but the + weather and his farm, while Bob goes over when he's off at work. But I + guess there's trouble coming soon.” + </p> + <p> + “It's coming now,” said somebody, and Wilkinson's jaw fell slack, and he + sat with his mouth open as Festing strode into the room. + </p> + <p> + The latter had come to look for a smith, and hearing Wilkinson's voice as + he went up the steps, waited for a moment or two. He was too late, in one + sense, because the harm had been done, but he could not steal away. + Although the course he meant to take was not very logical, judgment would + be given against him if he did nothing. His sunburned face was rather + white and he stood very stiff, with muscles braced, looking down at + Wilkinson. + </p> + <p> + “Get up, you slanderous brute, and tell them it's a lie,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “I'll be shot if I will!” said Wilkinson, who got on his feet reluctantly. + “You know it's true.” + </p> + <p> + Then he flung up his arm, a second too late, for Festing struck him a + smashing blow and he staggered, with the blood running down his face. + </p> + <p> + He recovered in a moment, and seizing a billiard cue brought the thick end + down on Festing's head. Festing swayed, half-dazed, but grasped the cue, + and they struggled for its possession, until it broke in the middle, and + Wilkinson flung his end in the other's face. After this, for a minute or + two, the fight was close and confused, and both made the most of any + advantage that offered. + </p> + <p> + In Western Canada, personal combat is not hampered by rules. The main + thing is to disable one's antagonist as quickly as possible, and Festing + knew that Wilkinson would not be scrupulous. He must not be beaten, + particularly since his defeat would, to some extent, confirm the slander. + </p> + <p> + He grappled with Wilkinson as a precaution, because another cue stood + near, and with a tense effort threw him against the empty stove. The shock + was heavy enough to bring the stove-pipe down, and a cloud of soot fell + upon the struggling men, while the pipe rolled noisily across the floor. + Wilkinson, however, stuck to him, and they reeled up and down between the + wall and table, getting an arm loose now and then to strike a blow, and + scattering the chairs. Nobody interfered or cleared the ground, and by and + by Wilkinson caught his foot and fell down, bringing Festing with him. + After this, they fought upon the floor, rolling over among the chairs, + until their grip got slack. Both got up, breathing hard, and Festing + gasped: + </p> + <p> + “Tell them you're a liar. It's the last chance you'll get!” + </p> + <p> + Wilkinson did not answer, but struck him before he could guard, and the + fight went on again amidst a cloud of dust that rose from the dirty + boards. Then it ended suddenly, for Festing got his left arm free as he + forced his antagonist towards the open door. He struck with savage fury, + and Wilkinson, reeling backwards across the narrow veranda, plunged down + the stairs and fell into the street. He did not get up, and Festing leaned + against the wall and wiped his bleeding face. + </p> + <p> + “Pick up the hog and take him to the hotel,” he said, and tried to fill + his pipe with shaking hands while the rest went out. + </p> + <p> + Other people joined them in the street, and Festing, stealing away as a + crowd began to gather, went to the implement store, where he washed his + face and brushed his damaged clothes. There was a cut on his forehead and + his jacket was badly torn, while some of the soot that had fallen upon it + would not come off. After a rest and a smoke, however, he did not feel + much worse, and the dealer, going to the hotel, brought back news that + Wilkinson had driven home. + </p> + <p> + “I guess you have done all you could and can let the fellow go,” he said. + “My notion is he won't be in the neighborhood long.” + </p> + <p> + An hour later, Festing drove out of the settlement, with a strip of + sticking plaster on his forehead and his jacket clumsily mended. The sky + was now a curious leaden color, and the wild barley shone a livid white + against the dark riband of the trail; the air was very hot and there was + not a breath of wind. Festing noted that the horses were nervous and + trotted fast, although they had made a long journey. Now and then they + threw up their heads and snorted, and swerved violently when a gopher ran + across the trail or a prairie-hen got up. The flies seemed to have gone, + but the mosquitoes were out in clouds, and the hand with which he slapped + his face and neck was soon smeared with small red stains. He could not + hold the whip; but it was not needed, because the team rather required to + be checked than urged. + </p> + <p> + When the trail permitted he let them go, and swung, lost in gloomy + thoughts, with the jolting of the rig. The damaging part of Wilkinson's + statement was false, but since part was true the tale would spread and + some would believe the worst. It was impossible to doubt Helen, but he was + angry with her. She had let her ridiculous notion of reforming Bob carry + her away. Festing did not think Bob could be reformed, but it was Sadie's + business, not Helen's. Besides, he had objected to her encouraging the + fellow to hang about the homestead, and she had disregarded his warnings. + Now, the thing must be stopped, and it would be horribly disagreeable to + tell her why. She had been obstinate and rash, but after all she meant + well and would be badly hurt. He began to feel sorry for her, and his + angry thought's centered on Charnock. + </p> + <p> + It was, of course, ridiculous to imagine that Bob was seriously trying to + make love to Helen; he knew her character too well. All the same, the + fellow might amuse himself by mild indulgence in romantic sentiment. He + was a fool and a slacker, and had now humiliated Helen for the second + time. The longer Festing thought about it, the angrier he got, and when he + roused himself as the horses plunged down the side of a ravine he was + surprised to note how far he had gone. He had just time to tighten the + reins and guide the team across the open log bridge at the bottom, and as + they plodded up the other side saw that he had better get home as soon as + possible. + </p> + <p> + The drooping leaves of the birches in the hollow flittered ominously, and + when he reached the summit a bluff that stood out from the plain two or + three miles off suddenly vanished. It looked as if a curtain had been + drawn across the grass. The horses set off at a fast trot, and the rig + jolted furiously among the ruts. It would not be dark for an hour, but the + gray obscurity that had hidden the bluff was getting near. At its edge and + about a mile off a pond shone with a strange sickly gleam. + </p> + <p> + Then a dazzling flash fell from the cloud bank overhead and touched the + grass. A stunning crash of thunder rolled across the sky, and the team + plunged into a frantic gallop. Festing braced himself in a vain attempt to + hold them, for the trail was half covered with tall grass and broken by + badger holes. He was soon breathless and dazzled, for the lightning fell + in forked streaks that ran along the plain, and the trail blazed in front + of the horses' feet. Thunder is common in Canada, but it is on the high + central plains that the storms attain their greatest violence. + </p> + <p> + The team plunged on, and Festing, jolting to and fro, durst not lift his + eyes from the trail. The storm would probably not last long and might do + some good if it were followed by moderate rain. But he was not sure that + moderate rain would fall. By and by a few large drops beat upon his hat, + there was a roar in the distance, and a cool draught touched his face. It + died away, but the next puff was icy cold, and the roar got louder. He + looked up, for he knew what was coming, but there was not a bluff in sight + that would shield him from the wind. + </p> + <p> + Turning down his hat-brim against the increasing rain, he let the horses + go. He need not try to hold them; the storm would stop them soon. It broke + upon him with a scream and a shower of sand and withered grass. He + staggered as if he had got a blow, and then leaned forward to resist the + pressure. The horses swerved, and he had trouble to keep them on the + trail, but their speed slackened and they fell into a labored trot. For a + few minutes they struggled against the gale, and then the roar Festing had + heard behind the scream drowned the rumbling thunder. He threw up his arm + to guard his face as the terrible hail of the plains drove down the blast. + </p> + <p> + It fell in oblique lines of ragged lumps of ice, hammering upon the wagon + and bringing the horses to a stop. They began to plunge, turning half + round, while one pressed against the other, in an effort to escape the + savage buffeting. Festing let them have their way at the risk of upsetting + the rig, and presently they stopped with their backs to the wind. He let + the reins fall, and the hail beat upon his bowed head and shoulders like a + shower of stones. The horses stood limp and trembling, as powerless as + himself. + </p> + <p> + Their punishment did not last long. The hail got thinner and the lumps + smaller; the roar diminished and Festing heard it recede across the plain. + The wind was still savage, but it was falling, and the thunder sounded + farther off. There was a savage downpour of drenching rain, and when this + moderated he pulled himself together, and turning the horses, resumed his + journey. He was wet to the skin, his shoulders were sore, and his face and + hands were bruised and cut. Pieces of ice, some as large as hazelnuts, lay + about the wagon, and the wild barley lay flat beside the trail. Not a + blade of grass stood upright as far as he could see, and the ruts in which + the wheels churned were full of melting hail and water. + </p> + <p> + It was getting dark when his homestead rose out of the plain; a shadowy + group of buildings, marked by two or three twinkling lights. He was wet + and cold, but he stopped by the wheat and nerved himself to see what had + happened to the crop. He had not had much hope, but for all that got + something of a shock. There was no standing grain; the great field looked + as if it had been mown. Bruised stalks and torn blades lay flat in a + tattered, tangled mass, splashed with sticky mud. The rain that might have + saved him had come too late and was finishing the ruin the sand and hail + had made. + </p> + <p> + Then the downpour thickened and the light died out, and he drove to the + house. He could see in the morning if any remnant of the crop could be + cut, but there would not be enough to make much difference. Hope had gone, + and his face was stern when he called the hired man and got down stiffly + from the dripping rig. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0018" id="link2HCH0018"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVIII + </h2> + <h3> + HELEN MAKES A MISTAKE + </h3> + <p> + When Festing had changed his clothes he entered the small sitting-room + with an effort at cheerfulness. The room was unusually comfortable for a + prairie homestead. The floor was stained, rugs were spread on the polished + boards, and Helen had drawn the curtains, which harmonized in color with + the big easy chairs. There were books in well-made cases, and two or three + good pictures on the painted walls, while a tall brass lamp with a deep + shade threw down a soft light. Helen had put a meal on the table, and + Festing sat down with a feeling that was half uneasiness and half content. + </p> + <p> + While he ate he glanced at his wife. She wore a pretty and rather + fashionable dress that she kept for evenings. She looked fresh and + vigorous, although the summer had been hot and she worked hard; the + numerous petty difficulties she had to contend with had left no mark. Her + courage had always been evident, but she had shown a resolution that + Festing had not quite expected. He admired it, in a way, but it was + sometimes awkward when they took a different point of view. + </p> + <p> + There was a charm in coming back to a home like this when he was tired and + disappointed, but its taste and comfort were now disturbing. For one + thing, he had perhaps not made the best use of his privileges, and, for + another, Helen might have to be satisfied with a simpler mode of life. It + hurt him to think of this, because he had hoped to beautify the house + still further, so that she should miss nothing she had been used to in the + Old Country. It was obvious that she understood something of his + misfortune, for her look was sympathetic; but she let him finish his + supper before she began to talk. + </p> + <p> + “Your jacket is badly torn, Stephen,” she remarked when he lighted his + pipe. “And how did you cut your face?” + </p> + <p> + “The hail was pretty fierce.” + </p> + <p> + “It was terrible. We never had storms like that in England. I was + frightened when I thought of your being out on the prairie. But I don't + mean the small bruises. How did you cut your forehead?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, that!” said Festing awkwardly. “I did it when I fell over a stove at + the settlement. The pipe came down and I imagine the edge struck me.” + </p> + <p> + “You would have known if it hit you nor not.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, it might have been the top of the stove. The molding was sharp.” + </p> + <p> + “But how did you fall against the stove?” Helen persisted. + </p> + <p> + Festing did not want to tell her about the fight with Wilkinson. He had + resolved to say nothing about the matter until morning. + </p> + <p> + “I tripped. There was a chair in the way and it caught my foot.” + </p> + <p> + Helen did not look altogether satisfied, but let the matter go. + </p> + <p> + “Has the hail done much damage to the wheat?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Festing, with grim quietness. “I imagine it has done all the + damage that was possible. So far as I could see, the crop's wiped out.” + </p> + <p> + They were sitting near together, and Helen, leaning forward, put her hand + on his arm with a gesture of sympathy. + </p> + <p> + “Poor Stephen! I'm dreadfully sorry. It must have been a blow.” + </p> + <p> + Festing's hard look softened. “It was. When I stopped beside the wreck I + felt knocked out, but getting home braced me up. I begin to feel I might + have had a worse misfortune and mustn't exaggerate the importance of the + loss.” + </p> + <p> + Helen was silent for a few minutes, but she was sensible of a certain + relief. She was sorry for her husband, but there was some compensation, + since it looked as if a ray of light had dawned on him. Although she had + struggled against the feeling, she was jealous of the farm that had kept + him away from her. + </p> + <p> + “I think you sowed too large a crop, and you could not have gone on + working as you have done,” she said. “It would have worn you out.” + </p> + <p> + Festing put down his pipe and looked at her with surprise. “You don't seem + to understand that I'll have to work harder than before.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't understand,” said Helen, taking away her hand. “To begin with, + it's impossible; then I'd hoped the loss of money, serious as it is, would + have made you cautious and, in a sense, more content.” + </p> + <p> + “You hoped the loss of the money—!” Festing exclaimed. “Did you ever + know losing money make anybody content? The thing's absurd!” + </p> + <p> + Helen made a gesture of protest. “Stephen, dear, try to see what I mean. + You have been doing too much, running too big risks, and fixing all your + thought upon the farm. It has made you irritable and impatient, and the + strain is telling on your health. This could not go on long, and although + I'm truly sorry the wheat is spoiled, it's some relief to know you will be + forced to be less ambitious. Besides, it's foolish to be disturbed. + Neither of us is greedy, and we have enough. In fact, we have much that I + hardly think you value as you ought.” + </p> + <p> + “I haven't enough; that's the trouble.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh,” said Helen, “you know that all I have belongs to both.” + </p> + <p> + “It doesn't,” Festing answered in a stubborn tone. “You don't seem to + realize yet that I can't change my views about this matter. I've lost most + of my money, but that's no reason I should lose my wife's. Besides, since + you bought the farm, you haven't a large sum left.” He paused and + indicated the handsome rugs and furniture. “Then it costs a good deal to + live up to this kind of thing.” + </p> + <p> + “We can change that; I can manage with less help and be more economical. + There is much that we can go without. I wouldn't mind at all, Stephen, if + it would help you to take things easily.” + </p> + <p> + Festing colored. “No. I can't let you suffer for my rashness. It's my + business to give you all the comforts you need.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah,” said Helen, “I like you to think of me. But something's due to + pride. I wonder how much?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know,” said Festing, rather wearily. “I'm what I am and haven't + much time to improve myself. For that matter, I'll have less time now.” + </p> + <p> + “Then what do you mean to do?” + </p> + <p> + “Make the most of what I have left. I'd hoped to give you a change this + winter—take you to Montreal and go skating and tobogganing, but + that's done with. I believe I have money enough to begin again in a small + way and work up. It may take me two or three years to get back to where I + was, but somehow I will get back.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you are going on as before; concentrating all your mind upon the + farm, taking no rest, denying yourself every pleasure you might have had?” + </p> + <p> + “I'm afraid that's the only way. It's a pretty grim outlook, but I think I + can stand the strain.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I suppose I must try,” said Helen, very quietly. + </p> + <p> + She was silent afterwards, and Festing lit his pipe. Something stood + between them, and she felt that it was not less dangerous because their + motives were good. Had they differed from selfishness, agreement might + have been easier, but an estrangement that sprang from principle was hard + to overcome. She wanted to help her husband and keep him to herself; he + meant to save her hardship and carry out a task that was properly his. But + perhaps their motives were not so fine as they looked. Suppose there was + shabby jealousy on her side, and false pride on his? Well, Stephen was + tired and could not see things in the proper light, and it was some relief + when he got up and went out. Helen picked up a book, in the hope of + banishing her uneasy thoughts. + </p> + <p> + Next morning Festing came in for breakfast, feeling gloomy and + preoccupied. He had not slept much and got up early to examine the damaged + grain. It looked worse than he had thought and, for the most part, must be + burned off the ground. There were patches that might, with difficulty, be + cut, but he hardly imagined the stooks would pay for thrashing. Moreover, + he had bought and fed a number of expensive Percheron horses, which ought + to have been used for harvesting and hauling the grain to the railroad, + and had engaged men at lower wages than usual, on the understanding that + he kept them through the winter. Now there was nothing for both to do, + although their maintenance would cost as much as before. + </p> + <p> + He read Kerr's letter again. If he had not been married, it would have + given him a chance of overcoming his difficulties. A man and a team of + horses could do all that was required on the farm in winter, and he could + have taken the others to British Columbia. Kerr would arrange for free + transport, and, if he was lucky, he might earn enough on the railroad to + cover part of his loss. But this was impossible. He could not leave Helen. + </p> + <p> + Then there was the other matter. He had not yet told her what Wilkinson + had said, but she must be told, and Bob's visits must stop. The trouble + was that he had already vexed her by refusing her help, and this would not + make his delicate task easier. Besides, he was not in the mood to use much + tact. His nerves were raw; the shock he had got had left him savage and + physically tired. For all that, the thing could not be put off. + </p> + <p> + He said nothing until breakfast was over, and then, asking Helen to come + with him, went on to the veranda. The sun was hot, the sky clear, and thin + steam drifted across the drenched plain. Had the storm come without the + hail a few weeks sooner, it would have saved his crop; but now the + vivifying moisture seemed to mock him. It had come too late; the wheat had + gone. Struggling with a feeling of depression, he turned to his wife. + </p> + <p> + “There's something we must talk about; and I hope you'll be patient with + me if you get a jar.” + </p> + <p> + He leaned against the balustrade, nervously fingering his pipe, and Helen + sat down opposite. She felt curious and disturbed. + </p> + <p> + “Well?” she said. + </p> + <p> + “To begin with, I'll tell you what happened at the settlement yesterday. + You must remember that the statements are Wilkinson's.” + </p> + <p> + Helen's color rose, and when he stopped her face was flushed and her eyes + were very bright. + </p> + <p> + “Ah,” she said in a strained voice. “But what did you do?” + </p> + <p> + Festing smiled rather grimly. “I dragged the brute about the floor and + threw him into the street. I don't know that it was a logical denial of + the slander, but it was what the others expected and I had to indulge + them.” + </p> + <p> + “And that was how you cut your forehead?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Festing, and for a few moments Helen tried to regulate her + thoughts. + </p> + <p> + She felt shocked and disgusted, but did not mean to let her anger master + her, because there were matters that must be carefully weighed. Indeed, it + was something of a relief to dwell upon the first. To hear of Festing's + thrashing her traducer had given her a pleasant thrill, but all the same + she vaguely disapproved. He had not taken a dignified line and had really + made things worse. It was humiliating to feel that she had been the + subject of a vulgar poolroom brawl. + </p> + <p> + “Could you not have found a better way to silence him?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + “I could not. I was afraid you wouldn't like it, but you must try to + understand that I was forced to play up to local sentiment. English + notions of what is becoming don't hold good here; you can't stop a man + like Wilkinson with a supercilious look. If I'd let the thing go, the boys + would have thought his statements true, and the tale is bad enough to deal + with.” + </p> + <p> + Helen gave him a steady look, but her color was high and her face was + hard. + </p> + <p> + “But you know it isn't true!” + </p> + <p> + “Of course,” said Festing, with quiet scorn. “All that the brute + insinuated is absolutely false. Bob's a fool, but he knows you, and I'm + beginning to think he's a little in love with his wife.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah,” said Helen, “I knew you knew. But I felt I must hear you say so.” + </p> + <p> + Festing hesitated. One difficulty had vanished, but there was another, and + he hoped Helen would see his point of view. + </p> + <p> + “For all that, in a way, there was some truth in the story; enough, in + fact, to make it dangerous, and I think you have been rash. Bob has been + here too often, and you will remember I objected to his coming.” + </p> + <p> + “You did,” said Helen. “You were rather disagreeable about it; but you + objected because he liked to talk and kept you from your work.” + </p> + <p> + “He certainly talked. General conversation is all right in English country + houses where nobody had much to do, but casual chatterers who insist on + talking when you're busy are a disgusting nuisance in Canada. However, I + don't think that's worth arguing about.” + </p> + <p> + “It is not,” said Helen, with a smile. “Besides, I know your opinions + about that point. What do you wish me to do?” + </p> + <p> + “Warn Sadie to keep Bob at home. There's no reason she shouldn't visit + you, but you can't go there.” + </p> + <p> + The color returned to Helen's face and she got up. She looked stately with + her air of injured pride. + </p> + <p> + “Do you mean that I should rule my conduct to suit the ideas of the + drunken loafers at the settlement poolroom?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh!” said Festing impatiently, “try to be sensible! You have done a + foolish thing, but you needn't make it worse. The trouble is that those + loafers' opinions will be reflected all round the neighborhood. Wilkinson + won't say anything more; at least, he won't when I'm about; but I can't + keep on throwing out people who agree with him.” + </p> + <p> + “That is plain. If you were not so angry, the remark would be humorous.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm not angry,” Festing rejoined. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I am,” said Helen. “And I think I have some grounds. Must I let + those tipsy gossips dictate when I may see my friends?” + </p> + <p> + “Does it matter if you see them or not? You don't really care for Bob.” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Helen, trying to be calm. “In a way, I don't care for Bob; that + is, I'm glad I didn't marry him. But I don't see why I should stop him + coming here when Sadie wants to bring him. She's my friend, and she knows + it does Bob good. I'm too angry to flatter you, Stephen, but you have some + influence—” + </p> + <p> + Festing laughed. “All the influence I've got won't go far with Bob. I + don't say the fellow's vicious, but he's an extravagant slacker and a + fool, which is perhaps as bad. Anyhow, if he can be reformed at all, it's + Sadie's business, and I've no doubt she finds it an arduous job. There's + no use in an outsider meddling, and your anxiety for his improvement might + be misunderstood. In fact, it has been seriously misunderstood.” + </p> + <p> + “You seem to have made up your mind about the matter,” Helen remarked with + a curious look. + </p> + <p> + “I have. Perhaps the easiest way would be for you to give Sadie a hint.” + </p> + <p> + “Suppose I refuse?” + </p> + <p> + “Then I shall have to talk to Bob. After all, that might be better.” + </p> + <p> + Helen flushed, but her color faded and her face got white. “You are + willing to let this scurrilous gossip influence you as far as that? Do you + mean to forbid my friends coming to see me?” + </p> + <p> + “I won't have Bob hanging round my house. The wastrel has done you harm + enough.” + </p> + <p> + “You forget something,” Helen rejoined in a strained, cold voice. “The + house is mine.” + </p> + <p> + She knew her mistake as she saw the change in Festing's look, and weakly + turned her head. When she looked back it was too late. His hands were + clenched and his gaze was fixed. + </p> + <p> + “I—I didn't quite mean that,” she faltered. + </p> + <p> + “Anyhow, it's true,” said Festing quietly. “The farm is yours as well, and + I admit you have no grounds for being satisfied with the way I've managed + your property. You won't have much trouble in getting a better steward.” + </p> + <p> + Helen glanced at him, with a hint of fear. “But I don't want anybody else. + Do you mean to give up the farm?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes. As soon as I can arrange things for you I'm going to British + Columbia for a time. I've been offered a railroad contract, and as it's a + job I know something about, I mayn't fail at that.” + </p> + <p> + “And you will leave me alone to face this slander?” + </p> + <p> + “The remedy's in your hands. I'm powerless if you won't use it. I can't + forbid Bob coming here; you can.” + </p> + <p> + Helen hesitated. It was unfortunate that both were in an abnormal mood. + They had borne some strain, and the shock of the disaster to the crop had + left them with jangled nerves. This clouded Helen's judgment, but + reenforced her pride. She had meant well when she tried to help Sadie with + Bob, and could not give way to her husband's unreasonable prejudice. This + was a matter of principle. She could help Bob and must not be daunted by + vulgar gossip. + </p> + <p> + “No,” she said; “I can't break my promise to Sadie for the reasons you + give. You must do what you think best.” + </p> + <p> + Festing made a sign of acquiescence and went down the steps, while Helen + bit her lip. She wanted to call him back, but somehow could not. It might + be easier if he would look round, but he went on across the grass and his + step was resolute, although his head was bent. Then she got up, and going + to her room, sat down trembling. She had let her best chance go; Stephen's + resolve would stiffen, for when he had made a choice he was hard to move. + Besides, he had wounded her deeply. He did not seem to understand that if + he went away he would give people ground for thinking the slander true. He + ought to have seen this if he had thought about her. Perhaps he had seen + it and refused to let it influence him. Well, if he wanted a + reconciliation, he must make the first offer. + </p> + <p> + In the meantime, Festing went to look for the foreman, whom he could + trust. After some talk, the man agreed to manage the farm for the winter + on the terms Festing indicated. Then the latter asked if the other men + would go with him to the Pacific Slope, and finding them willing, went + back to his office and carefully studied his accounts. He was glad to + think that Helen had sufficient help and that the staid Scottish + housekeeper would take care of her. By and by he wrote a note and then + drove off to the settlement. He did not come back until next morning, but + his plans were made and he only waited a telegram from Kerr. Three or four + days later the telegram arrived. + </p> + <p> + “All fixed,” it ran. “Pass for transport mailed. Come along soon as + possible.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0019" id="link2HCH0019"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIX + </h2> + <h3> + SADIE SEES A WAY + </h3> + <p> + Soon after Festing started for British Columbia Sadie drove over to the + farm; because she had heard about the fight in the poolroom and suspected + why he had gone. At first she found it difficult to break down Helen's + reserve, but the latter could not resist her frank sympathy, and softening + by degrees, allowed herself to be led into confidential talk. Sadie waited + until she thought she understood the matter, and then remarked: + </p> + <p> + “So you stuck to your promise that you'd help me with Bob, although you + saw what it would cost? Well, I wouldn't be surprised if you hated us.” + </p> + <p> + “It wasn't altogether the promise,” Helen replied. “We were both highly + strung, and I thought Stephen hard and prejudiced; it seemed ridiculous + that he should care what the loafers said. But I don't hate you. The fault + was really mine, and I want a friend.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Sadie, “I feel I've got to help put this trouble right, if I + can.” She paused and asked with some hesitation: “Will Steve be away + long?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know,” Helen answered dejectedly. “He hinted that he might not + come until spring; I think he means to stop until he has earned enough to + make him independent. That's partly my fault—I said something rash. + If I hadn't had more money than him, it wouldn't have happened.” + </p> + <p> + Sadie smiled. “My having more money won't make trouble between me and Bob; + he doesn't mind how much I've got. But I suppose you want Steve back?” + </p> + <p> + “Of course! It's all I want, but the matter is not as simple as it looks. + I don't think he will come back as long as he's poor, and if he does, he + won't use my capital, and things will be as before. If he earns some + money, I should feel hurt because he was obstinate and wouldn't let me + help. That's why I don't know what to do. I wish I'd never had the money!” + </p> + <p> + Sadie thought Helen had some ground she had not mentioned yet for her + distress. Moreover, it looked as if she still felt she had a grievance + against Festing, and their clashing ideas about the money did not + altogether account for this. + </p> + <p> + “I guess you're keeping something back.” + </p> + <p> + Helen's reserve had broken down. She was half ashamed because she had lost + it, but she felt the need of sympathy, and Sadie could be trusted. + </p> + <p> + “He didn't see, or didn't mind, that his going away would bear out the + wicked story!” she exclaimed with sparkling eyes. “I feel that was the + worst.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know that it looks quite as bad as you think. It's a common thing + for a farmer who has lost his crop to go off and work on a new railroad, + particularly if he has teams the construction boss can use. Anyhow, I + guess the thing will come right, and I'll help if I can. But I want to see + my way before I move.” + </p> + <p> + Helen did not answer, and soon afterwards Sadie left the homestead. She + said nothing to Charnock about her visit, but started for the settlement + next morning and informed herself about what had happened at the poolroom + and what people thought. Then she drove home, and getting back at dusk, + sat down opposite Charnock, who lounged in a basket chair with a pipe in + his mouth. Her eyes twinkled with rather grim humor. + </p> + <p> + “You don't look as if anything bothered you,” she said. + </p> + <p> + “It's possible,” Charnock agreed. “I suppose I'm lucky because I have + nothing much to bother about.” + </p> + <p> + “You wouldn't bother about it, anyhow. You leave that kind of thing to + me.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock gave her a quick glance. She was not angry, which was something + of a relief, because Sadie was difficult when she let herself go. Besides, + he was not conscious of having done anything to vex her since he gave + Wilkinson the cheque. But she looked resolute. + </p> + <p> + “I've a good excuse,” he answered. “I've got a remarkably capable wife.” + </p> + <p> + “We'll cut out the compliments. I don't think you have seen any of the + boys from the settlement since Festing left.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock said he had not done so, and she gave him a thoughtful look. + </p> + <p> + “I suppose you can't remember when you last did something useful; + something that would help somebody else?” + </p> + <p> + “It's a painful confession, but I can't remember. Still I've some + experience of being helped along a way I didn't want to go, which leads me + to believe it's often kinder to leave folks alone.” + </p> + <p> + “Anyhow, you have done some harm.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm afraid that's true. I don't know that I meant to do much harm, but + it's generally easier than doing good. For example, I've given you some + trouble; but at the moment I can't think of a new offense.” + </p> + <p> + “You can quit joking and put down that newspaper. It looks as if you + didn't know why Festing left?” + </p> + <p> + Charnock said he could not guess, and got up abruptly when Sadie told him. + He kicked the newspaper out of his way and crossed the floor with angry + strides. His face was red when he stopped in front of his wife. + </p> + <p> + “You don't believe the lying tale!” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Sadie, calmly. “If I had believed it, I wouldn't have talked to + you like this.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you! Now we have cleared the ground, I'm certainly going to do + something. I'll begin by driving over to Wilkinson's to-morrow, and I'll + take a whip.” + </p> + <p> + “Festing 'tended to that matter before he left, and making another circus + won't help. Besides, Wilkinson has got to quit. You'll see notices about + his sale soon; I fixed that up.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock laughed. “You're a marvel, Sadie, but the brute deserves it. + Well, if I mustn't thrash him, what's your plan?” + </p> + <p> + “You'll go to British Columbia and bring Festing back.” + </p> + <p> + “I will, by George!” said Charnock. “We owe him and Helen much, and the + job is obviously mine—by joining Festing I give Wilkinson the lie. + You're clever, and I expect you saw this. Anyhow, I'll start; but + Festing's an obstinate fellow. Suppose he won't come back?” + </p> + <p> + “He mayn't at first. If so, you'll have to wait.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock turned away and walked about the floor while Sadie watched him, + pleased but curious. Bob was rather hard to move, but he was moved now. He + came back, and sitting down, looked at her thoughtfully. + </p> + <p> + “I imagine you are giving me a bigger job than you know. If Festing has + taken the railroad contract, he'll probably stop until he had carried it + out. Now I don't imagine I'd find it amusing to loaf about and watch him + work; for one thing, it's pretty cold in the ranges after the snow comes.” + </p> + <p> + “Well?” said Sadie. + </p> + <p> + Charnock leaned forward with an apologetic smile. “I'd like to take a + share in the contract and help him through; that is, of course, if he + won't come back at once. But there's a difficulty; I haven't the cash.” + </p> + <p> + “You want me to give you some?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes. I shouldn't feel much surprised if you refused. I've squandered your + money before, but this time I mean business. Can't you see that I have, so + to speak, got my chance at last?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't quite see. You have had many chances.” + </p> + <p> + “I have,” Charnock agreed; but there was a new note in his voice and a + look in his eyes that Sadie had not often seen. “I've been a fool, but + perhaps it doesn't follow that I'm incapable of change. However, let's be + practical. The crop is spoiled, we have no grain to haul in, and there'll + be nothing doing here while the snow is on the ground. Well, if Festing + can get some of his money back, why can't I? I've wasted yours long + enough, and now, if I can't bring him home, I'll stop with him until we + both make good.” + </p> + <p> + “You mean that, Bob?” + </p> + <p> + “I do. Give me a chance to prove it.” + </p> + <p> + Sadie got up, and putting her hands on his shoulders, kissed him. “Very + well. You shall have all the money you want.” + </p> + <p> + Then she went back to her chair and turned her head. She had borne with + her husband's follies and fought hard for him, sometimes with hope and + sometimes in desperation, but always with unflinching courage. Now it + looked as if she had won. Victory was insecure yet, and there was a risk + that it might turn to defeat, but Sadie never shrank from a daring + venture. For a moment she could not speak; her heart was full. + </p> + <p> + “Hallo!” said Charnock, who got up and came towards her. “Crying, Sadie? + Will you miss me as much as that?” + </p> + <p> + Sadie hastily wiped her eyes. “Yes, Bob; I'll miss you all the time. But + if you'll come back the man you are now, I'll wait as long as you like.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll try,” said Charnock simply. “I'm not going to protest, but you + deserve a much better husband than you've got. If I can't come back better + fit to live with you, I won't come back at all.” + </p> + <p> + “I wouldn't like that,” Sadie answered, smiling uncertainly. “But I guess + I know what you mean. I'll wait, dear, because I know you are going to + make good.” + </p> + <p> + Then, feeling that she had said enough, she began to make plans. Something + might be saved from the ruined crop and she had better keep a heavy team, + but Charnock could have the other horses if they were required. She could + carry on whatever work was possible after the frost set in, and would pay + off one of the hired men. Charnock approved, and after a time Sadie leaned + back in her chair. + </p> + <p> + “It's all fixed, but perhaps we mayn't need these plans,” she said. + “Remember you're really going there to bring Festing home.” + </p> + <p> + “That's understood. However, I don't think he'll come, and if so, it will + be Helen's money that prevents him. If he's foolish enough to doubt her, I + can put him right, which will be something.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Sadie, with a sigh. “Well, if he won't come, you must stop and + do the best you can.” + </p> + <p> + In the meantime, Festing reached the railroad camp. It was raining when + the construction train rolled noisily through a mountain gorge, and he + stood at the door of the caboose, looking out. Three or four hundred feet + below, a green river, streaked with muddy foam, brawled among the rocks, + for the track had been dug out of a steep hillside. Festing knew this was + difficult work; one could deal with rock, although it cost much to cut, + but it was another matter to bed the rails in treacherous gravel, and the + fan-shaped mounds of shale and soil that ran down to the water's edge + showed how loose the ground was and the abruptness of the slope. Above, + the silver mist drifted about the black firs that clung to the side of the + mountain, and in the distance there was a gleam of snow. Some of the trees + had fallen, and it was significant that, for the most part, they did not + lie where they fell. They had slipped down hill, and the channels in the + ground indicated that the shock had been enough to start a miniature + avalanche which had carried them away. The pitch was near the slant + engineers call the angle of rest, but Festing thought there was rock not + far beneath, which prevented the solidification of the superincumbent + soil. It looked as if his contract would be difficult and he would earn + his pay. + </p> + <p> + As the cars passed he saw the ballast creep about the ends of the ties, + which reached to the edge of the descent, and in places small streams of + gravel had run down, leaving hollows round the timber. The harsh jolting + indicated the consequences, but he knew that in the West railroads are + built as fast as possible and made safe afterwards. For that matter, he + had often run risks that would have daunted engineers used to conservative + English methods. In the meantime, the speed was slackening, and by and by + the harsh tolling of the locomotive bell echoed among the pines. Tents, + iron huts, and rude log shacks slipped past; men in muddy slickers drew + back against the bank, and then the train stopped. + </p> + <p> + Festing got down into the water that flowed among the ties, and Kerr came + forward in dripping slickers. + </p> + <p> + “If you want help to get the teams out, I'll send some of the boys,” he + said. “If not, you had better come along and I'll show you your shack. I + told our cook to fix your supper, and I'll be glad to sit down for a time + out of the wet.” + </p> + <p> + Festing followed him along the descending track, which presently ended at + a ledge of rock sixty or seventy feet above the river. Wire ropes spanned + the gap between the banks, and near the middle a rock islet broke the + surface of the savage flood. Here men were pouring cement into holes among + the foundations of an iron frame, while suspended trollies clanged across + the wires. On the other bank was a small flat where shacks of log and bark + stood among dripping tents. The roar of the river filled the gorge, but + its deep note was broken by the rattle of hammers, clash of shovels, and + clang of thrown-down rails. + </p> + <p> + The sounds of keen activity stirred Festing's blood. He had a touch of + constructive genius, but lack of specialized training had forced him into + the ranks of the pioneers. Others must add the artistic finish and divide + the prizes of ultimate victory; his part was to rough out the work and + clear the way. But he was satisfied with this, and something in him + thrilled as he heard in the crash of a blasting charge man's bold + challenge to the wilderness. Kerr waited with a twinkle of understanding + amusement while Festing looked about, and then took him up the hill. + </p> + <p> + “You have come back,” he remarked. “Well, I guessed you would come. After + all, this is your job; it's here you belong.” + </p> + <p> + “That is so, in a sense,” Festing dryly agreed. “It looks as if my job was + to get tired and wet and dirty while others got the dollars; but it's a + job with different sides. Farming's as much a part of it as this, and has + very similar disadvantages.” + </p> + <p> + “There's an altruistic theory that the dollars don't count; but it's + easier to believe when you draw your wages regularly, and I've known it + break down when an engineer was offered a more lucrative post. Anyhow, I + reckon it's our business to make good, even if our pay isn't equal to our + desserts, which happens pretty often when you work on the railroad.” + </p> + <p> + “If you work on a farm, you often don't get paid at all.” + </p> + <p> + Kerr laughed and indicated the pines that rolled up the hill in somber + spires. + </p> + <p> + “Well, there's your raw material, and you won't have much trouble to bring + the logs down, though you may find stopping them from plunging into the + river a harder thing. However, you have some notion of what you're up + against, and I'll show you the plans and specifications when we get out of + the rain.” + </p> + <p> + He stopped in front of a small log shack, and opening the door, beckoned + Festing in. There was an earth floor, and a bunk, filled with swamp-hay, + was fixed to the wall; two or three camp-chairs stood about, and a fire of + scented cedar logs burned on the clay hearth. A Chinaman, dressed in very + clean blue clothes, was putting a meal on the table. Festing hung up his + wet slickers and sat down with a vague sense of satisfaction. It was plain + that he must go without many comforts he had enjoyed at the farm, but he + felt strangely at home. + </p> + <p> + Kerr took supper with him, and afterwards threw some papers on the table + and lighted his pipe. Half an hour later Festing looked up. + </p> + <p> + “I imagine I've got the hang of things, and I'll make a start to-morrow. + Your way of underpinning the track is pretty good, but I don't like that + plan. You can't hold up the road long with lumber; the work won't stand.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know if your objection springs from artistic delight in a good + job or British caution. Anyhow, you ought to know that in this country we + don't want work to stand; our aim is to get it finished. If the track + holds up until we can start the freight traffic running, it's as much as + we expect. We'll improve it afterwards as the dollars come in.” + </p> + <p> + “A freight train in a Canadian river isn't a very uncommon object,” + Festing rejoined. “However, it's my business to cut the logs and do the + underpinning as well as I can. On the whole, and barring accidents, I see + some profit on the job. I'm grateful to you for putting it in my way.” + </p> + <p> + “Your thanks are really due to somebody else. The head contractor is not + allowed to sub-let work without our approval, and although I recommended + your being given a chance, the decision rested with another man.” + </p> + <p> + “Who's that?” + </p> + <p> + “He'll probably look you up to-night,” Kerr replied with a twinkle. “They + sent him from headquarters to see how we're getting on. But I'll leave you + the plans. We're working nights with the blast-lamps, and I've got to be + about when the new shift makes a start.” + </p> + <p> + He went away and Festing studied the drawings. He had undertaken to cut + and dress to size the heavy logs required for the lower posts of trestles + and foundation piles. So far, he did not apprehend much difficulty, but he + would run some risk over the underpinning of part of the track. In order + to make a secure and permanent road-bed, it would have been necessary to + cut back the hillside for some distance and then distribute the spoil + about the slope below, but the engineers had chosen a quicker and cheaper + plan. Heavy timbers would be driven into the face of the hill to make a + foundation for the track, which would be partly dug out of, and partly + built on to, the declivity. Where the main piles reached the rock the plan + would be safe, but where they were bedded in gravel there was danger of + their giving way under a heavy load. Festing knew he must share the risk + of this happening with the head contractor. + </p> + <p> + By and by somebody knocked at the door, and he got up abruptly as a man + came in. + </p> + <p> + “Dalton!” he exclaimed. + </p> + <p> + The other smiled and threw off his wet slickers. It was getting dark, but + the firelight touched his face and Festing studied him with surprise. The + lad, whom he had not seen for some years, had grown into a man, and had + moreover a look of quiet authority. He had made rapid progress if he had, + as Kerr had stated, been sent to report upon the latter's work. + </p> + <p> + “You don't seem to have expected me, though, to some extent, I'm + responsible for your being here,” he said. “However, I'm remarkably glad + we have met again.” + </p> + <p> + Festing, awkwardly conscious that his welcome was somewhat cold, indicated + a chair, and sitting down opposite began to fill his pipe. Dalton + sometimes wrote to Helen, but had not mentioned his being sent to British + Columbia. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” he said, “I was glad to hear you had got a move up once or twice, + but it looks as if you had gone farther than I thought.” + </p> + <p> + “I had the advantage of a proper training, and the reputation of the + engineer who gave it me counted for something, although I might never have + got my chance in this country but for you. Now I'm happy if I've been able + to show my gratitude. When Kerr brought your name forward I told him to + see you got the contract.” + </p> + <p> + “You did more than you knew,” said Festing. “It looks as if you hadn't + heard from Helen.” + </p> + <p> + “Not for a time; I hope she's well. I'd thought about coming West to see + you, but couldn't get away, and she talked about your going to Montreal + this winter.” + </p> + <p> + “That's off, of course. It's plain you don't know that Helen and I have + quarreled.” + </p> + <p> + Dalton looked up sharply, but was silent for a moment or two. + </p> + <p> + “This is a nasty knock,” he said. “I don't know if my relation to you + justifies my venturing on dangerous ground, but do you feel at liberty to + tell me what you quarreled about?” + </p> + <p> + Festing decided that Charnock's part in the matter must be kept dark. It + was unthinkable that Dalton should imagine he suspected his wife. + </p> + <p> + “To put it roughly, we differed about what you might call a principle, + although Helen's money had something to do with the thing. You see, I lost + my crop and she was hurt because I wouldn't use her capital.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't see altogether,” Dalton rejoined. “In fact, your objection seems + unusual.” + </p> + <p> + He pondered for a minute or two, and Festing marked the change in him. + Dalton had a reserve and thoughtfulness he had not expected. He had grown + very like Helen. + </p> + <p> + “A quarrel about a principle is apt to be dangerous,” he resumed. + “Although you are probably both wrong, you can persuade yourselves you are + right. Then while I was glad to hear about your wedding, I'll admit that I + saw some difficulties. Helen has a strong will and is sometimes rather + exacting, while you're an obstinate fellow and a little too practical. I + must wait until I know more than I do now, but might be of some use as a + peacemaker. Isn't it possible to compromise? Can't you meet half way?” + </p> + <p> + “Not in the meantime. I can't go home until I'm able to run the farm + without your sister's help. There's some risk of her despising me if I did + go.” + </p> + <p> + “You may be right; I can't judge,” Dalton thoughtfully agreed. “Now I + could, of course, find an excuse for getting you dismissed, but I know you + both too well to imagine that plan would work. You would go somewhere + else, while though Helen is generous there's a hard streak in her. I + really think she'd like you better afterwards if you carried your + intentions out.” + </p> + <p> + He paused and smiled. “She got the money you object to in a very curious + way—by refusing to indulge the wishes of our only rich relation. I + was more compliant because his plans met my views, and he paid for my + education, but when he died we found Helen had got her share and mine. I + understand he told his lawyer that he still thought her wrong; but if she + thought she was right, she was justified in refusing, and he admired her + pluck.” + </p> + <p> + “She has pluck,” said Festing. “On the whole I don't think that makes + things much better for me. Anyhow, I've taken this contract and I've got + to stay with it.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll help you as far as I can,” said Dalton, who soon afterwards left the + shack. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0020" id="link2HCH0020"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XX + </h2> + <h3> + FESTING GETS TO WORK + </h3> + <p> + Mist rolled among the pines and it was raining hard when Festing led his + team down the hill. He wore big rubber boots and slickers, and a heavy log + trailed behind the horses through the mud. Some distance above the river + the slope was gradual, and it was necessary to haul the logs to the + skidway he had built. They would then run down without help; indeed, the + difficulty was to stop them when they reached the track. Festing was wet + and dirty, and the sweating horses were splashed. When he stopped to + unhook the chain, three or four men came up with cant-poles, and + struggling in the churned-up mire, rolled the log to the top of the + incline. + </p> + <p> + A shallow, undulating trough scored the hillside, crossed at short + intervals by small logs, split up the middle and laid with their round + sides on top. It looked something like a switchback railway, only that + while the incline varied, all the undulations ran down hill. A few logs + rested insecurely on the top skids, and the men put the one Festing had + brought below the rest. Then they threw down their poles and Festing + looked about. + </p> + <p> + Water filled the hollows in the wavy line of skids, which vanished at the + edge of a steeper dip and reappeared below, to plunge out of sight again. + Its end was banked up with wet gravel near the track. Festing could not + see the track, but the opposite side of the river was visible, with the + island, near which two wire-ropes skimmed the surface of the flood. A man + stood on the skids about half way down and presently waved his arm. + </p> + <p> + “Watch out below!” he shouted and signed to Festing. “All clear! You can + start her off.” + </p> + <p> + Festing seized a handspike and the skids groaned as the big log began to + move. The men helped and sprang back as it gathered speed. Water flew up, + the bark tore off in crumpled flakes, and the wet timber smoked. The other + logs were smaller and easier launched, but they did not gain the momentum + of the first, which plunged furiously down hill and flung up its thin end + as it leaped over the edge of the dip. + </p> + <p> + “She's surely hitting up the pace,” one of the men remarked. + </p> + <p> + “The mud is greasing the skids,” said Festing, who began to run down the + incline when the man below shouted. + </p> + <p> + Two of the others followed, but stopped at the top of the last pitch, + which ended in the bank of gravel close above the track. The logs, spread + out at intervals, rushed down, rising and falling on the uneven skids. + Showers of mud and water marked their progress; there was a crash as a + smashed skid was flung into the air, and a roar when the leading mass + plowed through fallen gravel. Stones shot out and Festing saw smoke and + sparks, but the logs rushed on, and he wondered anxiously whether the bank + would stop them. So far, it had served its purpose, but he was doubtful + about it now, and hoped there was nobody on the track beneath. + </p> + <p> + The big log reached the bank and ran half way up the short incline before + its speed slackened much. Festing held his breath as he watched, for some + gravel cars had come down the track, and he could not tell where they + were. The log was going slower, but he doubted if it would stop. + </p> + <p> + It plowed on through the gravel, which shot up all round, and then the end + of the bank seemed to fall away. There was a shower of stones; the butt of + the log went down and its after end tilted up. Then it lurched out of + sight and there was a heavy crash below. After this Festing heard a + confused din, and imagined, though he could not see, the mass of timber + plunging down the precipitous slope, smashing rocks and scattering gravel + as it went. The noise stopped, he heard a splash, and as the following + logs leaped the broken bank, the first shot half its length out of water, + and falling again, drove down stream. + </p> + <p> + The rope at the island caught it while a trolley ran down, but the + straining wire curved and parted, and the trolley fell into the river as + the log swept on. The others followed and vanished in a turmoil of muddy + foam, and Festing went down to the track. Things might have been worse, + for nobody was hurt, although some yards of road-bed had been carried away + and a derrick he had built to put the logs on the cars was smashed. As he + studied the damage a wet and angry engineer ran up. + </p> + <p> + “You have got to stop your blamed logs jumping down like that! They've + broken a steel rope and there's a new trolley-skip in the river!” + </p> + <p> + “I'm sorry,” Festing answered. “I'll try to get the skip out as soon as + possible, and you can trust me to stop more logs getting away, for my own + sake.” + </p> + <p> + “There'll be trouble if you let your lumber loose on me, and I want the + skip soon,” said the other. “A stranger asked for you a few minutes ago + and I sent him up the hill.” + </p> + <p> + He went away and Festing's men came up. + </p> + <p> + “Pretty rough luck, boss!” one remarked. “What are we going to do about + it?” + </p> + <p> + “We'll grade up the gravel dump to begin with, and then make a new + derrick,” Festing answered gloomily. “It doesn't look as if I'd get much + profit on the first week's work.” + </p> + <p> + He moved off, and as he scrambled up the bank met a man coming down. Both + stopped abruptly and Festing frowned. + </p> + <p> + “What in thunder has brought you, Bob?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “They told me you were up the hill,” Charnock said, smiling. “I came in on + the last construction train.” + </p> + <p> + “But why did you come?” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose you mean—Why did I come to bother you again? Well, the + explanation will take some time, and it's confoundedly muddy and raining + hard. When are you likely to be unoccupied?” + </p> + <p> + Festing tried to control his annoyance. The accident had disturbed him and + he was not pleased to see Charnock, whom he did not wish to make free of + his shack. + </p> + <p> + “What have you been doing since you arrived?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Sitting in the bunk-house and waiting for the rain to stop. Then I got + dinner with the boys, and afterwards went to see a rather nice young + fellow called Dalton. I told him I was a friend of yours, and he half + promised to give me a job.” + </p> + <p> + “You don't seem to know who he is?” Festing remarked. + </p> + <p> + “I don't; but I thought he looked hard at me when he heard my name. + However, don't disturb yourself on my account; I'm pretty comfortable in + the bunk-house.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well. You had better come to my shack when work stops. I can't leave + my men now.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock strolled off with his usual languid air, and Festing resumed his + work. He could not imagine what Charnock wanted, but wished he had stopped + away. In the meantime, he had much to do and drove his men hard, until a + steam-whistle hooted and they threw down their tools. His supper was ready + when he reached the shack, but Charnock had not arrived, and although this + was something of a relief, he felt annoyed. He had told him to come when + work stopped, but the fellow was never punctual. An hour later Charnock + walked in. + </p> + <p> + “I thought I'd better wait until after supper,” he said. “My coming now + leaves you more at liberty to turn me out.” + </p> + <p> + “To begin with, I'd like to know why you came at all?” + </p> + <p> + “Sadie thought it was time I did something useful, and I agreed. It's + obvious that if anything useful can be done, I'm the proper person to + undertake the job. Now you understand me, shall I go on?” + </p> + <p> + Festing nodded. Charnock's careless good humor had vanished; he looked + embarrassed but resolute, as if he meant to carry out a disagreeable task. + This was something new for Bob. + </p> + <p> + “Very well,” the latter resumed. “In order to clear the ground, do you + imagine I'm in love with your wife?” + </p> + <p> + “I'm sure Helen is not in love with you,” Festing rejoined. + </p> + <p> + “That's much, but we have got to talk about the other side of the matter,” + said Charnock quietly. “I went to your home with Sadie because I thought + she and Helen could learn something from each other; while I suspect she + thought your society was good for me. It's obvious that Helen agreed, and + Sadie and I will always be grateful for her staunchness in sticking to us, + although you disliked it. Whether I'm worth the quarrel or not is another + thing. I hope you understand me as far as I've gone.” + </p> + <p> + Festing made a sign and Charnock continued: “Very well. There was a time + when I loved Helen, or honestly thought I did, but I imagine we had both + found out our mistake when I gave her up. It's certain that she would not + have been satisfied with me. Our romance came to nothing and was done with + long since; there's now no woman who could rouse the feeling I have for my + wife.” + </p> + <p> + He got up and leaned upon his chair, with his eyes fixed on Festing. “When + I told you I was going to be married, you showed your confounded + supercilious pity! You thought I was making a fatal mistake. Well, you're + not a clever fellow, Stephen, but that was the worst blunder you ever + made. Marrying Sadie is perhaps the only wise thing I have done. She has + borne with my follies, hustled me when I needed it, and helped me to fight + my weaknesses; and if there's any hope of my being a useful man, I owe it + to her. Now it's obvious that I can't draw comparisons, but I think you + see where this leads.” + </p> + <p> + “I do see,” said Festing, who felt somewhat moved. He had not heard + Charnock talk like this before, and the note in his voice was significant. + He smiled, to ease the strain, as he replied: “Comparisons would be + particularly awkward just now, Bob. Besides, they're unnecessary, I'm + convinced!” + </p> + <p> + “Then there's no reason you shouldn't go home, and I've come to take you + back.” + </p> + <p> + Festing shook his head. “There are two reasons. In the first place, I've + taken a contract.” + </p> + <p> + “That fellow, Dalton, would probably let you off.” + </p> + <p> + “It's uncertain, and I don't mean to ask. You don't seem to know that + Dalton is Helen's brother.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock laughed. “Then I've no doubt he knows who I am; his manner ought + to have given me a hint. The situation has a touch of ironical humor, and + perhaps the strangest thing is that we should now be better friends than + we have been yet. But what still prevents your going back?” + </p> + <p> + “Helen's money. I can't beg from her, after refusing the only thing she + has asked.” + </p> + <p> + “You're a bit of a fool,” Charnock remarked with a grin. “I've begged from + Sadie often and imagine she liked me for it; anyhow she expected it. But + if you have made up your mind, I expect I can't persuade you.” + </p> + <p> + Festing's gesture indicated an unshaken resolve, and Charnock said: “Then + I'm going to stop and see you through.” + </p> + <p> + “That's ridiculous!” said Festing, who was strongly moved now. “You must + think of Sadie. You can't stop; I won't allow it!” + </p> + <p> + Charnock's eyes twinkled. “I expect Sadie will bear the separation. For + one thing, we lost our crop and she'll save money while I'm away. She's + not parsimonious, but she hates to waste dollars, and must have found me + expensive now and then. Then I mean to earn something, and can imagine her + surprise when I show her my wages check.” + </p> + <p> + On the surface, his mood was humorous, but Festing got a hint of something + fine beneath. “But,” he said, “you mustn't stay, and I'd sooner you didn't + joke.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I'll be serious; but after this there's no more to be said. Don't + imagine it's altogether for your sake I'm going to stay. You know what I + owe Sadie, and I want to show that her labor has not all been lost. in + fact, I've got my opportunity and mean to seize it. Then if you feel some + reparation is due to your wife, you can finish the work you made her drop. + Help me to cut out liquor and stay with my job, and if you have trouble + with your contract, I'll help all I can. Is it a bargain?” + </p> + <p> + “It's a bargain,” said Festing quietly. “Now I think we'll talk about + something else.” + </p> + <p> + He sat still for some time after Charnock left. His bitterness against his + wife had gone, and it was plain that he had been a fool. For all that, he + could not go home yet; the money was still an obstacle. Pride forbade his + letting Helen support him. Moreover, he felt that to act against his + convictions now would cost him her respect. There was perhaps no ground + for supposing she felt much respect for him, but he meant to keep all she + had. + </p> + <p> + Then he got up and straightened the blankets in his bunk. The sooner he + finished his contract, the sooner he could return, and there was much to + be done next morning. The job had not begun well. + </p> + <p> + He got up at sunrise and spent several days repairing the damage the + accident had caused, after which, for a time, things went smoothly. Then, + one morning, he stood on a rocky ledge of the island, waiting while two of + his men dragged an iron pulley backwards and forwards along a trolley + wire. + </p> + <p> + The morning was clear and cold, and the snow had crept nearer the belt of + dwindling pines that looked like matches tufted with moss. They grew in + size as they rolled down the tremendous slopes, until they towered above + the track in tall, dark spires. The mist had gone; rocks and trees and + glistening summits were sharply cut, but the valley was rather marked by + savage grandeur than beauty. There was something about its aspect that + struck a warning note. It had a look of belonging to a half-finished + world, into which man might only venture at his peril. + </p> + <p> + The river had fallen and its turbid green had faded, for the frost had + touched the glaciers that fed it on the heights, but the stream ran fast, + swirling round the island and breaking into eddies. In one place, a white + streak marked a rebound of the current from an obstacle below, and it was + across this spot the men dragged the pulley. A chain and hook hung from + the latter, and they were fishing for the skip that was lost when the log + broke the rope. + </p> + <p> + Festing had spent the most part of the previous day trying different plans + for grappling the skip, but the fast currents and smooth side of the big + steel bucket had baffled him. His efforts had cost time and money, and he + began to realize that he must give it up or try dangerous means. The chain + stopped and tightened as the hook struck something below the surface, but + next moment it moved on again, and when this had happened a number of + times Festing raised his hand. + </p> + <p> + “You can quit, boys,” he said, and turned to a man close by. “She must + have fallen with the shackles where the hook can't get hold, but I think + she's only about three feet under water.” + </p> + <p> + The other studied the broken surface. The water was not transparent, but + here and there a darker patch indicated a rock below. The eddies made a + revolving slack along the bank, but near the skip joined the main current + in its downstream rush. + </p> + <p> + “I've a notion there's a gully between her and us,” he remarked. “Anyhow, + we'll try to wade, if you like.” + </p> + <p> + Festing threw off his jacket and plunged in. When he had gone a few feet + he was up to his waist and it cost him an effort to keep his feet. After + two or three more steps, the bottom fell away and, floundering savagely, + he sank to his shoulders. Then his companion pulled him back. + </p> + <p> + “The gully's there all right,” the man remarked when they clambered out. + “Say, that water's surely cold.” + </p> + <p> + “It will be colder soon when the ice comes down, and if the skip's to be + got out, we must get her now. I think I could reach her by swimming.” + </p> + <p> + The other looked doubtful, but Festing took off his heavy boots, and + picking up the end of the rope they had used to move the pulley, walked to + the edge of the island. He was now a short distance above the skip, and + hoped the eddies would help him to reach the ledge it rested on before he + was swept past; but he must avoid being drawn into the main stream, since + there was not much chance of landing on the foam-swept rocks lower down. + Making sure he had enough slack rope, he plunged in. + </p> + <p> + An eddy swung him out-shore, towards the dangerous rush; the cold cramped + his muscles and cut his breath, but he was already below the spot he had + left, and there was no time to lose. The white streak that marked the skip + seemed to forge up-stream to meet him, and he swam savagely until he was + in the broken water and something struck his foot. Then he arched his back + and dived, groping with his hands. He grasped the slippery side of the + skip and felt the shackle loop. With some trouble he got the rope through, + and then tried to put his feet on the bottom. They were swept away and he + came up gasping, knowing he had made a mistake that might cost him dear. + </p> + <p> + He held the end of the rope, but had been carried several yards + down-stream, and the lost ground must be regained. The rope was rather a + hindrance than a help, since the men on the bank could only haul him back + to the skip and drag him under water, while he must pull the slack through + the loop as he struggled to land. If he got out of the eddies he would be + swept past the island, but he did not mean to let the rope go yet. + </p> + <p> + A revolving eddy swung him in-shore, but the reflux caught and drove him a + few yards lower down. The men were shouting, but he could not tell what + they said. The roar of water bewildered him, and he fixed his eyes upon + the rocks that slid past until a wave washed across his face. For a moment + or two he saw nothing, and then was vaguely conscious that a trolley was + running down the wire above. An indistinct object hung from the trolley + and next moment fell away from it. A dark body splashed into the water, + vanished, and came up close by. Then he was seized by the shoulder and + driven towards the bank. + </p> + <p> + The men had stopped shouting and ran into the water at the island's lower + end. Festing drifted towards them, but it looked as if he would be carried + past. The drag of the rope kept him back, and his strength was going, but + he braced himself for an effort and felt a helping push. Then somebody + seized his hand, he was pulled forward, and felt bottom as he dropped his + feet. In another few moments he staggered up the bank and gave the nearest + man the end of the rope. + </p> + <p> + “Stick to that,” he gasped, and turned to see who had helped him. + </p> + <p> + “Bob!” he exclaimed. + </p> + <p> + Charnock dashed the water from his hair and face. “Thought you mightn't + make it and jumped on a trolley they were loosing off. But we had better + change our clothes.” + </p> + <p> + “Come to my shack,” said Festing. “Signal them to send a trolley, boys.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0021" id="link2HCH0021"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXI + </h2> + <h3> + CHARNOCK TRIES HIS STRENGTH + </h3> + <p> + The skip that crossed the river was loaded, and Charnock and Festing were + forced to wait until it came back. They climbed to a platform on the + bridge-pier and stood for some minutes, shivering in the wind. The skip + would only carry one, and when it arrived Charnock made Festing get in. + </p> + <p> + “You were in the water longest,” he said. “Get aboard as quick as you + can!” + </p> + <p> + Festing was swung across the river, but waited until Charnock arrived, + when they ran up the hill to the former's shack. The fire was out and + Festing's face was blue, while Charnock's teeth chattered as he threw off + his clothes. Festing gave him another suit. + </p> + <p> + “I'm afraid they're not very dry, but they're the best I've got,” he said. + “You did a plucky thing, Bob.” + </p> + <p> + “Not at all, and you would, no doubt, have landed if I hadn't come. You + see, the skip was starting and I didn't stop to think. But it's horribly + cold. Where's your towel?” + </p> + <p> + He put on the half-dry clothes and went to the door. “I'm not often in + such a hurry to get back to work, but if I don't move I'll freeze. See you + later!” + </p> + <p> + “Stop a moment,” Festing called. “Do you find the bunk-house comfortable?” + </p> + <p> + “It's not luxurious, but doesn't leak very much unless it rains unusually + hard.” + </p> + <p> + “Then why not come up here at night? I haven't another bunk or I'd have + suggested it before, but a carload of ship-lap has arrived and I dare say + Kerr will let me have a few boards.” + </p> + <p> + “Thanks; I'd like that,” said Charnock, who hurried away. + </p> + <p> + Soon afterwards Festing resumed his work. Kerr allowed him to take the + boards, and when he had finished his supper Charnock came in. Sitting down + by the fire, he filled his pipe. + </p> + <p> + “There's more room here and you can dry your clothes,” he remarked, + stretching out his legs to the blaze. + </p> + <p> + “We're going to talk about what happened this morning,” Festing replied. + “I was getting exhausted when you jumped off the skip.” + </p> + <p> + “After all, I only gave you a push now and then. I was fresh, and imagine + I swim better than you.” + </p> + <p> + “It's possible. I don't swim very well.” + </p> + <p> + “Then why did you go into the rapid? I call it a blamed silly thing!” + </p> + <p> + “I felt I had to recover the skip.” + </p> + <p> + “Not at all,” said Charnock, with a grin. “The skip could have stopped + where it was. For a man who thinks much, you're ridiculously illogical; + got no proper sense of relative values. Your business is to carry out your + contract, and not risk your life for a rusty bucket.” + </p> + <p> + “You risked yours!” + </p> + <p> + “I didn't. The only risk I ran was knocking your head off with my heavy + boots. But if you hadn't begun the folly, I wouldn't have jumped, if the + river had been full of the company's skips.” + </p> + <p> + Then the door opened and the head contractor's engineer came in. + </p> + <p> + “You did a plucky thing to-day, Festing,” he began; but Charnock + interrupted. + </p> + <p> + “Don't spoil my argument, Mr. Norton. I've been proving he made a fool of + himself.” + </p> + <p> + “Then there were two of you,” Norton rejoined. “The trolley was running + fast, and if you had dropped a few yards farther out, you wouldn't have + got back.” He turned to Festing. “I was rather mad about it when you broke + the wire, and of course wanted the skip. Still I didn't mean you to take a + risk like that. We could have fixed the thing.” + </p> + <p> + “A matter of bookkeeping?” Charnock suggested. “Much depends on how you + charge up your costs, and one understands that doing it cleverly leads to + promotion. The worst is when you come to the total—” + </p> + <p> + “I'll talk to you later. You're up against a big proposition, Festing; but + if you find yourself in a tight place and I've a man or two to spare, or + can help—-” + </p> + <p> + “Thanks; I may take advantage of your promise,” Festing replied, and + Norton turned to Charnock. + </p> + <p> + “You are doing better than I expected when Dalton sent you along.” + </p> + <p> + “I imagine my recent activity would surprise my friends, and you're a + stranger. However, I suppose I've got to keep it up so long as I work on + the road.” + </p> + <p> + “That's sure,” said the other dryly. “Well, I didn't think it prudent to + give you much at first, and now I'll mark you up an extra fifty cents.” + </p> + <p> + He stopped a few minutes, and when he went out Charnock laughed. “Not a + bad sort, but I'm puzzled by my satisfaction at getting three dollars more + a week. If I wanted a check not long since, I'd only to look penitent and + go to Sadie.” + </p> + <p> + After this, they sat smoking quietly for a time, and then Charnock drew up + his legs and frowned. + </p> + <p> + “What's the matter?” Festing asked. + </p> + <p> + “Nothing much,” said Charnock. “I've got a bit of a weakness I don't think + you know about. Neuralgic, I imagine; it grips me here.” He indicated the + region between his belt and chest. “Comes and goes when I'm not quite up + to my proper form.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I expect jumping into the river and standing about in wet clothes + brought it on.” + </p> + <p> + “No; I have had it before. Besides, I've often been as wet; so have you. + Anyhow, the pain's going, and there's a thing I forgot to mention. I met + Wilkinson this afternoon.” + </p> + <p> + Festing knitted his brows. “Wilkinson! What do you think has brought him?” + </p> + <p> + “Chance and Sadie's scheming. I've cause to suspect she forced him off his + ranch, though she would probably wish she hadn't meddled if she knew she'd + sent him here. As he looked surprised when he saw me, I imagine he'd no + particular object in coming, except that he wanted a job.” + </p> + <p> + “Did you speak to him?” + </p> + <p> + “I did not. It's very possible he'd have resented my remarks. Then I was + on the company's business and the foreman was about.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Festing thoughtfully, “it might be better to keep out of his + way as far as you can. I don't know that he's likely to do us harm, but + wish he had gone somewhere else.” + </p> + <p> + They let the matter drop and talked about other things until they went to + bed. Next morning broke bracingly cold, but thin mist rolled among the + pines a few hundred feet above the track. For the most part the climate of + the interior of British Columbia is dry, and there are belts where + artificial irrigation is employed, but some of the valleys form channels + for the moist winds from the Pacific. Except in the bitter cold-snaps, it + was seldom that the white peaks above the track were visible, and now + something in the atmosphere threatened heavy rain. + </p> + <p> + Charnock began his work as usual with the gravel gang. It was his business + to spread the ballast thrown off the cars by the plow that traveled along + the train, and although the labor was not exhausting it had tried his + strength at first. His muscles, however, were hardening, and until the + last few days, he had been able to scatter heavy shovelfuls of stones with + a dexterous jerk that distributed them among the ties. + </p> + <p> + Streaks of dingy haze that looked like steam rose from the river. The + fresh smell of pines hung about the track, and the clash of shovels and + ringing of hammers mingled harmoniously with the deep-toned roar of the + rapids. The cold braced the muscles and stirred the blood, and the sounds + of activity had an invigorating influence while the day was young, but + Charnock felt slack. His pain had gone, but he was conscious of a nervous + tension and knew what it meant. A small blister on his hand annoyed him, + he growled at comrades who got in his way, and swore when the gravel fell + in the wrong place. Somehow he could not get the stuff to go where it + ought. + </p> + <p> + For all that, he felt no serious inconvenience until about eleven o'clock, + when a stinging pain spread across the front of his body. For a few + moments he leaned on his shovel and gasped, but the pang moderated and he + roused himself when the foreman looked his way. He must try to hold out + for another hour, and he savagely attacked his pile of stones. When the + echoes of the whistle filled the hollow he had some trouble in reaching + the bunk-house, but felt better after dinner and a smoke, which he enjoyed + sitting on a box by the stove; but the time for rest was short. The + foreman drove him out, and feeling very sore and stiff, he resumed work. + </p> + <p> + About four o'clock another pang shot through him and he dropped his shovel + and sat down on a heap of ties, hoping to get a few minutes' rest before + the gravel train came up. The pain was troublesome, but not dangerous. It + might only bother him for a day or two, but it might last a week. Rest was + the best cure, but sick men were not wanted at the camp. One must work or + go, and when a cascade of gravel poured off the cars as the plow moved + along he pulled himself together. + </p> + <p> + It began to rain soon afterwards and he had left his slickers at the + bunk-house, but he stuck to his work, while the sweat the effort caused + him ran down his face, until the whistle blew. Then he went limply up the + hill to Festing's shack. + </p> + <p> + “I thought I'd have supper with you, if you don't mind,” he said. “Felt I + couldn't stand for joining the boys. They've annoyed me all day and eat + like hogs.” + </p> + <p> + Festing gave him a sharp glance. Bob did not often lose his temper, but he + looked morose. + </p> + <p> + “Of course I don't mind. Sit down.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock did so, and when Festing had filled his plate resumed: “This food + is decently cooked, and I like my supper served and not thrown at me. + Still, in view of what we're charged for board, it's annoying to think the + contractor will be richer for a meal I haven't got.” + </p> + <p> + “It's a new thing to find you parsimonious. I hope you'll keep it up.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock's gloomy face softened. “I mean to. I'm thinking of Sadie's + feelings when I come home with a wad of five-dollar bills. She won't be + surprised; she'll get a shock.” + </p> + <p> + He talked with better humor during the meal, but was silent afterwards and + sat with half-closed eyes, stretching out his feet towards the crackling + logs. Although the pain had nearly gone, it would, no doubt, begin again + in the morning, and he might have some trouble in hiding his weakness from + the foreman. He could lay off for a day or two, but as his wages would + stop and his board would be charged, it would cost him something. Besides, + if he laid off once or twice, he would be told to leave. + </p> + <p> + This, however, did not account for his moodiness. He knew of no cure + except rest, but it was easy to find relief; a small dose of spirit would + banish the pain for a time. The remedy was dangerous, particularly to him, + since it offered an excuse for repeated indulgence, and he struggled with + the temptation. Liquor was difficult to get, because there was no + settlement for some distance and the engineers had tried to cut off + supplies, but it could be got. In fact, Charnock knew where he could buy + as much whisky as he wanted, at something above its proper price. So far + he had not done so, but continued self-denial would require a stern + effort. A drink would banish the pain and enable him to work. + </p> + <p> + He had not known it fail since he drove over to Wilkinson's one afternoon, + when he had been loading prairie hay since early morning and had forgotten + his lunch. He reached the homestead scarcely able to sit upright on the + driving seat, and a man asked him what was the matter. When Charnock told + him he sent Wilkinson for whisky. + </p> + <p> + “I know all about it; the blamed thing grips me now and then if I work too + hard and cut out a meal,” he said. “I'll fix you up for the rest of the + day, but won't answer for your feeling pert to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + As a matter of fact, Charnock had felt worse, but obtained relief by + increasing the dose. Indeed, he had once or twice done so with unfortunate + consequences; but after Sadie bought the farm and saw he led a regular + life the pain had gone and had not returned until he went to work on the + track. Now he was not going to give in, but did not want to talk, and was + glad that Festing was occupied with some calculations and left him alone. + </p> + <p> + Next morning he felt better and had two days' ease, after which the pain + wrung him for the rest of the week. Somehow he stuck to his work, and his + comrades, who were rudely sympathetic, helped him to elude the foreman's + watchfulness. It was obvious that he could not keep it up, but the trouble + often ended suddenly. Then an evening came when he could scarcely drag + himself to the bunk-house for supper. It had rained all day and the + building was overheated by a glowing stove and filled with the smell of + rank tobacco and steaming clothes. Charnock could not eat the roughly + served food, and for a time sat slack and limp, with the sweat upon his + face, and his arms on the table. Then he got on his feet awkwardly and set + off for Festing's shack. + </p> + <p> + The rain and cold revived him, but walking was difficult, and when he + reached the shack he fell into a chair. Festing was not in, and Charnock + remembered he had said something about having extra work to do. It was + dark, but the log fire threw out a red light, and by and by Charnock, + glancing round as the shadows receded, thought there was something unusual + on the table. It looked like a bottle, but they kept no liquor in the + shack. Festing was abstemious but Charnock suspected that he had practised + some self-denial for his sake. + </p> + <p> + He waited until a blaze sprung up, and then his relaxed pose stiffened. It + was a bottle of whisky, better stuff than the railroaders generally drank, + for he knew the label. Moreover, when the light touched the glass the + yellow reflection showed that it was full. He got up and approached the + table, wondering how the liquor came there, until he saw some writing on + the label. Picking up the bottle, he read his own name. + </p> + <p> + He put it down abruptly and stood with his hand clenched. The veins + swelled on his forehead and the pain nearly left him as he fought with + temptation. It was some weeks since he had tasted liquor, but this was not + all. A drink would give him relief from the gnawing ache and perhaps a + night's sound sleep. If he could get that, he might be well for most of + the next day. But he shrank from the remedy. There was liquor enough to + last some days, but the next bottle would not last as long, and he knew + there would be another. He must resist and conquer his craving now. + </p> + <p> + He opened the door and picked up the bottle by the neck. With a swing of + his arm he could throw it among the pines; he wanted to hear it smash. + Victory could be won by a quick movement; but afterwards? The touch of the + glass and the way the yellow liquid gleamed in the light fired his blood. + If he was to win an enduring victory, he must fight to a finish. + </p> + <p> + Leaving the bottle in the light, he moved his chair and sat down close by, + after which he looked at his watch. He would give himself half an hour. If + he could hold out now, he need not be afraid again, because the odds + against him would never be so heavy. The craving was reenforced by pain + and bodily fatigue; his jangled nerves demanded a stimulant. Yet to win + would make the next conflict easier, and he had resources that he tried to + marshal against the enemy. + </p> + <p> + The rough work on the track had given him confidence. He had always had + physical courage and muscular strength, and it was something to feel he + could hold his own with his comrades at a strenuous task. Moreover, his + saving Festing from the river had restored his self-respect. But he had + stronger allies, and his face got hot as he thought of the two women who + had fought for him when he had scarcely tried to help himself. + </p> + <p> + Sadie had given up her ambitions and was content to live at the lonely + farm because she thought it best for him. He remembered the bitter + disappointments he had brought her and how he had found her sitting, + depressed and tired, at his neglected work when he came home from some + fresh extravagance. Sometimes she had met him with the anger he deserved, + but as a rule she had shown a patience that troubled him now. Then there + was Helen, who had borne slander and estrangement from her husband for his + sake. Both had made costly sacrifices, of which he was unworthy; but it + was unthinkable that the sacrifices should be made in vain. + </p> + <p> + Perhaps it was his imagination, or the proximity of relief, but the + physical torment he suffered got worse. He could not sit straight, and + leaned forward, with head bent and hands grasping the sides of his chair, + until he looked at his watch. Ten minutes had gone, but he must hold out + for twenty minutes more. Fumbling awkwardly in his pocket, he got his + tobacco pouch. He did not want to smoke, but could occupy some time by + filling his pipe, and did so with slow deliberation. Then he let the match + go out as an idea dawned on him. The bottle had been put there with an + object. + </p> + <p> + Wilkinson hated Sadie. He had struck at her and injured Helen, but had + plotted a harder blow. The plot had, however, miscarried, for Charnock + almost forgot his pain in his fury. The fellow was a dangerous reptile, + and could not be allowed to hurt Sadie by his poisonous tricks. Charnock + meant to punish him, but must first overcome the insidious ally the other + had counted on. He looked at his watch again. A quarter of an hour had + gone; he felt stronger, and more confident. For all that, the fight was + stern, and at length Festing, entering quietly, was surprised to find + Charnock sitting with his watch in his hand. His brows were knit; his face + looked pinched and damp. + </p> + <p> + “What are you doing, Bob?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Trying my strength,” said Charnock, who got up. “Three minutes yet to go, + but I think we can take it that I've won.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't understand. Is this a joke?” + </p> + <p> + “Do I look as if I'm joking?” Charnock rejoined, with a forced smile. + “Anyhow, I'd like you to notice that I'm perfectly sober and this bottle + has not been opened, although I've sat opposite it for nearly half an + hour. I'd have finished the half-hour if you had not come in.” + </p> + <p> + Festing picked up the bottle and read the writing. “Who brought the thing + here?” + </p> + <p> + “I suspect Wilkinson. He knows a drink would stop the pain.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah,” said Festing quietly. “I think I understand! You have made a good + fight, Bob, and I believe you've won. But we'll take precautions; it will + be some satisfaction to throw out the stuff.” + </p> + <p> + He went to the door, but Charnock stopped him. + </p> + <p> + “Hold on! I mean to keep the satisfaction to myself. Give me the cursed + thing!” + </p> + <p> + Festing put the bottle in his hand, and opening the door Charnock swung it + round his head and let it go. There was a crash as it struck a tree, and + he went back to his chair. + </p> + <p> + “That's done with! It's remarkable, but I don't feel as sore as I did. + Perhaps the effort of resisting was a counter-irritant. However, we have + said enough about it. Tell me how you got on with the job that kept you + late.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0022" id="link2HCH0022"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXII + </h2> + <h3> + FESTING'S NEW PARTNER + </h3> + <p> + Charnock felt better next morning and luck favored him. An accident to the + gravel train disorganized the work, and he and some others were dismissed + for the afternoon. He went to Festing's shack, and making himself + comfortable by the fire, opened a tattered book and enjoyed several hours + of luxurious idleness. After his exertions in the rain and mud, it was + delightful to bask in warmth and comfort and rest his aching limbs. The + next day was Sunday and he lounged about the shack, sometimes reading and + sometimes bantering his comrade. The pain had gone and he felt cheerful. + </p> + <p> + When he returned to work on Monday he was sent with a bag of bolts to the + bridge, and presently reached a spot where the heavy rain had washed away + the track. For about a dozen yards the terrace cut in the hillside had + slipped down, leaving a narrow shelf against the bank. The shelf broke off + near the middle, where a gully had opened in the hill. Water flowed + through the gap, and in order to get across one must pick a way carefully + over the steep, wet slope. This, however, would save a toilsome climb, and + Charnock, jerking the bag higher on his shoulders, went on. + </p> + <p> + A few minutes later he saw Wilkinson come round a corner. One of them + would have to go back to let the other pass, and it would be difficult to + turn if they met at the gully. Charnock did not mean to give way, and with + his arms crooked to support his load, he required some room. There was no + way up the torn bank, and on the other side a nearly perpendicular slope + of wet soil and gravel ran down to the river. In places, the surface was + broken by small, half-buried firs. + </p> + <p> + When both were near the gully Wilkinson stopped, and Charnock, whose head + was bent, thought he had not known who he was. He certainly looked + surprised, and Charnock was conscious of rather grim amusement as he + guessed the reason. Wilkinson had, no doubt, not expected him to be + capable of carrying a heavy bag along the dangerous ledge. + </p> + <p> + “Hallo!” he said. “The boys told me you were crippled by your pains.” + </p> + <p> + “I was. The pain's gone.” + </p> + <p> + “Rest's a good cure,” said Wilkinson. “You got laid off on Saturday, + didn't you?” + </p> + <p> + The curiosity that had made Charnock stop was satisfied. Since Wilkinson's + work kept him at some distance from the gravel gang, it looked as if he + had made inquiries about Charnock, and had probably been surprised to + learn he had started with the others. There was, however, no use in taxing + the fellow with trying to make him drunk, because he would deny that he + knew anything about the whisky or declare that he had sent it with a + friendly object. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” he said, “but I didn't need the cure as badly as you think. + However, I'm not in a talkative mood and this bag is heavy. I'll trouble + you to get out of the way.” + </p> + <p> + Wilkinson looked hard at him. Charnock knew why he had sent the whisky and + meant to quarrel, but was shrewd enough to choose his ground. + </p> + <p> + “You can dump your bag and wait until I get past.” + </p> + <p> + “Not at all,” said Charnock. “I don't see why I should pick up the load + again to convenience you. Anyhow, I'm going on, and the thing takes up + some room.” + </p> + <p> + Wilkinson measured the distance across the gap. He imagined he could reach + the other side first and squeeze against the bank, when Charnock must take + the outside and would probably fall. He did not mean to be forced back, + particularly as there were men at work not far off who had, no doubt, + noted Charnock's aggressive attitude. The latter, however, was quicker + than he thought, and reached the dangerous spot before Wilkinson got + across. Splashing, and slipping in the mud, he advanced recklessly, and + Wilkinson could not turn back. Moreover, he could not strike Charnock, + because he was in the workmen's view, and the railroaders would not + approve his attacking an apparently defenseless man. He thought Charnock + knew this, but the fellow was not as defenseless as he looked. The heavy + bag gave him a certain stability and momentum. + </p> + <p> + “If you come any farther before I find a hold, we'll both go down,” he + said. + </p> + <p> + “It looks like that,” Charnock agreed. “I don't mean to stop.” + </p> + <p> + Wilkinson clutched at the slippery bank but the wet gravel tore out. It + was impossible to get up, and if he tried to scramble down, he might not + stop until he fell into the river. He glanced at Charnock's set face and + got something of a shock. He had thought the fellow meant to bluff and + would give way if he were resolutely met; Charnock was impulsive, but + never stayed with a thing. Now, however, he looked dangerous. + </p> + <p> + Driving his boots into the mud, Wilkinson braced himself, with one foot so + placed that it might trip his antagonist. Then he set his lips as he met + the shock. Charnock struck him with his shoulder and forced him backwards + by the weight of the bag. The mud slipped under his feet; he staggered and + clawed at the bank, but his fingers found no hold. They plowed through the + miry gravel, and falling face downwards, he rolled down the hill. + </p> + <p> + Charnock lurched across the gully and stopped when he reached the shelf. + Wilkinson had swung round on his descent and his head was lowest. He was + sliding down rather slower, and there were some trees not far off. + Charnock did not care if he brought up among them or not, and watched with + a curious dispassionate interest. The fellow looked ridiculous as he went + down, scattering the gravel with his hands. He was in some danger, but + this was his affair. + </p> + <p> + Wilkinson rolled against the thin branches of a half-buried tree, which + caught and turned him partly round. The branches broke and he went down + sideways, until he and a wave of loosened gravel struck another tree. This + stopped him, and Charnock plodded on until he was off the shelf. + </p> + <p> + “Better go down and fetch him, boys,” he shouted to the other men. “I + reckon he's not much the worse, except in temper, and you'll find a rope a + piece back up the track.” + </p> + <p> + He saw them start and then resumed his journey. Whether he was hurt or + not, Wilkinson could talk, for he was pouring out scurrilous epithets. + Charnock laughed as he stamped through the mud. His antagonist had got the + worst of it, and there was a satisfactory explanation of their quarrel. + They had met on a narrow path and neither would give way, but as Charnock + was carrying the load he had put the other in the wrong. Wilkinson could + not revenge himself by circulating the story he had told before because it + would interest nobody at the camp, and Charnock's friendship with Festing + would prove it untrue. In fact, he imagined Wilkinson would think it + prudent to leave him alone. + </p> + <p> + He delivered the bag, and going back stopped at a spot where Festing and + some others were fitting the end of a heavy beam into a pole. Charnock + watched while the men dragged out the beam and then replaced it after + deepening the hole. They were splashed and dirty, and presently Festing + leaned upon his shovel while he got his breath. + </p> + <p> + “You seem determined to fix it properly,” Charnock remarked. + </p> + <p> + Festing nodded. “There's no use in piling rock about half-bedded frames. + It would mean trouble if they gave way under a freight train.” + </p> + <p> + “You look ahead. The first difficulty is that if the frames don't hold up, + you won't get paid. The engineers are responsible after the regular + traffic starts, and I've no doubt they test a contractor's work. You would + save something in wages if you built a pile-driver to sink those posts.” + </p> + <p> + “I haven't the men or time. If I don't get this part of the work done + before the frost comes, it's going to cost me more. It would mean using + powder and making fires to thaw out the ground.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock agreed and went on. He had been long enough over his errand and + the foreman's tongue was sharp, but he mused about Festing as he picked + his way across the pools between the ties. Festing's object was to make + money, and he imagined, perhaps foolishly, that he had urgent ground for + doing so, but he meant to make a good job. He felt his responsibility, and + apart from this took a curious delight in doing things well. In fact, + Festing's thoroughness was rather fine; he was an artist in his way. The + artist's methods, however, were not as a rule profitable when applied to + contract work. Then Charnock's meditations were rudely disturbed, for he + heard a shout and saw the foreman had noted his cautious advance. + </p> + <p> + “Watch him coming, boys!” the latter remarked. “Like a blamed cat that's + scared of wetting its pretty feet! Say, do you want a private car to move + you along the track? Jump now and load up that trolley, you soft-bodied + slob!” + </p> + <p> + Charnock obeyed, promptly and silently. He had, at first, responded to + encouragement of this kind by a witty retort, but had found the + consequences unfortunate. There was no use in wasting delicate satire on a + dolt. Besides, it was a relief to feel he was getting better and was able + to work. + </p> + <p> + In the afternoon, he had occasion to pass the spot where Festing was + occupied, and stopped to watch. The men were getting a big log on end; two + steadying it and supporting part of the weight by a tackle fixed to its + top, while Festing and another guided its foot into a hole. The ground was + wet and slippery and their task looked almost beyond their strength, but + Charnock knew he would get into trouble if he were seen going to their + help. Since he was not in view of the foreman where he stood on top of the + bank, it was prudent to remain there. + </p> + <p> + The log swayed as its point caught a stone, and Festing's hands slipped on + the muddy bank. He shouted to the men at the tackle, who bent their backs + and hauled, but the timber did not rise as it ought. Charnock, looking + round, noted that the stake the tackle was fastened to was pulling out. + </p> + <p> + “Get from under! She's coming down on top of you!” he cried. + </p> + <p> + Festing looked up and saw the danger; but if the log fell it would not + stop until it and the tackle plunged into the rapid below. + </p> + <p> + “Stay with it!” he gasped; and he and his companions braced themselves + against the crushing weight. + </p> + <p> + The veins rose on his forehead. His back was arched and his wet slickers + split, but it was plain to Charnock that the men could not hold up the + timber, which would injure them if it fell. But with help they might + perhaps move it enough for the point to sink into the hole before the + tackle gave way, and Charnock leaped recklessly from the top of the bank. + He knew what he was undertaking when he took hold. Festing would not let + go; he meant to put the log into its socket, or let it start on its plunge + to the river over his body. + </p> + <p> + For a few tense moments they struggled savagely, with slipping hands and + labored breath, while Festing, using his head as a ram, pushed the point + of the swaying mass nearer the hole. Then, when all could do no more, the + strain suddenly slackened and there was a jar as the log, sliding through + their arms, sank into the pit. After this, it was easier to hold it, while + one threw in and beat down the gravel. Five minutes later, Charnock sat + down on the bank. His face was crimson, his hands bled, and his chest + heaved as he fought for breath, but he felt ridiculously satisfied. + </p> + <p> + “Thanks!” gasped Festing. “Lucky you came along. I thought she was going!” + </p> + <p> + “Blamed silly thing not to let her go,” Charnock replied. “Some day your + confounded obstinacy will ruin you. Anyhow, we've put her in. Not bad for + a cripple!” + </p> + <p> + Then he sucked his torn fingers, and fearing that he might have to account + for the delay, went about his business. It was curious that the tense + exertion had not brought on the pain, but his back and shoulders were sore + when he went to Festing's shack in the evening. The small, earth-floored + room was dry and warm, and smelt pleasantly of resinous wood. They did not + light the lamp, for although it was dark the red glow of the fire + flickered about the walls. Charnock felt a comforting sensation of bodily + ease as he lounged in his chair, and when he had smoked a pipe told + Festing about his encounter with Wilkinson. + </p> + <p> + “I imagine the brute isn't hurt much, but don't know if I'm glad or not,” + he said. “He looked remarkably funny as he slid down the bank, with his + arms and legs spread out like a frog. Suppose I should have thought about + the risk of his tobogganing into the river, but I didn't.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I expect he deserves all he got, and remember the satisfaction it + gave me to throw him out of the poolroom. Looks as if we were primitive.” + </p> + <p> + “We're all primitive in this country,” Charnock rejoined. “They have no + use for philosophical refinement in Canada. Their objects are plain and + practical and they employ simple means. We're not bothered by the + conventions that handicap you at home. If a man hurts you, and you're big + enough, you knock him out.” + </p> + <p> + “We have both knocked out Wilkinson, but I'm not sure that we have done + with him. The simple plan's not always as easy as it looks.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't think he can make much trouble. If he does, one of us will knock + him out again. As it will hurt us less than it hurts him, he'll probably + get tired first.” + </p> + <p> + They let the matter drop, and Festing presently remarked: “The rain makes + things difficult, but it's lucky the frost keeps off. I must try to get + the frames up at the awkward places before it begins.” + </p> + <p> + “You haven't enough men.” + </p> + <p> + “I could use more. Still, one couldn't engage men to come here on short + notices, and if we get a long cold-snap I might have trouble to keep them + employed. I could, of course, use a number of men and teams hauling out + logs across the snow, but the heavier stuff won't be needed for some time, + and I can't lock up my money. The small man's trouble is generally to + finance his undertaking.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock looked thoughtful. “Yes; that's where the pinch comes. You can't + work economically unless you have capital. Sadie's a good business woman, + and she often said that if you want to save dollars, you must spend some.” + </p> + <p> + “Much depends on how you spend.” + </p> + <p> + “Just so,” said Charnock, smiling. “Betting against marked cards doesn't + pay, but I've stopped that kind of thing. However, I think I could get you + the money you need.” + </p> + <p> + Festing looked hard at him. “You have none.” + </p> + <p> + “Sadie has a pile. She'd give me enough with pleasure if she thought it + would help towards my reform. But if you take the dollars, you've got to + take me.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” said Festing. “But why do you want to join?” + </p> + <p> + “To begin with, I'm getting avaricious and want to go home with my wallet + full. Then I'm tired of my job. I suppose it's a foreman's privilege to + insult his gang, but the brute we've got is about the limit. He's + truculent but not very big, and some day, if I stop on, I'll pitch the hog + into the river. Then I'll certainly get fired, and there'll be an end to + my dreams of wealth.” + </p> + <p> + Festing was silent for a few moments. He understood Charnock better now, + and knew that when he was serious he often used a careless tone. Bob + wanted to help him as much as he wanted to help himself, and he saw no + reason to reject his plan. He must, however, be warned. + </p> + <p> + “If you join me, you run some risk of losing your money.” + </p> + <p> + “Of course. It's obvious that you don't think the risk very big, and I'm + willing to take a fighting chance.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know how big it is. That depends on the weather and accidents.” + </p> + <p> + “Exactly,” said Charnock. “If I join you with some money and teams, will + it lessen, or add to, the risk?” + </p> + <p> + “It will lessen the risk.” + </p> + <p> + “Will it reduce, or increase, your working costs?” + </p> + <p> + “I think the answer's obvious.” + </p> + <p> + “Then it looks as if you'd be foolish to turn my offer down.” + </p> + <p> + Festing got up and walked about irresolutely for a moment or two. Then he + stopped with some color in his face. + </p> + <p> + “I called you a shirker, Bob, and ordered Helen to leave you alone. Now I + see you're the better man and I'm a confounded, fault-finding prig. But + you're not vindictive, and we'll let that go. The trouble is, I'm + obstinate and sure of what I can do—at least, I was, though my + confidence has got shaken recently. Well, I think I can finish this + contract, but don't know. I've lost a good deal of money, and would hate + to feel I might lose yours.” + </p> + <p> + “That's the line you took with Helen,” Charnock rejoined. “I'm not + surprised that she was vexed, and since we're being frank, you're a little + too proud of yourself yet. Anyhow, I like a plunge; it's exhilarating, and + there's not much excitement in betting on a certainty.” He paused and + resumed with a twinkle: “Besides, if there is a loss, Sadie will stand for + it.” + </p> + <p> + Festing gave him a puzzled look, and he laughed. + </p> + <p> + “You don't understand yet? You're dull, Stephen. Now I'm not a greedy + fellow, and my chief use for dollars is to spend them. I want to take back + some money to show Sadie I've made good, and if we put this contract over + she'll be satisfied and you'll have her gratitude. That's why I mean to + make a job if I join you, and I imagine you're with me there. Well, + perhaps I've said enough. Is it a bargain?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Festing quietly, and they shook hands. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0023" id="link2HCH0023"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIII + </h2> + <h3> + CHARNOCK MAKES PROGRESS + </h3> + <p> + Deep snow covered the hillside and the pines, with lower branches bent, + rose in somber spires against the dazzling background. The river had + shrunk and the dark water rolled in angry turmoil between ice-glazed + rocks. Streaks of gray haze rose a foot or two into the nipping air, and + the clash of shovels had a new, harsh ring. It was nearly dinner time, and + Festing noted that his men had not done much since breakfast as he walked + down the beaten hollow in the middle of the track. One could not tell how + long the cold-snap would last, but it had already embarrassed him. + </p> + <p> + He stopped above an excavation where Charnock and another were cutting a + hole in the frozen gravel. The former held a steel bar in blue, + frost-cracked hands and twisted it in the cavity while his companion + struck the end. He knelt, in a cramped pose, in the snow, and Festing + smiled. Bob was fond of comfort, and it was strange to see him occupied + like this. Then, noting the length of the bar, he thought they would not + sink the hole deep enough for the blasting charge before dinner, which was + unfortunate, because the powder fumes are poisonous and would hang about + the spot for some time. + </p> + <p> + A few moments later the whistle blew, but Charnock and his companion did + not stop, and Festing heard the thud of the hammer as he went on. This + rather puzzled him. The work was hard and he had not expected Charnock's + assistant to continue his task longer than he need. Festing was + fastidiously just, and thought it shabby to steal a workman's time; + moreover, he imagined that if he had asked the fellow to go on after the + whistle blew he would have refused. + </p> + <p> + Curiosity led him to wait farther along the track until the thud of the + hammer stopped. It looked as if Charnock was putting in the dynamite, and + Festing hoped he would be careful with the detonator. By and by he heard a + warning shout, and a moment or two afterwards saw a blaze of light. Then + there was a curious sharp report, and pieces of broken rock splashed into + the river. The gorge rang with echoes and a mass of gravel roared down the + slope. It was obviously a good shot and had moved more spoil than Festing + expected. A glance at his watch showed that the others had given up a + quarter of an hour of their short noon rest. + </p> + <p> + Festing set off again, and in the meantime, Charnock, holding his breath + as he stood on the snowy bank, looked down into the hole the explosion had + made. + </p> + <p> + “I think we've made a first-class job,” he said, stepping back out of + reach of the fumes. “I like the company's taste in powder.” + </p> + <p> + “It's better than ours,” his companion agreed with a chuckle. + </p> + <p> + “Much better. The company is richer than us. It would have saved us some + hard work if you had hooked a few more sticks.” + </p> + <p> + “They're a mean crowd,” said the other. “Blamed suspicious how they tally + out their stores, but I'll see what I can do. I'd sooner use good powder + than cut frozen gravel with the pick.” + </p> + <p> + “The pick's no tool for white men. We won't use it unless we're forced,” + Charnock answered, and both laughed. + </p> + <p> + He went to the shack, and while they were at dinner Festing asked: “How + did you persuade Jim Brown to stop until you fired the shot?” + </p> + <p> + “I didn't persuade him. I took it for granted he would stop.” + </p> + <p> + “He's a good man, but sometimes sulky if one wants him to do what he + thinks is outside his job. I don't imagine I'd have found him so obliging + if I'd asked him to keep on.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock laughed. “Perhaps not; our methods are different. You would have + explained logically why the thing ought to be finished; but that's a + mistake. There are not so many logical people as you think. Instead of + arguing, I made a silly joke.” + </p> + <p> + “You certainly get on with the boys,” said Festing thoughtfully. + </p> + <p> + “They're a careless, irresponsible crowd. I'm irresponsible, too, and they + understand me. They trust you, but you sometimes puzzle them. Perhaps that + accounts for the thing.” + </p> + <p> + Festing talked about something else until they went back to work. Next + morning he climbed the hill to a level bench where some of his men were + busy hauling logs to the top of the skids. It was easier to move the big + trunks across the snow, and he had seized the opportunity to get some out, + but was surprised when he saw the number ready to be sent down. While he + examined them, Charnock, sprinkled with dusty snow, came up, leading a + heavy Percheron team. They dragged a log into place, and then Charnock + unhooked the chain and beat his hands. His skin-coat was ragged and his + fur-cap battered, but he looked alert and virile as he stood by the + steaming horses' heads. The gray trunks of the pines made a good + background for his tall figure, which had an almost statuesque grace. + </p> + <p> + “You look very well, Bob,” Festing remarked. “It's obvious that the pain + has gone.” + </p> + <p> + “It won't come back while the dry weather lasts; I don't know about + afterwards. These are pretty good logs.” + </p> + <p> + “I was wondering how you were able to bring up so many.” + </p> + <p> + “They're here; that's the main thing. You can look after other matters and + leave this to me.” + </p> + <p> + “If you don't mind, I'd like to see how you did it,” Festing replied. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, well! You're a persistent fellow; I suppose you had better come + along.” + </p> + <p> + Festing went with him and stopped where a gang of men were at work among + the fallen trees. Two, swaying backwards and forward with rhythmic + precision, dragged a big crosscut-saw through a massive trunk. Others + swung bright axes, and the wood rang with the noise of their activity. All + were usefully employed, but there were more of them than Festing expected. + </p> + <p> + “The two boys with the cantpoles belong to the contractor's bridge-gang,” + he said. “What are they doing here?” + </p> + <p> + “I think I told you Norton said I could have them when we were moving the + big poles,” Charnock replied. “He saw I needed help.” + </p> + <p> + “But that was some days since. He sent them to help at a particular job + which you have finished.” + </p> + <p> + “He hasn't asked me to send them back. Looks as if he'd forgotten them. + Anyhow, they're useful.” + </p> + <p> + “We have no right to keep the men. How did you get them to stop?” + </p> + <p> + “That was easy,” said Charnock. “The cooking at the bunk-house isn't very + good, and I told our man to find out what they liked. In fact, I said we'd + stand for it if he put up a better hash.” + </p> + <p> + Festing laughed. The plan was characteristic of Bob's methods. + </p> + <p> + “You must send them back,” he said, and went away, doubting if Bob would + do so. + </p> + <p> + For all that, he admitted that Charnock was doing well. He stuck to his + work, and had a talent for handling men. Nobody was at all afraid of him; + but his sympathetic forbearance with his helpers' weaknesses and his + whimsical humor seemed to pay much better than bullying. He made a joke + where Festing frowned, but the latter felt thoughtful as he went + down-hill. One must make allowance, but Bob was something of a + responsibility. + </p> + <p> + A week later, he got a jar as he stood with Charnock beside a part of the + track they had laboriously underpinned. The ballast train was coming down, + filling the valley with its roar, and the beaten snow heaved among the + ties as the big cars rolled by. The rails sank beneath the wheels and then + sprang up until the load on the next axle pressed them down again; the + snow flaked off the side of the road-bed, which was built up with broken + rock. Festing thought the movement was too marked and waited for the + locomotive, which was coupled to the back of the train. + </p> + <p> + The engine was of the ponderous, mountain type, but it ran smoothly, with + steam cut off, and although the ground trembled and the rails groaned as + it passed, there was no threatening disturbance. + </p> + <p> + “The bank's holding up, and this was about the worst spot,” Charnock + remarked. “We had some trouble in bedding the king posts in the slippery + stuff.” + </p> + <p> + Then Kerr gave them a nod as he went by. “Looks pretty good, and they have + a full load on the cars.” + </p> + <p> + “I think we'll wait until the train comes back,” Festing said to Charnock. + “The engineer will open the throttle wide to pull her up the grade.” + </p> + <p> + They sat down in a hollow of the bank, for a bitter wind blew through the + gorge, and after a time the roar of falling gravel echoed among the pines. + Then there was a heavy snorting and the locomotive came round a curve, + rocking and belching out black smoke. The cars banged and rattled, slowing + with jarred couplings and rolling on when the driving wheels gripped. + Festing waited anxiously, because the wheels of a locomotive when driven + hard strikes what is called a hammer blow. + </p> + <p> + By and by the ground began to throb; the vibration got sharper, and + Festing watched the track as the engine passed. Cinders rattled about him, + there was a mist of snow, but he saw the cross-ties start and the rails + spring up and down. Then the clanging cars sped past, and when they had + gone he climbed down the side of the bank. + </p> + <p> + It was now bare of snow and one could see the stones. Two or three had + fallen, and the edges of the others were a little out of line. The + unevenness was marked, and although one or two of the heads of the timbers + had moved, the movement might not have caught Festing's eye had he not + known the treacherous nature of their support. He did not think anybody + else would notice that they were not quite in their proper place. + </p> + <p> + “I'm afraid we're up against trouble, Bob,” he said. + </p> + <p> + Charnock looked unusually thoughtful. “The engineer had to start from a + dead stop and turn on full steam. That made the jarring worse, but it + wouldn't happen with the ordinary traffic.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps not,” Festing agreed. “Still, you see, the frequent repetition of + a smaller shock—” + </p> + <p> + Charnock stopped him. “It's those confounded posts! If we pull them out, + we'll have to cut down to the rock to find a solid bed, and there's a mass + of stone to move. What would the job cost?” + </p> + <p> + He said nothing for a minute after Festing told him, and then remarked: + “It's Kerr's business to find fault, and he looked satisfied.” + </p> + <p> + “He doesn't know as much about it as we do.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I wish we knew less. How long do you think the track would stand if + we left it alone?” + </p> + <p> + “Until we got paid,” said Festing. “It might stand for some time + afterwards.” + </p> + <p> + He fixed his eyes on Charnock and waited. Bob had expressed some + praiseworthy sentiments about making a good job, but this was a different + thing from living up to them when it would cost him much. What they ought + to do was plain, but Festing admitted that the sacrifice required an + effort. Then, somewhat to his surprise, Charnock looked up with a smile. + </p> + <p> + “You're not sure of me yet, Stephen, and I don't know that you can be + blamed. It's a nasty knock, but we have got to bear it. Stop there a few + minutes.” + </p> + <p> + “Where are you going?” + </p> + <p> + “To bring Kerr back and show him the damage. He'll have to lay off the + gravel gang while we pull down the bank.” + </p> + <p> + Festing waited. Bob would stand by him, but he felt anxious. It would be + an expensive business to rebuild the track and the frost would make things + worse. In fact, if they had any more trouble of the kind, they might be + ruined. Then he got up as he saw Kerr coming along the line. + </p> + <p> + In an hour or two the rails were up and they began to pull down the + rockwork that faced the bank. The ragged stones cut their numbed hands, + their backs ached with lifting heavy weights, and they stumbled under the + loads they carried up the snowy incline. They had, however, help enough, + for Charnock went away for a time and came back with three or four men + from the construction gang. Festing noted that although he made them + useful, he did not give them the hardest work. He refrained from asking + how Charnock got the men, but was not surprised when the foreman arrived + and inquired in forcible language what they were doing there. + </p> + <p> + “Let me answer him,” said Charnock. “I feel in the mood. It's my first + chance of letting myself go; as long as you're working for wages the + advantage is with the boss. Besides, I think I ought to do something for + the boys, who can't talk back.” + </p> + <p> + Festing admitted that he talked very well. Charnock had a keen eye for the + ridiculous and a pretty wit, and was no longer handicapped by the fear of + being dismissed. While the foreman replied with coarse but rather + meaningless abuse, Charnock's retorts had a definite aim and hit their + mark. He indicated with humorous skill the defects in his antagonist's + looks and character, and Festing's gang laughed uproariously, while the + borrowed workmen applauded as loudly as they durst. At length, the + foreman, breathless and red in face, gave up the unequal contest and + returned to his first question. + </p> + <p> + “If you came for an argument, you've got it, and I can go on for some time + yet,” Charnock replied. “However, if you really want to know why the boys + are helping me, you can ask Mr. Norton at the bridge.” + </p> + <p> + The foreman retired, muttering, but not towards the bridge, and Festing + looked hard at Charnock. + </p> + <p> + “I was anxious for a moment,” Charnock admitted. “But I didn't think he'd + go. For one thing, I knew he knows Norton doesn't like him.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I'll leave you to deal with Norton if he hears about the matter. Now + you have had your amusement, we had better get on.” + </p> + <p> + The short rest and laughter had refreshed the gang and they made good + progress. As the holes between the frames deepened, the work got harder + and the footing bad, because they were forced to stand on slippery ledges + while they passed the heavy stones from man to man. Charnock was ready + with jocular sympathy if one fell or a stone bruised somebody's hand, and + his jokes spurred on the weary. It got dark soon in the hollow, but as the + light faded the flame of a powerful blast-lamp sprang up and threw out a + dazzling glare. The lamp belonged to the company, and Festing did not ask + Charnock how he had got it. Bob had his own methods, and it was better to + leave him alone. When the whistle blew, the latter turned to the borrowed + men. + </p> + <p> + “Go to our shack, boys, and get supper there. I told the cook to fix up + something extra, and dare say you'll find it better hash than yours. I'd + like you to come back to-morrow, but am afraid it's risky.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0024" id="link2HCH0024"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIV + </h2> + <h3> + THE CHINOOK WIND + </h3> + <p> + The frost got more rigorous, drying the snow to a dusty powder in which + Festing's lumber gang floundered awkwardly. Had there been a thaw, the + surface would have hardened, but now they were forced to move the logs + through loose, billowy drifts. The men sank to their knees, it was + difficult to find a fulcrum for the handspikes, and the logs would not run + well on the beaten roads. The latter broke into holes, and the dry snow + retarded the smooth sliding of the lumber like dust. One could not touch a + saw or ax-head with the naked hand. + </p> + <p> + Festing had seen that he might be embarrassed by hard frost, but had not + expected it to continue. On the central tablelands of British Columbia + winter is severe, but near the coast and in valleys open to the West the + mitigating warmth of the Pacific is often felt. He had imagined that when + his work upon the track was hindered the snow would help him to bring down + lumber ready for use when a thaw set in. Now, however, wages were mounting + up and little work was being done. He began to wonder what would happen if + a change did not come. + </p> + <p> + One morning he knelt in a hole below the track, holding a drill. He wore + mittens, but the back of one was split and showed a raw bruise on his + skin. It needs practise to hit the end of a drill squarely, and Charnock, + who swung the big hammer, had missed. The worst was that the bruise would + not heal while the temperature kept low. They were sinking a hole through + frozen gravel that was worse to cut than rock, because the drill jambed in + the crevices and would not turn. But for the frost, they need not have + used the tool; a hole for the post they meant to put in could have been + made with a shovel, without using expensive powder. + </p> + <p> + When he thought they had gone deep enough Festing got up and looked about. + White peaks glittered against a vivid blue sky. The pines sparkled with + frost and the snow in their shadow was a soft gray. The river looked as + black as ink, except where it foamed among the rocks, and the gorge echoed + with the crash of drifting ice that shocked and splintered on the ledges. + The light was strong, and rocks and trees far up the slopes stood out, + harshly distinct. As he turned to the West, however, he noted a faint + haziness and shading off in the outline of the hills. + </p> + <p> + “I don't know if that softness means anything, and hardly believe it + does,” he said. “When I made up the wages book last night and saw what the + work we have been able to do has cost us, I got a shock. The boys are a + pretty good crowd, and if we pay them off we won't get them back; but it's + obvious we can't go on long like this.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock nodded. “How much money have we left?” + </p> + <p> + When Festing told him he looked thoughtful. “I didn't know things were + quite as bad! Well, I suppose I could get another cheque, but don't want + to put too much strain on Sadie's generosity. She might imagine I'd got on + a jag! There are drawbacks to having a character like mine; it's easier + lived up to than got rid of. However, what do you suggest?” + </p> + <p> + “We'll hold on while the money lasts.” + </p> + <p> + “The plan's simple, as far as it goes. It's remarkable how short a time + money does last and how hard it is to earn. Sadie misled me about that; + she used to hint that I had only to apply my talents and pick up the cash; + but since she's a business woman, she ought to have known better. The + virtuous path is about as rocky as luck can make it; but perhaps you take + something for granted if you allow that making money is virtuous.” + </p> + <p> + Festing frowned impatiently. “One ought to pay one's debts.” + </p> + <p> + “One's generally forced,” Charnock replied. “But I think I see what you + mean. We undertook this contract and must carry it out if possible. Sadie + would agree. She's like her father, and the old man often said: 'It's safe + to deal with Keller's. When you put up the money, we put up the goods.' + But let's get the powder.” + </p> + <p> + Opening a box, he took out a stick of yellow material that looked rather + like a thick candle. A big copper cap was squeezed into one end, and from + the cap there trailed a length of black fuse. Festing put the stick into + the hole and cautiously filled this up with frozen soil, leaving a short + piece of fuse sticking out. While he was feeling for his matches Kerr + arrived. + </p> + <p> + “You are making trouble for me,” the latter began. “You did the square + thing in pulling out the weak frames, but they're not replaced, and I + can't run the gravel train across the spot. As the back track is nearly + ballasted up, I don't know how I'm going to use the locomotive and cars.” + </p> + <p> + “The frost is stopping us,” said Festing. “It is not our fault.” + </p> + <p> + “That's so, but my chiefs at headquarters don't want to know whose fault + it is. Their method, as you ought to know, is statistical—we're + given a number of men and tools, and the value of the work done must equal + the expense. It's the only standard for judging an engineer. His business + is to overcome the difficulties, and if he's unable he's obviously of no + use.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock grinned. “Employers' logic! Piffle of that kind only goes when + there are more engineers than jobs. I imagine there'll be a change some + day.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm sorry Dalton's gone back,” Kerr resumed. “He's a friend of yours, and + would have seen what we're all up against. But there's another thing; the + boys are beginning to kick. We have had to lay off the ballast gang for a + day now and then, and they claim they're not getting a square deal. One + fellow told me we oughtn't to have given the contract to a man without + capital to carry him over a set-back. He said if you'd had money you could + have hired extra labor and kept to schedule, and in the end it wouldn't + have cost you more.” + </p> + <p> + “The argument is sound,” Festing agreed. “In fact, it shows more + understanding than I'd expect the boys to use.” + </p> + <p> + Kerr looked hard at him. “I suspect that somebody is stirring them up. You + see, they haven't demanded more wages yet; they only claim that I ought to + hustle you.” + </p> + <p> + “The fellow's object isn't very plain, but I've no doubt the demand for + bigger pay will come. Well, we can't hire more help, and if there's no + change soon, the frost will break us without your bothering. We'll do our + best until then.” + </p> + <p> + “We'll leave it at that,” said Kerr, with a sympathetic nod; and when he + went away Charnock turned to Festing. + </p> + <p> + “Wilkinson's the man, and as the boys have a real grievance he'll find + them easy to work on. That means I've got to write to Sadie.” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Festing. “If you write, I stop. Your wife has sent you money + enough, and I'm afraid some of it is lost. We must trust to luck, and in + the meantime we'll fire the shot.” + </p> + <p> + He blew a whistle and then striking a match lighted the fuse and hurried + away. A minute or two later, lumps of frozen gravel flew about the track + and showers of smaller fragments scattered the snow. As Festing came out + of his shelter a man with an angry look advanced along the line. + </p> + <p> + “Why don't you warn folks before you shoot off your rocks?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “My partner whistled,” Charnock answered. “What's the matter, anyhow? Did + the shot jar your nerves?” + </p> + <p> + “A rock a foot across mighty near jarred my head! A smaller piece got me + plumb on the ribs.” + </p> + <p> + Festing thought this unlikely, in view of the fellow's distance from the + explosion, but could not be certain he was not struck. + </p> + <p> + “I'm sorry if you got hurt,” he said. “You ought to have heard the + whistle.” + </p> + <p> + “Anyhow, I didn't. You want to stop shooting rocks when there are men + around. Then you've mussed up the track and can't put her straight. Why + don't you hire more boys and rush the job? Can't see why the bosses let + two deadbeats like you and your partner have the contract!” + </p> + <p> + “We have got it. How we mean to carry it out is our business, not yours.” + </p> + <p> + “Then it's certainly our business if we work or not,” the other rejoined. + “As the bosses will find out if they reckon we're going to lose our time + to help you save your dollars!” + </p> + <p> + He went away grumbling, and Charnock looked at Festing. + </p> + <p> + “Was that bluff? Do you think he means it?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know. They haven't lost much time through our fault, but the + frost has interfered with other jobs, and I expect there'll be trouble if + it lasts. I'm puzzled, because they're not a bad-tempered lot, and I + understand that Wilkinson is not a favorite. Your throwing him down the + bank wouldn't strengthen his influence.” + </p> + <p> + “It's easy to work on men's feelings when they're discontented,” Charnock + replied. “The worst is that Kerr can't stand by us if the gang put down + their tools. Labor's scarce in the mountains, and he'll be forced to do + what they want.” + </p> + <p> + Festing gloomily agreed. “I'm afraid so. However, we must do the best we + can in the time we have left.” + </p> + <p> + They worked by a blast-lamp until late at night and began again before + daybreak in the morning. The weakened frame had been replaced, but others + needed strengthening and the rockwork must be built up among the timbers. + The stones required careful fitting, and it was impossible to dress them + to rough shape. The frozen surface resisted the tool and they broke if + much force was used. Fires were made, but the rock thawed irregularly and + much time was lost. + </p> + <p> + Festing's bruised hand gave him trouble, his mittens wore to rags, and his + numbed fingers cracked and bled, but he worked savagely until evening. + Then he walked stiffly to the shack and sat, dejected and aching, looking + at the food on the table. Although he had eaten little all day, it cost + him something of an effort to begin his meal. + </p> + <p> + An hour afterward he heard steps and voices outside and opened the door. + The light shone out from behind him and he saw a group of dark figures in + the snow. + </p> + <p> + “Well, boys,” he asked, “what do you want?” + </p> + <p> + “We want to know when you're going to fix the track,” one replied. + </p> + <p> + “That's easily answered. We mean to put it right as soon as we can.” + </p> + <p> + “Not good enough!” remarked another. “We've got to know when.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I'm sorry I can't tell you. It depends on the weather.” + </p> + <p> + Some of them growled, and Festing felt Charnock's hand close warningly on + his arm. + </p> + <p> + “Won't you come into the light, boys?” the latter asked. “I'd like to know + to whom I'm talking.” + </p> + <p> + They did not move, and Charnock resumed: “Have you brought your foreman or + Wilkinson?” + </p> + <p> + Somebody said neither had come, and Charnock nodded. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I reckon they know what's best for them! Wilkinson doesn't like me, + but he's not looking for more trouble; I imagine he's had enough. Then the + foreman's not a friend of mine, but he has a better job than yours and + means to hold it down. If you get up against the bosses, he's not going to + be fired.” + </p> + <p> + There was silence, and he saw his remarks had not been wasted. He had + hinted that the men were being used and given them ground to distrust + their leaders. + </p> + <p> + “I half expected another fellow, a friend of Wilkinson's, who claimed he + had been hit by a stone. Has he come along?” + </p> + <p> + “Said he was too sore and would have to lay off to-morrow,” one replied. + “That's another thing. When you shoot off your blasts you have got to + watch out that nobody gets hurt.” + </p> + <p> + “Sure,” agreed Charnock. “We did watch out and blew the whistle; but we + want to do the square thing. If Pearson got hurt and can't work, let him + show you the bruise. We'll stand for his pay until you think he's fit to + begin again.” + </p> + <p> + “That's fair,” admitted the other with a laugh. “He wasn't showing the + bruise much. Say, you're pretty smart!” + </p> + <p> + “I hope so,” said Charnock, modestly. “Looks as if I needed all the + smartness I've got. We're up against the weather and a big awkward job, + and then you come along and worry us! However, what are you going to do + about it if we can't put the rails down as soon as you want?” + </p> + <p> + “We'll make the bosses break your contract.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock pondered, keeping his hand on Festing's arm, because he thought + he could handle the matter better than his comrade. Festing was too blunt + and sometimes got angry. He saw that the men were determined, but while + they had, no doubt, been worked upon, he thought they had no personal + grudge against him or his partner. + </p> + <p> + “There's only one way you could put the screw to the bosses, and that + way's dangerous. The <i>Colonist</i> states that they have a number of men + unemployed in the coast towns. If Kerr wrote to a labor agent, he'd send + him up a crowd.” + </p> + <p> + “It would cost him high to bring the men here, and take some time.” + </p> + <p> + “That is so,” Charnock agreed. He saw the others had made their plans and + calculated the pressure they could put upon the engineers. Time was + important, and he thought the foreman had helped them to estimate the + expense the company would incur by the delay before they could get new + men. + </p> + <p> + “Putting down your tools would cost you something,” he resumed. “How long + do you imagine it would take to persuade Kerr?” + </p> + <p> + “I guess a week would fix him; he wouldn't stand for a fortnight.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well! I don't suppose your object is to put us off the road; you + want what you're entitled to. So do we all, and though it's often + troublesome to get, there's no use in taking the hardest way. If you stop, + you lose a fortnight's wages and somebody will get fired. Not now, of + course, but afterwards; the bosses know their job. Well, give us ten days, + and the time you miss won't run to many dollars. If we can't put the rails + down then, we'll quit.” + </p> + <p> + There was silence for a moment, and then somebody said, “We'll let it go + at that. It's a deal!” + </p> + <p> + The others growled consent and Charnock waited until they moved away, + after which he shut the door and sat down wearily. + </p> + <p> + “You took the right line,” Festing said. + </p> + <p> + “I hesitated about fixing the time, but we can't go on much longer.” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Festing. “Well, we have ten days!” + </p> + <p> + They said nothing more and soon afterwards went to bed. Next morning there + was a marked haziness in the west, but the frost was keener. It looked as + if they must be beaten, although they meant to fight until defeat was + sure, and Festing was surprised when he glanced at his comrade. This was + not the careless lounger he had known. Charnock's face was grim and + somewhat pinched; his hands were torn and bruised. He picked the heaviest + stones to lift and was the first to take hold of ponderous beams. Festing + owned that he had misjudged Charnock, but not more than he had misjudged + himself. His farming had been a rash experiment and the contract a + reckless gamble; the one threatened to end as badly as the other. Then Bob + had somehow kept his wife's love, and he, with senseless obstinacy, had + estranged Helen. + </p> + <p> + His thoughts were depressing, but they drove him on. Hope was dead; he had + made a horrible mess of things. All that was left was to take his + punishment and hold on until he was knocked out, but he meant to do this. + He did not stop for dinner with the rest, but occupied himself with + something that needed doing, and forgot that he had gone without the meal. + Afterwards a pain began in his left side, but he had other aches, and the + extra discomfort did not trouble him much. In the afternoon he worked with + a kind of sudden fury, and when at length the tired men dropped their + tools found some difficulty in straightening his back. He had never used + his muscles as he had done for the past few days, but the strain would + soon be over. + </p> + <p> + It was unusually dark when he went up the hill to the shack. The pines + rose in blurred masses from the shadowy snow and he could not see the + hollow of the path. Supper was a melancholy meal, but he ate because he + was hungry, and afterwards dragged his chair to the fire. There was a + great pile of crackling logs and the blaze flickered about the room, but + bitter draughts came in beneath the door. + </p> + <p> + “An open fire's of no use; I thought about getting a stove,” he said, and + paused with a dreary smile. “It's lucky I didn't send the order!” + </p> + <p> + “You may need it yet,” Charnock replied. “Somehow we'll put the rails down + in time.” + </p> + <p> + Festing did not answer and picked up a newspaper. He did not want to read, + but could not sleep, although he was very tired, and felt he must have + some relief from his anxious thoughts. The newspaper was a <i>Colonist</i> + that had left Victoria some days before, and he read it methodically from + the first column, trying to fix his attention on things that had happened + in remote mining settlements and market reports. His efforts were + mechanical, but he long afterwards remembered what he read and how he + dully followed the arguments in an article on political reform. Indeed, + when he saw the <i>Colonist</i> his imagination carried him back to the + log-walled hut, and he felt something of the dazed hopelessness that + blunted his senses then. + </p> + <p> + In the meantime, Charnock, half asleep, lounged with his legs stretched + out to the fire. The logs snapped and a fitful wind stirred the tops of + the pines. Now and then some snow fell from a branch and a loose roofing + shingle rattled, but by degrees the sounds died away. Everything was + strangely quiet, except for the roar of the river, which had got more + distinct. Charnock shivered and felt a puzzling tension. It was often calm + at night, particularly in hard frost, but he felt as if something was + going to happen. Looking up, he saw Festing nod with his eyes half shut, + and felt for his tobacco. + </p> + <p> + While he cut the plug, the silence was broken. There was a humming in the + pine tops and light branches began to toss. The draught from the door got + stronger, but did not bite as keenly, and it sounded as if the snow was + falling from the trees. Then some slipped down the roof, and getting up + with tingling nerves, he opened the door. All the trees were rustling and + waves of sound came up the valley. The sound swelled, the air felt damp, + and a drop of moisture from the roof splashed upon his head. He drew a + deep breath of relief, for a warm wind from the Pacific was roaring + through the defile. Then Festing dropped the newspaper. + </p> + <p> + “Why have you opened the door?” he asked drowsily, and got up with a jerk + as the draught swept the smoke about the room. + </p> + <p> + “A Chinook!” he exclaimed, and ran to the door. “We'll have rain and + warmth while it blows.” + </p> + <p> + “It's great!” said Charnock hoarsely. “We are through the worst!” Then he + caught Festing's arm and laughed. “Say something wise, partner; I want to + shout and dance.” + </p> + <p> + “You had better go to bed. It will be thawing hard to-morrow, and there's + much to be done. A Chinook doesn't last long in the mountains.” + </p> + <p> + “This Chinook is going to last until we put the rails down,” Charnock + replied. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0025" id="link2HCH0025"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXV + </h2> + <h3> + THE THAW + </h3> + <p> + When Festing went out at daybreak the air was soft, and drops from the wet + pines fell into the honeycombed snow. The surface was turning to slush, + but he knew it would wear down into a slippery mass on which the logs + would run. This was fortunate, because he doubted if labor could be + usefully employed upon the stones just yet. For a few moments he pondered + the matter and listened to the river's turmoil. The deep, booming note was + sharper, water splashed noisily in the gullies, and there was a ringing + crash as an ice-floe broke upon a rock. Then he turned as Charnock came + up. + </p> + <p> + “Which is it—logs or stones?” the latter asked. + </p> + <p> + “Logs, I think; we can handle them easily,” Festing replied. “The other + job is urgent, but the thaw has only begun, and when the ground gets + properly soft we'll do twice as much as we could now. Still, there's a + risk. We could make some progress with the track, and the warm spell + mayn't last.” + </p> + <p> + “Take the risk,” said Charnock with a laugh. “There's not much fun in + playing for safety, and you don't get far that way, while when you try to + foresee things you generally see them wrong. But let's be practical! As + soon as the ground is soft enough we'll ask leave to hire half the gravel + gang. That will make friends of the opposition and won't put up our wages + bill. If you double your helpers, you halve the working hours.” + </p> + <p> + “Obviously. But you have to pay the larger number all at once. Where's the + money coming from?” + </p> + <p> + “From the head contractor. We'll try to make Norton sign for an interim + payment. Let's go and see him.” + </p> + <p> + Festing was doubtful, but they found Norton, the contractor's engineer, + more compliant than he hoped. + </p> + <p> + “I suppose you are entitled to ask for a sum on account, but I'd take some + responsibility in allowing the demand,” he said. “Why did you come to me + now?” + </p> + <p> + “We want to be just,” Charnock answered modestly. “At present, there's no + prospect of our finishing the work we ask the money for.” + </p> + <p> + “It doesn't go much beyond a prospect yet,” Norton rejoined. “However, + I'll help you if I can, and will see what Kerr thinks. He's the man we + have both to satisfy in the end.” + </p> + <p> + They went to work up the hill in the melting snow, and soon their clothes + were dripping and their long boots soaked. At first, the logs vanished in + the drifts through which they tried to roll them, and the horses slipped + and floundered in the slush, but this flowed away and left a harder layer + that was presently beaten firm. The surface turned black and compressed + into ice, and before long rows of heavy logs plunged down the skids. Every + moment must be turned to good account, and Festing stopped and went down + reluctantly when Kerr sent for him. + </p> + <p> + “I've seen Norton and he thinks we ought to help you out,” Kerr remarked. + “Though he argues from single instances, his judgment's often good, and he + seems convinced you can be trusted because you saved a skip of his. Of + course, I had my opinion; but as he represents the contractor you are + working for, I couldn't urge him.” + </p> + <p> + “Thanks!” said Festing. “I wish I'd brought Charnock; he'd deal with this + better.” + </p> + <p> + Kerr laughed. “Your partner has some talents and seems to have made Norton + and my storekeepers his friends. If he hadn't, there might have been + trouble about certain irregularities. However, you can have the gravel + gang if I'm forced to lay the boys off, and as soon as we can run the + train over the repaired track you'll get your cheque.” + </p> + <p> + Festing went away, feeling satisfied, but not without some anxiety. He + could not urge Norton to go farther than his employer would approve, and + the payment agreed upon was small. Besides, if the frost returned before + he had made the track secure, he would have spent enough money in extra + wages to prevent his going on, and should this happen it might be + difficult to obtain payment for other work already completed. He would be + at the mercy of Norton's employer, who might contend that by throwing up + his contract he had forfeited his claim. It was obvious that he must make + the utmost use of every hour of open weather, and for the rest of the day + he worked with a stubborn energy that conquered fatigue. + </p> + <p> + For a time, the logs went screaming and grinding down the skids, but + darkness made launching them dangerous, and they could not light the + lumber road on the hill. They worked in the dark, rolling out the sawn + trunks from among the brush and melting snow until there was room to hook + on the team. Then the driver, walking by his horses' heads, felt with his + feet for the hollowed track, and losing it now and then embedded his load + in snow. Then he called for help, and men with cantpoles laboriously hove + the ponderous mass back to the road. + </p> + <p> + The work was worse on the inclines, where the logs ran smoothly and there + was a risk of their overtaking the horses. Rain had begun to fall and one + could not see the obstacles, but there were pitches where one must go fast + in order to keep in front of the dangerous loads. But risks must be run in + lumbering, and Festing felt that rashness was justified. Speed was the + thing that counted most. + </p> + <p> + When supper time drew near, men and horses were worn out, and Festing knew + that if he urged the former to continue he could not do much without the + teams. There were, however, a few logs he meant to haul to the skidway + before he stopped, and he had some misgivings when he started with the + last. It was an unusually large trunk, and the tired horses floundered as + they tightened the chain. Thawing snow when beaten hard is as slippery as + ice, but the animals kept their feet and the mass began to move. Festing + got a firm grip on the near horse's bridle and plodded forward cautiously, + with the rain in his face when he crossed the openings in the wood. The + snow reflected a puzzling glimmer, but the darkness was thick among the + trees, and drops from the shaking branches fell into his eyes. Turning his + hat-brim down, he felt for the edge of the trail. + </p> + <p> + By and by he stopped at the top of a descent. The gray snow looked all the + same, and the hollow track vanished a few yards in front; the rows of + trunks had faded into a vague dark mass, and the branches met overhead in + a thick canopy. The horses were big, valuable Percherons, but they were + exhausted and stood slackly, with steam rising from their foam-flecked + coats. Festing did not like the look of the dip, and knew the trees grew + close upon the track at the bottom, but he must go down, and shouted to + the hesitating animals. + </p> + <p> + They moved faster; the log grinding heavily across the snow behind. Then + the strain on the chain slackened, and he dragged at the bridle as he + began to run. The log could not be stopped now; it was moving faster than + he had thought, and all that he could do was to keep the team in front. + His feet slipped on the icy trail, and the horses floundered, but they + knew the danger and broke into a clumsy trot. It was hard to keep up, but + Festing must hold them to the track and steer them round a bend ahead. + </p> + <p> + The log lurched noisily across lumps and hollows, the chain made a harsh + clank, and the wood echoed the thud of heavy hoofs. Festing ran his best, + and imagined that he was running for the horses' lives and perhaps for + his. He durst not look round, and could only guess where the log was by + the noise. The blurred trees rolled back to him in a thick dark mass, but + he thought the gap he followed got narrower ahead. This was, no doubt, the + awkward spot where the trunks closed on the track, and there was a corner. + He must go on and trust to luck for getting round. + </p> + <p> + In a few moments he was almost at the corner, and although it was hard to + see, thought he distinguished a break in the dark wall of trees. One must + keep to the inside, on the right; but there was very little room, and if + he miscalculated, he or the horses would collide with a trunk. He smashed + through a bush that caught his foot, but his hold upon the bridle saved + him from a fall. It looked as if he had left the track and was plunging + into the wood. Then a black trunk became detached from the rest, + apparently straight in front. He did not mean to let go, although he might + be crushed between the horse's shoulder and the tree, and drew as close as + possible to the animal. Something brushed his coat, he felt a button torn + off, but the tree was passed. He knew where he was now, and thrusting hard + against the horse urged the animal towards the other side of the road. The + log ran into soft snow and slowed; there was more room here and the + steepest pitch was behind. A few minutes later, he reached the top of the + skids and sat down on the log, breathing fast and feeling badly shaken. + </p> + <p> + He frowned as he thought there was no physical reason he should feel + shaken. He was used to strenuous effort, and danger could not be avoided + when one engaged in construction work. It was mental strain that was + wearing him out; the constant endeavor to finish a task in less than the + necessary time. Want of money was, however, the main cause of his + difficulties, and when he had got his cheque it would be possible to take + things easier. Comforting himself with this reflection, he got up and led + the horses down-hill. + </p> + <p> + The clang of hammers and rattle of shovels rose from the gorge, sharply + distinct at times, but melting when the throb of the river swelled and a + gust roared among the trees. A dark skeleton of steel that stood out + against pulsating flame, with blurred reflections below, marked the + central pier of the bridge; the line of track was picked out by twinkling + fires. Then the scream of a whistle pierced the sound and the lights went + out. The men were going back to the bunk-house and Festing envied them. + Their work was finished for the day and they could rest, free from care, + until the whistle roused them to begin again. Many were, no doubt, tired, + but that was man's common lot, and muscular fatigue in moderation was no + hardship. The strain came when one had to make the dollars go round and + see that every effort paid its cost. Among the mountains, the cost was + high. + </p> + <p> + Charnock joined him when he was grooming the horses in the rude stable, + because the teams must be cared for before the men thought of food. Supper + was ready when they went in, and when they had eaten they sat by the + hearth, drying their damp clothes and enjoying the warmth. They had + scarcely spoken to one another during the day; as a rule, it was only + after supper one could indulge in talk. + </p> + <p> + Presently Charnock took his pipe from his mouth. “It's luxuriously warm, + but one can't expect the Chinook to last. I imagine we'll have some use + for a stove after all.” + </p> + <p> + “We're not out of danger yet,” Festing replied. “Norton's cheque has still + to be earned, but I begin to feel hopeful. If we can hold out for a few + more days, I think we'll turn the corner. Anyhow, the plan you made + prevents any trouble from Wilkinson for a time. Do you think he has had + enough and will leave us alone?” + </p> + <p> + “I can't tell, but it doesn't matter much. We mustn't exaggerate the + fellow's importance; he's a very poor sample of the theatrical villain. + Besides, I imagine you seldom meet the latter in real life; it's an + unnecessary part.” + </p> + <p> + “You mean we're up against enough without a plotting antagonist? Well, I + must agree. Considering the weather—” + </p> + <p> + Charnock stopped him with a smile. “I don't mean the weather, though one + can't leave that out. In a new country, man must make the best fight he + can against Nature; but she's not his worst enemy. It's our passions, our + virtues sometimes, that lead us into a coil. Looks as if they didn't want + much help from outside.” + </p> + <p> + “That kind of speculation's not much in my line.” + </p> + <p> + “Just so. You're what you call practical, and your mind runs upon the + number of yards of rockwork you can put up in a day or the logs you can + cut. Very useful, but it doesn't take you far enough. In fact, if you had + thought more about other matters, you wouldn't be here now. Nor would I.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm not sure I see your drift,” said Festing impatiently. “What's your + explanation for our being here?” + </p> + <p> + Charnock's eyes twinkled. “If you want the truth, it's because you're + something of an obstinate ass. Wilkinson had really nothing to do with it, + and the weather hasn't much. Your pride brought you and keeps you. You + took the wrong line with Helen, and then, knowing you were wrong, couldn't + force yourself to accept her help. However, I'll admit that we are a pair + of fools. I could have spent a lazy winter at the homestead if I'd liked.” + </p> + <p> + “You came to look for me,” Festing remarked with feeling. + </p> + <p> + “I did, but stayed to please myself. Thought I'd show Sadie what I could + do; felt virtuous about it at the time, but begin to suspect that vanity + pushed me on. Sadie would, no doubt, sooner have me safe at home. Anyhow, + I think I've proved my argument—we're here, doing unthinkable + things, freezing, sweating, getting thin, because of our own stupidity.” + </p> + <p> + “In a way, that is so,” Festing agreed. “Still, I can't go back until I + have finished this job.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps you had better not,” said Charnock dryly. “I imagine you wouldn't + be easy to live with it you felt you had come home because you had failed. + You might make good resolutions, but the thing would spoil your temper all + the same. The pinch comes when you try to carry good resolutions out.” + </p> + <p> + Festing got up and threw fresh wood on the fire. “If you have finished + philosophizing, we'll talk about something else.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm not going to talk about logs and wages,” Charnock replied. + </p> + <p> + “Very well. You haven't told me much about Wilkinson. He seems a clever + rascal. Do you think we have ground for being afraid of him?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't imagine he'd run much risk or make a sacrifice for the sake of + getting his revenge; that kind of thing isn't often done by normal people. + All the same, he doesn't like us, and if he found he could do us an injury + without much trouble, I dare say he'd seize the chance. On the whole, it + might be prudent to watch him. Now we'll let the matter go.” + </p> + <p> + Festing nodded, and they lounged in silence by the snapping fire. + </p> + <p> + Next morning they got to work upon the track, and on the following + afternoon, when the thaw had gone far enough into the ground, Charnock + went for the gravel gang. The men came willingly, although Wilkinson and + the foreman did not appear, and with the connivance of one Charnock + obtained several of the company's blast-lamps. They worked well, and when + they went away Festing was satisfied with what they had done. He imagined + that Kerr and Norton had put themselves to some inconvenience in order to + let him have the gang, and for the next two or three days he redoubled his + efforts. The strain was getting unbearable, but the thaw would not last, + and he must finish all the work the frost would delay while he could get + the men. When he dismissed his helpers, they parted on friendly terms; but + his look was grave that evening when he made up his accounts. + </p> + <p> + The wages had been a heavy drain, and he could not meet his storekeeper's + bills unless he got his cheque. The defective underpinning had, however, + been replaced or strengthened, and he expected that Kerr would test it + soon. If the work did not pass the test, he would be ruined, and would, + moreover, have involved Charnock in a serious loss. + </p> + <p> + It was about the middle of the morning when he stood with Kerr and his + partner beside the mended tract. Bright sunshine touched the hillside, + leaving the gorge in shadow, and the air was clear and cold. The snow had + gone for a few hundred feet above the rails; the pines stood out sharply + from the dark background, and the hollows in the glittering slopes beyond + were marked by lines of soft-blue shade. Festing thought a change was + coming, and he had not finished the track too soon. + </p> + <p> + By and by a plume of smoke rose above the trees and something twinkled in + an opening. A rhythmic snorting and a rumble pierced the throb of the + river, and Kerr looked up the track. + </p> + <p> + “The engineer's bringing her along fast. Shall I flag him to snub her and + shut the throttle before he runs across the new stuff?” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Festing quietly. “It won't be needful.” + </p> + <p> + “The work hasn't had much time to settle, and a locomotive using steam + hits the rails harder than when she's running loose.” + </p> + <p> + “We don't want our money until it's earned, and you'll have to haul heavy + loads up the grade when the regular traffic begins.” + </p> + <p> + “In the meantime, I'm not thinking about the rest, but about the gravel + train.” + </p> + <p> + “The track will stand,” said Festing, in a steady voice. + </p> + <p> + The train came on; the long, low-sided cars rocking and banging down the + incline. Small figures jolted up and down on the gravel, and at the far + end the big plow flashed in the sun. The front of the engine got larger, + and Festing fixed his eyes upon the rockwork he had built among the piles. + All that could be done had been done; he had not spared money or labor, + for Charnock had agreed that the job must stand. It was, no doubt, + exaggerated sentiment, for he was highly strung, but he felt that he had + staked his wife's respect and his future happiness on his work. + </p> + <p> + The ground shook, and flying fragments of ballast beat upon his + turned-down hat; there was a deafening roar as the cars jolted past, and + he saw the rails spring. Then the wind that buffeted him changed to + eddying puffs, the noise receded, and he lifted his bent head. The + rockwork stood firm, the ends of the timbers had not moved, and only a few + small heaps of gravel had fallen from the road-bed. Festing felt that he + was trembling, and Kerr put his hand on his arm. + </p> + <p> + “It's a good job; I'm quite satisfied. If you'll come along to Norton's + office, I'll tell him he can give you an order on headquarters for your + cheque.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll come instead,” said Charnock, who turned to Festing. “Go to the + shack and take a smoke. If you come out before I return, I'll stop the + gang.” + </p> + <p> + Half an hour later he found Festing sitting slackly by the fire. + </p> + <p> + “The order is in the mail-bag and will go out on the first train,” he + said. “It's lucky we got it, because we have cut things very fine. I had a + note some days since from the fellow who sends us our stores, insisting on + our settling his bill.” + </p> + <p> + “Then why didn't you tell me?” Festing asked. + </p> + <p> + Charnock laughed. “I imagined you had enough to bother you, and his + account is big. We couldn't have paid him without going broke, and wages + have first claim. There was a way out, but you had given me strict orders + not to write to Sadie.” + </p> + <p> + “I couldn't have allowed that, but you're a good sort, Bob!” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Charnock cheerfully, “it was, so to speak, touch and go; but + we have turned the awkward corner, and I think are going to make good.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0026" id="link2HCH0026"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVI + </h2> + <h3> + A NEW UNDERTAKING + </h3> + <p> + Soon after the rails were laid down the frost returned, and one cold + morning Festing sat in his shack, studying a letter from Helen. Norton's + cheque had helped him to overcome the worst of his difficulties, things + were going better, and Charnock would superintend the workmen until he was + ready to go out. Festing felt that he need not hurry, and wanted to think. + </p> + <p> + Helen had written to him before, without any hint of resentment, and he + had told her what he was doing. She knew Bob was his partner, and no doubt + understood what this implied. It was obvious that he had been wrong in + disliking Bob and half suspecting him; besides Helen knew from the + beginning that he had not suspected her, although he had insisted that she + had been imprudent. This ground for difference had vanished, but he + wondered what she thought, and could not gather much from her letter. + </p> + <p> + She wrote with apparent good-humor and stated that all was going + satisfactorily at the farm, where, indeed, nothing of importance could be + done until spring. For all that, there was some reserve. A personal + explanation was needed before they could get back to their old relations + of intimate confidence, and he was ready to own his mistakes. + Unfortunately, the explanation must be put off, because there was one + point on which he was still determined, although his resolve no longer + altogether sprang from pride. He must, if possible, repair his damaged + fortunes before he went home. Farming on a proper scale was expensive + work, and Helen's capital was not large. In order to raise a big crop, one + must speculate boldly, and he meant to do so with his own money. + </p> + <p> + He saw a danger in staying away too long, but his contract was only + beginning to be profitable. Besides, one thing led to another, and a + number of extras, for which the pay was good, had been added to the + original plans. Then he had been asked to undertake another job and had + arranged to go over the ground with Kerr and Norton that morning. In a + way, he would sooner have left it alone, because it would keep him longer + from home, but the terms offered a strong inducement to stop. Glancing at + his watch, he saw it was nearly time to meet the engineers. + </p> + <p> + He found them and Charnock near the half-finished bridge, which crossed + the river obliquely. The track approached its end in a curve and then + stopped where a noisy steam-digger was at work. Between the machine and + the bridge, the hillside fell in a very steep slope to the water, which + rolled in angry turmoil past its foot, and the channel dividing the bank + from the island that supported the central bridge-pier was deep. Here and + there a slab of rock projected from the slope, but, for the most part, the + latter consisted of small stones and soil. The surface was now frozen + beneath a thin crust of snow and the pines were white. + </p> + <p> + “You know roughly what we want,” said Kerr. “If you'll come along, you can + look at the shot-holes we made to test the ground. Then I'll show you a + car-load of the rock we want to use, but it's largely a lumber job and + that's why we thought of offering it you. You have some good choppers + besides the teams and plant required.” + </p> + <p> + They climbed about the bank by dangerous paths, and then stopped at the + end of the bridge. + </p> + <p> + “The thing can be done, but it will only make a temporary job,” Festing + remarked. “You will have to do it again, properly, in a year or two.” + </p> + <p> + “That the Company's business,” Kerr replied. “As soon as we start the + traffic improvements can be paid for out of revenue instead of piling up + construction costs.” + </p> + <p> + “You can imagine the cost if we cut back the hill far enough to ease the + curve and lay the track on solid ground,” Norton interposed. “The + half-measure of scooping out a shallow road-bed and dumping the stuff on + the incline is ruled out, because the spoil wouldn't lie and the river + would sweep the dirt away. If we filled up the channel with rock, we'd + turn the current on the bridge-pier.” + </p> + <p> + Then Charnock said something and Festing let them talk while he looked + about. Since a temporary job was required, he thought the plan was perhaps + the best that could be used. It called for a timber framework, beginning + about half-way up the bank, although its height would vary with the + ground. The gaps between the frames would be faced with rockwork and then + filled with rubble in order to make a bed for the rails on top. + </p> + <p> + “If you will come to the office, I'll show you the detailed drawings,” + Norton said presently, and the others followed him. + </p> + <p> + When they reached the office Festing studied the drawings, and then giving + them to Charnock, lighted his pipe. He wanted to undertake the contract, + but hesitated. The work already on his hands would occupy him for some + time, and a lengthy absence might prejudice him with Helen. Besides, he + had taken risks enough and a new venture might prove a rash challenge to + fortune; one could not foresee all the difficulties that might arise. But, + if he succeeded, he would go home with the means to resume his farming on + a profitable scale. Then he saw Charnock looking at him and knew he would + agree to his decision. Festing put down his pipe and knitted his brows. + </p> + <p> + “Well?” said Charnock. + </p> + <p> + Festing got up with a quick, resolute movement, and turned to Norton. + </p> + <p> + “We'll undertake the job.” + </p> + <p> + “That's all right,” said Norton. “I'll get the papers drawn up and send + them over for you to sign.” + </p> + <p> + They went out, and as they climbed the hill Charnock remarked: “This may + turn out a big thing, partner. Are you going home before we start?” + </p> + <p> + Festing looked up sharply, with a disturbed air. “No. To begin with, I've + got to be about because the thing is big.” + </p> + <p> + “Then, as matters are going smoothly now, I'll leave you for a week.” + </p> + <p> + “I can manage for a week and one of us must stay. But why d'you want to + leave?” + </p> + <p> + “On the whole, I think one of us had better go,” Charnock answered with + some dryness. “If you don't mind, I'll get off to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + He started next morning, in the caboose of a returning supply train, and + Festing, who went to see him off, stood for a few minutes on the snowy + track while the rattle of wheels and snorting of the locomotive died away. + Bob had made a curious remark when he talked about going, and Festing + wondered what he meant, but dismissed the matter and went back to his + work. + </p> + <p> + It was a bitter afternoon when Charnock got down at the little prairie + station that was marked by a water-tank, the agent's shack, and the lower + frames of three unfinished grain elevators. He hired a rig at the livery + stable, and borrowing a fur-robe started on his drive across the plain. + The landscape was empty and featureless except for the gray smears of + distant bluffs. Nothing moved on the white expanse, and there was no sound + but the measured thud of the horses' feet; the air was still and keen with + frost. When the cluster of wooden houses sank behind a gradual rise, the + wavy, blue riband of the trail was the only sign of human activity in the + frozen wilderness. + </p> + <p> + The snowfall, however, is generally light on the Western plains, and the + trail was good. Its smooth surface was dusty rather than slippery and the + team went fast. Everything was different from the varied grandeur of the + mountains; the eye found no point to rest upon, and the level snow + emphasized the loneliness. In spite of the thick driving-robe, the cold + bit through Charnock's worn-out clothes, but he was conscious of a strange + and almost poignant satisfaction. This was not because he was at heart + still something of a sybarite and had borne many hardships on the + railroad; he was going home and in an hour or two Sadie would welcome him. + It was curious, but when he married Sadie he had not thought she could + inspire him with the feeling he had now. But he had learned her value and + understood something of what she had done for him. + </p> + <p> + When it got dark he urged the horses and tried to control his impatience. + Later he felt his heart beat as he drove round the corner of a shadowy + bluff and saw his home-lights twinkle across the snow. A hired man came + out to take the team, he got down, nearly too numbed to move, and as he + stumbled up the steps Sadie met him with a cry of delight. She drew him in + and when he stood, half-dazed by the brightness and change of temperature, + in the well-warmed room, she took her arm from round his neck and moved + back a pace or two. + </p> + <p> + Charnock's skin-coat was ragged, his mittens were tattered, and his long + boots badly worn. He looked tired and unkempt, but Sadie's eyes were soft + as she studied him. + </p> + <p> + “Your face is very thin, but I don't like it less,” she said. “You haven't + come back the same, Bob; I think you have grown.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps the pains account for the thinness,” Charnock answered with a + smile. “Anyway, you ought to be satisfied, because you tried to make me + grow, and in a sense I was very small when I left you. But we won't be + sentimental and I want to change my clothes.” + </p> + <p> + He found fresh clothes ready, and when he came back his slippers, pipe, + and a recent newspaper occupied their usual place. Sitting down with a + smile of content, he lazily looked about. + </p> + <p> + “This is remarkably nice,” he said. “The curious thing is that I feel as + if I'd only left the house five minutes since. Everything I want is + waiting, although you didn't know I was coming.” + </p> + <p> + “I knew you would come some day, and come like this, without letting me + know.” + </p> + <p> + “And so you kept everything ready?” Charnock rejoined. “Well, I imagine + that's significant! But you see, I didn't know I could leave camp until + the day before I started, and then it looked as if I'd get here as soon as + the mail.” + </p> + <p> + Sadie gave him a quick glance. “Then something happened that made you + leave?” + </p> + <p> + “Something did happen, but nothing bad. However, it's a long story and + I've not had much to eat.” + </p> + <p> + “Supper will be ready in five minutes, and I've got something that you + like.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” said Charnock, “I suppose that means you kept the thing I like + ready, too?” + </p> + <p> + They talked about matters of no importance until the meal was over, and + then Sadie made him sit down by the stove and light his pipe. + </p> + <p> + “Now,” she said, “you can tell me all you did at the construction camp, + and leave nothing out.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock was frank. He knew Sadie understood him, perhaps better than he + understood himself, and if his narrative gave her any pleasure, he thought + she deserved it. Moreover, when he wanted he talked rather well, making + his meaning clear without saying too much. When he finished she gave him a + level glance. + </p> + <p> + “You're surely a bigger man, Bob! I see that, not only by what you have + done but by what you think.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Charnock, twinkling, “I'm glad you're satisfied, but you'll + probably find out that there's room for improvement yet.” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose you must joke,” Sadie rejoined with mild reproof. “But what + about Festing? Doesn't he meant to come back until the job's finished?” + </p> + <p> + “So far as I could gather, he does not. I tried tactfully to persuade him + he was acting like a fool and imagine he sees a glimmer of the truth. All + the same, he's obstinate.” + </p> + <p> + Sadie was silent for a minute, knitting her brows, and then looked up. + </p> + <p> + “You have only three days; I suppose I mustn't keep you after that?” + </p> + <p> + “It mightn't be prudent. If I stay longer, I shall, no doubt, feel unequal + to going back at all. My industrious fit's very recent and good + resolutions fail.” + </p> + <p> + “Pshaw!” said Sadie. “Try to be serious. I must see Helen to-morrow and + can't take you. She may have a message for her husband.” + </p> + <p> + “Couldn't she write the message, if you went after I had gone?” + </p> + <p> + “NO,” said Sadie firmly. “She must send it now.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock looked hard at her and nodded. “Well, perhaps it's a good plan. + Meddling is sometimes dangerous, but one can trust you.” + </p> + <p> + Sadie, wrapped in furs, drove across the prairie next afternoon, and found + Helen at home. The latter looked rather forlorn and dispirited, and Sadie + felt that she had undertaken a delicate task. + </p> + <p> + “Bob has come home for three days,” she said by and by. “He can't stop + longer, but I thought you'd like to know how they are getting on with + their contract.” + </p> + <p> + “Stephen writes to me,” Helen replied with a hint of sharpness. + </p> + <p> + “I guess he does,” Sadie agreed. “Still, from what Bob says, they haven't + much time for letters, and he talked to me about the work all last + evening. He could leave when Stephen couldn't because he's the junior + partner and doesn't know much about railroading yet.” + </p> + <p> + Helen smiled, rather curiously. “Do you feel you must explain why your + husband came home and mine did not?” + </p> + <p> + For a moment or two Sadie hesitated. It looked as if she had not begun + well, but she braced herself. If her tact were faulty, she would try + frankness. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” she said; “in a way that was what I did come to explain, though + it's difficult. In the first place, I know why Stephen couldn't come.” + </p> + <p> + Helen waited, and then, as Sadie seemed to need some encouragement, said, + “Very well. I think I'd like to be convinced.” + </p> + <p> + “The reason Bob came and Stephen stayed begins with the difference between + them. We know them both, and I want to state that I'm quite satisfied with + Bob. That had to be said, and now we'll let it go. But they are different. + Bob will work for an object; for dollars, to feel he's making good, or to + please me. Your husband must work, whether he had an object or not, + because that's the kind of man he is.” + </p> + <p> + “Bob's way is easier understood,” Helen rejoined. “Besides, Stephen is + working for money enough to farm again on the old large scale.” + </p> + <p> + “He is; but you don't understand yet, and I want to show you why he feels + he has got to farm. Stephen's the kind we have most use for in this + country. In fact, he's my kind; perhaps I know him better than you. Give + him a patch of pine-scrub or a bit of poor soil in a sand-belt and he'd + feel it his duty to cultivate it, no matter how much work it cost. Show + him good wheat land lying vacant or rocks that block a railroad, and he + won't rest till he starts the gang-plow or gets to work with giant-powder. + He can't help it; the thing's born in him. Like liquor or gambling, only + cleaner!” + </p> + <p> + “But when such a man marries——” + </p> + <p> + “What about his wife? Well, she must help all she can or stand out and let + him work alone. It's a sure thing she can't stop him.” + </p> + <p> + Helen pondered, and then remarked: “Stephen is not your kind, as you said. + You wanted to leave the prairie and live in a town.” + </p> + <p> + “I certainly did, but I didn't know myself. Though I wanted to meet smart + people and wear smart clothes, to push Bob on and see him make his mark in + big business or perhaps in politics. Now I know I really wanted power; to + order folks about and get things done.” + </p> + <p> + “You found you must give up your ambitions.” + </p> + <p> + “I saw they had to be altered,” Sadie replied. “But when you can't get + things done by others, you can do them, in a smaller way, yourself, and I + find I can be satisfied with running a prairie farm as it ought to be + run.” She paused and resumed with a soft laugh: “Looks as if neither of us + was fixed quite as we like. I have a husband who must be hustled; you want + to hold yours back. Well, I guess we can't change that; we must take the + boys for what they are and make allowances. Besides, your man's fine + energy is perhaps the best thing he has.” + </p> + <p> + Helen was somewhat moved. Sadie's rude philosophy was founded on truth, + and having made sacrifices, she had a right to preach. After all, to dull + the fine edge of Stephen's energy would be an unworthy action and perhaps + dangerous. Helen had been jealous of his farm, but admitted that she might + have had worse rivals. + </p> + <p> + “Do you know 'The Sons of Martha'?” she asked and recited a verse. + </p> + <p> + “It's great,” said Sadie simply. “That man has our folks placed. Well, I + don't read much poetry, but there's a piece of Whitman's I like. When I + watch an ox-team break the first furrow in virgin soil, or a construction + train, loaded with new steel, go by, I hear him calling: 'Pioneers! Oh, + Pioneers!'” + </p> + <p> + There was silence for a few moments, and then Sadie leaned forward. “I + don't know if I've said enough, or said too much, but Bob goes back in + three days and could take a message.” + </p> + <p> + The color crept into Helen's face, and her look was strangely soft. + </p> + <p> + “Let him tell Stephen to finish his work as well as he can; say I + understand.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0027" id="link2HCH0027"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVII + </h2> + <h3> + SNOW + </h3> + <p> + Tossing snowflakes filled the air, and although it was three o'clock in + the afternoon the light was fading, when Charnock opened the door of the + caboose. A bitter wind rushed past him and eddied about the car, making + the stove crackle. The iron was red-hot in places and a fierce twinkle + shone out beneath the rattling door. Half-seen men lay in the bunks along + the shadowy wall, tools jingled upon the throbbing boards, but the motion + was gentler than usual and the wheels churned softly instead of hammering. + </p> + <p> + “Is she going to make it?” somebody asked. + </p> + <p> + Charnock leaned out of the door. Black smoke streamed about the cars and + he heard a heavy snorting some distance off, but the caboose lurched + slowly along the uneven track. The construction train was climbing a steep + grade, the driving wheels slipped and he doubted if the locomotive could + reach the summit, from which the line ran down to the camp. Dim pines, + hardly distinguishable from the white hillside, drifted past; a shapeless + rack loomed up and slowly drew abreast. It was some moments before + Charnock lost it in the tossing white haze. + </p> + <p> + “I don't know if she'll make it or not, but rather think she won't,” he + said. + </p> + <p> + “Then come in and shut the blamed door,” another growled. “No need to + worry about it, anyhow! Pay's as good for stopping in the caboose as for + humping rails in the snow.” + </p> + <p> + “You're luckier than me in that way,” Charnock answered as he shut the + door. “There are some drawbacks to being your own boss. When you can't get + to work it's comforting to know that somebody else has to find the dollars + and put up the hash.” + </p> + <p> + He shivered as he sat down on a box. The snow was obviously deep and + things would be unpleasant at the camp, but Festing would not let this + interfere with work. Charnock thought he had been foolish to come back, + but Festing expected him and Sadie agreed that he ought to go. It was + something of an effort to live up to the standards of such a partner and + such a wife. Sadie was a very good sort, better than he deserved, but he + would not have minded it if she were not quite so anxious about his moral + welfare. Besides, after the comfort of the homestead, the caboose jarred. + It smelt of acrid soft-coal smoke, the air was full of dust, and rubbish + jolted about the floor. Then Charnock grinned as he admitted that he had + not expected to find the path of virtue smooth. + </p> + <p> + His reflections were rudely disturbed, for a violent jolt threw him off + the box. The boards he fell upon no longer throbbed, and it was evident + that the train had stopped. The others laughed as he got up. + </p> + <p> + “Loco's hit a big drift,” said one. “I guess the engineer won't butt her + through.” + </p> + <p> + “He'll surely try; Jake hates to be beat,” another remarked, and the + caboose began to shake as the train ran backwards down the line. + </p> + <p> + A minute or two later there was a savage jerk and a furious snorting. The + caboose rolled ahead again, faster than before, for the wheels had cut a + channel through the snow, and somebody said, “Watch out! Hold tight when + she jumps!” + </p> + <p> + The speed slackened, a jarring crash ran backwards along the train, and + the caboose tilted as if the wheels had left the rails. Tools and sacks of + provisions rolled across the inclined floor, which suddenly sank to a + level, and a man who had fallen from his bunk got up and opened the door. + </p> + <p> + “She's bedded in good and fast. Guess Jake will be satisfied now,” he + said, and laughed when a whistle rang through the snow. “Nobody could hear + that a mile ahead, and as she's not over the divide it's some way to camp. + I reckon we'll stop here until they dig us out.” + </p> + <p> + Soon afterwards some more men came in, covered with snow. Then the door + was shut, the stove filled and a lamp lighted, and Charnock resigned + himself to spending another night in the caboose. After all, it was as + warm as the shack, and he reflected with some amusement that Festing + probably did not expect him to be punctual. The latter knew his habits, + and no doubt imagined that he would find the comfort of the homestead + seductive. But Festing did not know Sadie, who had sent him back within + the promised time. He enjoyed his supper and slept well afterwards. In + fact, he did not waken until a stinging draught swept through the caboose + and he saw that it was daylight. The door was open and he heard voices + outside. He recognized one as the foreman's, and presently the fellow came + in. + </p> + <p> + “D'you reckon you're here for good, you blamed hibernating deadbeats?” he + asked the occupants of the bunks. “Turn out and get busy before I put a + move on you!” + </p> + <p> + The men got up, grumbling, and Charnock buttoned his skin-coat and jumped + down into the snow. He sank to his knees, but went deeper before he + reached the engine, round which a gang of men were at work with shovels. + It was not his business to help them and he floundered on up the track + they had made until he crossed the summit and saw the bridge in the + distance. Half an hour afterwards he met Festing and thought he looked + surprised. + </p> + <p> + “You didn't come with the boys to dig us out,” Charnock remarked. + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Festing. “We knew the train had passed the Butte, and guessed + where she was held up. But I hardly thought—” + </p> + <p> + “You didn't think I'd be up to time?” Charnock suggested. “Well, it's + remarkable what a good example does!” + </p> + <p> + “Did you see Helen?” + </p> + <p> + “Sadie saw her. I understand she was very well and sent you a message. + You're to finish your job and make good—Helen understands.” + </p> + <p> + Festing was silent a moment, and when he looked up his eyes were soft. + “Thank you, Bob! Or perhaps it's Sadie I ought to thank?” + </p> + <p> + “I wouldn't bother about it. Sadie's fond of meddling,” Charnock answered + with some embarrassment. “But will the snow stop the work?” + </p> + <p> + “Not altogether. We can keep busy on the hill and I'm going up now. Will + you come?” + </p> + <p> + “Presently,” said Charnock, smiling. “Food's a thing you don't seem to + need when you're occupied, but I want my breakfast before I start.” + </p> + <p> + Festing went away, and after a time Charnock joined him on the hill, where + fresh trees had been felled and roughly squared with the ax. Men and + horses were working hard, but Charnock stopped for a minute or two before + he began. The snow was different from the thin covering that scarcely hid + the short grass on the plains. The pines were glittering white pyramids, + with branches that bent beneath their load, and there were no inequalities + on the drop to the river. Every projection was leveled up, the hollows + were filled, and the snow ran unbroken among the trunks in a smooth white + sheet. It was not drying and getting powdery, because the frost was not + very keen, and he imagined that Festing meant to get as much lumber as + possible down while the surface could be beaten into a smooth track. + </p> + <p> + “You might take Gordon's team and break a trail by hauling the lighter + pieces to the top,” Festing said. “They'll run down when they have worn a + chute, but we'll have some trouble man-handling the first.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock nodded as he glanced over the edge of the narrow tableland. The + descent was not steep near the top, but farther on it dropped + precipitously to the water, crossing the curve by the bridge. + </p> + <p> + “How will you stop the heavy stuff going into the river?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + Festing indicated two men moving about the waterside. They looked + curiously stumpy with their legs buried in the snow. + </p> + <p> + “I sent them to make a chain fast to the rocks. We'll shackle up the first + logs we run down and make a lumber pond. A few may shoot across the top, + but we'll see what must be done as we get on.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock hooked the chain round the smallest log he could find and started + the horses. They slipped and floundered as they plodded through the soft + snow. Sometimes the log ran for a few yards, crushing down the surface, + but it often sank overhead and the team struggled hard to drag it out. For + all that, Charnock reached the top of the slope, and turning back, widened + the trail he had made. The next log ran easier, although it gave him + trouble, but when he stopped at noon he had beaten down a road. + </p> + <p> + When they started again he left the team to somebody else and joined the + men who were clearing out a trough down the hill. This was harder work, + but the small contractor finds it pays to give his men a lead instead of + orders, and for a time Charnock used the shovel and his feet. Then Festing + said they had better move a few logs as far as they would go, and they + worked the first trunk down hill with handspikes and tackles. The lumber + scored the bottom of the trough and would not run, and they struggled + through the banked-up snow, lifting the heavy mass when it sank. Now and + then they fixed the tackle to a tree and dragged the log across short + skids thrust under its end, and at length launched it from the brow of the + steeper pitch. + </p> + <p> + It plunged down some distance, but stopped again, half buried in loose + snow, and they scrambled after it, clinging to small trees. Then the work + got dangerous. One could scarcely stand on the steep bank, and when the + log started it rather leaped than slid. Spikes, torn from the men's hands, + shot into the air, and those in front sprang back for their lives, but the + mass seldom went far before loose snow brought it up and the struggle with + the levers began again. At last, it slipped from a hummock and glided + slowly down, crumpling the snow in front, while a man, clinging to the + butt and shouting hoarse jokes, trailed down the track behind. + </p> + <p> + Moving the next was easier, and those that followed ran without much help + for most of the way, while when dark came the bank at the top was empty + and there was a pile of logs held up by the chain at the waterside. Their + descent had worn the channel smooth, and it was now difficult to stop them + going too far. In a day or two Festing brought the most part of his + material to the spot where it would be used, and got ready to put up the + frames. + </p> + <p> + Stinging frost set in, and on the morning they cleared the ground for the + first post Charnock felt daunted as he beat his numbed hands. The sky was + clear; a hard, dazzling blue, against which the white peaks were + silhouetted with every ridge and pinnacle in sharp outline. They twinkled + like steel in places, but there were patches of delicate gray, and here + and there a dark rock broke through its covering. The bottom of the gorge + was soft blue, and the river a streak of raw indigo, but there was no + touch of warm color in the savage landscape. The glitter made Charnock's + eyes ache and the reflected sunshine burned his skin. + </p> + <p> + Some of the construction gangs were laid off, but in places men were at + work. They looked small and feeble on the vast white slope, and a few + plumes of smoke seemed to curl futilely out of the hollow. Frost and snow + defied man's engine power, and the rattle of the machines was lost in the + din the river made. Its channel was full of snow that had frozen in the + honey-combed masses, and the ragged floes broke with a harsh, ringing + crash. Others screamed as they smashed among the rocks and ground across + ledges, while the tall cliffs on the opposite bank flung the echoes far + among the pines. The uproar rose and sank, but its throbbing note voiced a + challenge to human effort, and Charnock admitted that had the choice been + left to him, he would have gone back to the warm shack and waited for + better conditions. + </p> + <p> + Festing, however, would wait for nothing, and Kerr and Norton were equally + resolute. Just now Festing was clearing away the snow while three or four + men cautiously descended the bank, dragging loads of branches. A big fire + was soon lighted, and when the resinous wood broke into snapping flame + Festing cleared a spot farther on for another. By and by he scattered the + first, the thawed surface was pierced, and a hole dug. Then with half an + hour's savage labor they got the first big post on end. The next broke the + supporting tackle and a man narrowly escaped when it fell, but they raised + it again and got to work upon the braces. The wood was unseasoned and hard + with frozen sap. Saw and auger would scarcely bite, but somehow they cut + the notches and bored the holes. When the first frame was roughly stayed + Charnock sat down with a breathless laugh. + </p> + <p> + “I suppose it's the best job we can make and it's up to specification. + Still, when one comes to think of it, the optimism of these railroad men + is remarkable. Green wood and uncovered bolts that will soon work loose in + the rotting pine! If I was an engineer, the thing would frighten me.” + </p> + <p> + “The track will stand while they want it,” Festing answered with an + impatient look. “Long before it gets shaky they'll pull it down.” + </p> + <p> + “Pulling things down is a national habit. A man I met in Winnipeg bought a + nearly new hotel because he thought he could put up a better building on + the site. However, I suppose there's something to be said for his point of + view. Progress implies continuous moving on!” + </p> + <p> + “It does,” said Festing. “While you moralize, the men you ought to put to + work are standing still.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock got up and went off, beating his hands. He noted that there was a + hole in the mittens he had brought from home. This was annoying because + Sadie had given him the mittens. In spite of many difficulties, they + braced the posts securely before they stopped work, and when supper was + over Charnock reluctantly put on his coat. He wanted to ask Norton + something, and when he left the latter's office came back along a narrow + path above the track. After going a short distance he stopped to look down + at the half-finished frames. + </p> + <p> + The moon had not risen, but a pale glow shone above a gray peak and the + sky was clear. One could not see much in the hollow, but the snow + reflected a faint light. The timbers they had erected rose like a black + skeleton, and after glancing at them, Charnock's eyes were drawn towards + the pile of logs in the pond at the water's edge. A log pond is generally + made in a river, where the stream will carry the trunks into the + containing chains. But Festing had made his on land, using the snow + instead of the current. Charnock could not tell what had attracted his + attention, but stood motionless for a moment or two. + </p> + <p> + He heard nothing but the roar of the current and the crash of splintering + ice, and could hardly distinguish the logs. Their outline was blurred and + the dark-colored mass melted into a dusky background of rock and water. + Yet he thought something had moved beside the pond. + </p> + <p> + Then an indistinct object detached itself from the pile. It was shapeless + and he lost it next moment, but it had been visible against a patch of + snow. It was not a man's height, and, so far as he could see, moved like + an animal, but no wild beast would haunt the outskirts of a noisy + construction camp. Since he could not imagine why a man should crawl about + the logs at night, he resolved to satisfy his curiosity. + </p> + <p> + This needed caution, and he lay down and rolled himself in the snow. It + stuck to his shaggy skin-coat, and remembering that some drills had been + left near the track he felt about until he found one. The short steel bar + was easy to carry and might be useful. The next thing was to get down + without being seen, and he crept to the log-slide and sitting down let + himself go. His coat rolled up and acted like a brake, but he reached and + shot over the top of the last pitch. Next moment he struck the logs at the + bottom with a jar that left him breathless, and he lay still to recover. + His coat was white; indeed, the snow had forced its way inside his + clothes, but he must be careful about his background and avoid abrupt + movements. + </p> + <p> + Getting on his hands and knees, he crawled along the bottom of the pile. + The logs were not numerous, since some had been used, and when Charnock + reached the end he crouched in the snow and looked about. Nobody was there + and his ears were not of much use because the crash of ice drowned every + other sound. This made silence needless, and he tried to get between the + logs and the water, but found it dangerous. The chain had sagged with the + strain, and the lowest tier was scarcely a foot from the bank, along which + the ice-floes rasped. + </p> + <p> + He came back and crawled half-way up the pile, meaning to reach the top, + but stopped and lay flat. An object moved along the highest row, and he + knew it was a man. The fellow's figure showed against the sky, though + Charnock imagined he would have been invisible from above. He waited and + felt his heart beat as he clenched the bar. The other did not seem to know + he was watched and Charnock resolved to find out what he meant to do. He + thought of the chain that held the logs; if this were loosed, the pile + would roll into the river and be washed away, but it would be impossible + to slip the fastening toggle while the links were strained. Still one + might be nicked with a hacksaw and left to break with the shock when the + next log ran down the slide. The man, however, could not get at the chain + from the top row. + </p> + <p> + He came nearer and then stopped abruptly, as if alarmed. Charnock lay + close in the hollow between two logs, but his coat was snowy and it was + possible that the other had noticed the white patch. He turned and began + to move back, not fast but with caution. Charnock felt it was unthinkable + that he should get away, and raising himself, swung the drill round his + head and let it go. It flew over the other man and vanished without a + sound because the turmoil of the water drowned the splash, but Charnock + lost his balance and rolled off the logs. He fell into the snow, and when + he got up the man had gone. + </p> + <p> + For a few moments he stood still, hesitating and abusing his folly. He did + not know if the fellow had seen the drill fly past or not, but he had + thrown away his weapon, and might have a dangerous antagonist. For all + that, he meant to discover who his antagonist was. Floundering through the + snow, he reached the end of the pile, but found nobody there. The lumber + gang had made a path along the water's edge, but Charnock could see nobody + among the scattered trees. He climbed to the top of the logs and looked + down on the other side, but saw nothing between the water and the pile. + </p> + <p> + After this, he felt the fastening of the chain, which did not seem to have + been tampered with, because the toggle was securely fixed across the + strap-link. Then he crept about the pile again, with an uncomfortable + feeling that the other might be lying in wait for him, but saw nothing + suspicious, and there was no use in examining the trampled snow. By and by + he gave up the search and returned to the path, feeling disturbed. It was + impossible to guess what the man had meant to do, or who he was, but + Charnock resolved to watch. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0028" id="link2HCH0028"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVIII + </h2> + <h3> + THE LEWIS BOLT + </h3> + <p> + Charnock went back next morning and examined the chain, but found none of + the links or fastenings damaged. This was puzzling, and he wondered + whether the man he had seen, knowing that somebody was about, had stolen + away without beginning what he came to do. The explanation was plausible, + but left Charnock uncertain who the fellow was. He suspected Wilkinson, + but only because he could think of nobody else with any ground for wishing + to do him or Festing an injury. + </p> + <p> + On the whole, he thought it better not to tell Festing. It was rather an + improbable story, and Stephen might think him imaginative, but he would + watch and try to catch the fellow if he came again. For a week, he made + excuses for going out after supper, and Festing did not object although he + looked surprised, but he saw nothing and it was very cold lurking about + the track. Moreover he was generally tired after his day's hard work, and + was glad to give up the search. + </p> + <p> + Some time later, he returned from Norton's office one night and had + reached the track when he saw a man coming obliquely up the slope. There + was moonlight, and the snow glittered between the shadows of the trees. + Charnock saw the other plainly and drew back into the gloom along the + bank. The fellow did not seem to mind whether he was seen or not, but + Charnock thought he knew his walk and figure, and when he reached the + track set off with the object of overtaking him. The loose snow dulled his + steps, and he was close upon the man when the latter stopped and turned. + Then Charnock saw, without much surprise, that it was Wilkinson. + </p> + <p> + “What were you doing down there?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “I don't see what that has to do with you,” Wilkinson answered coolly. + </p> + <p> + “The logs in the pond are ours.” + </p> + <p> + Wilkinson looked amused and Charnock tried to control his temper. He would + gain nothing by using force, and thought the other meant to give him no + excuse for doing so. + </p> + <p> + “You don't imagine I meant to steal your logs!” Wilkinson rejoined. + “They're too large to carry away, and there's no sawmill to buy them if I + sent them down the river.” + </p> + <p> + “That's obvious,” said Charnock, who thought it prudent not to hint that + he had seen the fellow lurking about the pond before. For that matter, he + was not certain he had seen Wilkinson. + </p> + <p> + “You're much more suspicious than you were when I first knew you,” + Wilkinson resumed in a mocking tone. + </p> + <p> + “I was a confiding fool then and trusted my friends. It cost me + something.” + </p> + <p> + “And now you're afraid to let anybody pass your logs in the dark? Well, + caution's useful, but it can be overdone.” + </p> + <p> + “Why did you want to pass the pond?” + </p> + <p> + “For one thing, because it's the easiest way of getting from the smithy to + the track; then this piece of hillside doesn't belong to you. However, as + I guess you don't claim it, you no doubt reckoned I meant to play you some + shabby trick; turn your logs adrift, for example?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't think it's impossible.” + </p> + <p> + Wilkinson laughed. “Well, I might do you an injury if the thing wasn't + difficult, but don't let your suspicions make you ridiculous. If you feel + uneasy, you can watch the pond. Anyhow, the cold's fierce and I'm going to + the bunk-house.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock let him go and returned thoughtfully to the shack. He did not + doubt that Wilkinson had been to the smithy, because one could find out if + he had not, but he felt disturbed. The fellow had somehow encouraged him + to believe he might tamper with the logs; but would hardly have done so + had he meant to set them adrift. He might, of course, have wanted to keep + him uneasy without ground; but suppose it was a feint, intended to cover + the real attack, made at another point? Charnock determined to be cautious + and keep his eyes open. + </p> + <p> + He saw nothing to cause him fresh anxiety, although he once or twice + visited the pond at night. In the daytime his work absorbed his attention, + for they were now building a lofty frame on the steepest pitch of the dip. + The foot of the longest timber, which was unusually massive, rested in a + socket cut in the rock near the water's edge, and it cost them a very hard + and dangerous day's work to get the log on end. Indeed, for a few anxious + minutes Charnock imagined that the mass would break the tackles and come + down. When fixed, it was nearly perpendicular, but its top inclined + slightly toward the bank, and Festing sent for Norton and Kerr. + </p> + <p> + “It's a good post, but I'm not sure we have got spread enough,” he said. + “There's not much to resist the outward thrust a heavy train might cause. + Still, I don't see how we could have carried the foot farther back.” + </p> + <p> + “You'd have to go into the water,” Norton agreed. “That would have meant a + coffer dam, and the Company won't stand for expensive extras.” + </p> + <p> + “The ice would have smashed the dam,” said Kerr. “The job meets the plan, + which calls for stays to stop the post canting out. Put in an extra + king-tie half-way up and I'll pass your bill and find the ironwork.” + </p> + <p> + Festing was satisfied with this, and the post was stayed with chains while + they got the braces fixed. This took some days, for the men were forced to + work on dangerous snowy ledges and boards, hung from the top. Where there + was most risk and difficulty Festing went himself, but he looked anxious. + </p> + <p> + “It's the worst part of the job and perhaps the most awkward thing I've + done,” he said one night. “If the frame came down with the rockwork + filling, it might start the rest and shake some length of road.” + </p> + <p> + “But there's no reason it should come down,” Charnock argued. + </p> + <p> + “Not in a way, but I'm glad Kerr authorized the extra brace. We'll use the + heaviest stuff we can, and although the fastenings may give some trouble, + we haven't come to them yet. Perhaps I'm getting nervous. We're up to + schedule and doing pretty well, but it will be a relief to get the + contract finished.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock told him about Wilkinson, and he looked thoughtful. + </p> + <p> + “I can't see his object, particularly since he left the chain alone. Of + course he may have meant some mischief, but gave it up when he found you + on his track.” + </p> + <p> + “Somehow I don't think that was it,” said Charnock, who went to open the + door. + </p> + <p> + Kerr came in and after a time began to talk about the fastenings for the + main tie-beam. + </p> + <p> + “As the rock is sound and can be thawed, I think we could use a bolt on + the Lewis plan. Give me some paper and I'll make a sketch you can take to + the smith.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock examined the drawing and noted that the holding part of the bolt + was shaped like the letter Y, except that the stalk was split. A wedge was + sketched to fit the split, and would obviously expand the upper arms to + fit tightly into a fan-shaped hole with a narrow mouth. + </p> + <p> + “I've not seen this kind of fastening before,” he said. “It ought to grip + well, but something depends upon the wedge.” + </p> + <p> + Kerr nodded. “The wedge must be properly forged and fit tight, but there's + a cross bolt to stop it backing out. So long as it doesn't break under the + hammer, it can't come loose. Something depends on the way the hole is cut + and the rock, but the stuff you're working is hard enough.” + </p> + <p> + Next morning Charnock took the drawing to the smith, and calling at the + forge a day or two later, found Wilkinson sitting on a box. He had brought + a pick to be mended and made a few ironical remarks, until the smith + showed Charnock some irons he had forged. + </p> + <p> + “I guess that's what you want, but I haven't finished the Lewis yet. + Reckoned I'd wait until I could get a bit of horseshoe iron for the wedge + when the new stores come along.” + </p> + <p> + “What's that bar in the corner?” Charnock asked. + </p> + <p> + “Steel,” said the smith. “A bit off the end would make a wedge, but you + want to be careful you don't overheat the steel in the forge if it's to + stand hammering after. Horseshoe iron's better for your particular job. + Come back in a day or two and I'll have the thing ready.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock left him and one afternoon soon afterwards helped Festing to + notch and bore the heavy cross-tie to fit the post and the ends of the + timbers it was to hold in place. These were intended to strengthen the + frame, of which the post and tie were the most important members, and + Festing had waited until their other ends were securely fixed. When the + light was fading he beckoned Charnock. + </p> + <p> + “You might get the Lewis bolt. The smith sent word it's ready and I want + to fasten the tie before we stop.” + </p> + <p> + When Charnock reached the forge the smith was absent, but he blew the fire + until the light flickered about the shop and looked for the bolt. He found + it in a corner and took the wedge to the hearth. It was properly shaped + and slotted for a cross-bolt, but it looked rough and scaly, and giving + the blower a few more strokes he tapped it once or twice. The scale fell + off and the metal looked sound. Then while the flame spread about the fuel + he glanced round the shop. There was no horseshoe iron, but the bar of + steel had recently been cut, and he thought the wedge had been forged out + of its end. + </p> + <p> + Charnock did not think this mattered much. Festing had urged the smith to + finish the job, and the man knew his business. Since he had been forced to + use steel, he had no doubt taken the necessary precautions. It was dark + when Charnock got back to the frame, but a blast-lamp threw out a dazzling + glare and he climbed to a beam on which Festing sat. At the timber's inner + end a fire burned on a shelf of rock and a man was stirring something in + an iron pot. + </p> + <p> + “We're melting lead to fill up the hole, though I don't know if it's + necessary,” Festing said. “Have you got the bolt?” + </p> + <p> + “It's here. He has made it out of steel; the iron he expected hasn't + arrived.” + </p> + <p> + “That's all right. They now use steel for many jobs instead of iron, and + the softer kinds are quite as tough. Anyhow, we can trust the smith not to + burn the metal. Help Black while I get the tie ready for fastening.” + </p> + <p> + Half an hour later the big cross-beam was in position and Charnock watched + Festing fit the bolt into its fan-shaped socket. He did so with fastidious + care and then standing on the beam swung the hammer a workman gave him. + The blast-lamp roared upon a timber overhead, throwing down waves of light + that flooded the rock face, but the twinkling brightness rather puzzled + the eye. For all that, Festing struck the wedge squarely and drove it home + with a few heavy blows. Then he fastened the cross-bolt and Charnock + filled a ladle with the melted lead. A blue flame flickered about the + cavity as he poured in the stuff, there was an angry sputtering, and he + afterwards found some holes in his coat. Festing dropped his hammer with a + gesture of satisfaction. + </p> + <p> + “That's an awkward piece of work finished, and I feel happier now! You can + put out the lamp and quit, boys; I'll mark you up full time.” + </p> + <p> + Then they got down from the frame and went home to supper, earlier than + usual. In the morning they began to build a wall of roughly-cut stones + among the timber, filling in the space behind with rubble; and kept on + until at noon, a day or two later, heavy snow began to fall. It was + impossible to work, and they lounged about the shack, smoking and reading, + all next day. Charnock was thankful for the rest, but Festing grumbled and + now and then walked impatiently to the door. Late at night the former was + wakened by a distant rumbling. It sounded like thunder, and he called to + his comrade. + </p> + <p> + “What's that? Had we better get up?” + </p> + <p> + “Sounds like a big snow-slide,” said Festing, raising himself in his bunk. + “Won't harm us; shack's on top of the ridge and we're safer here than + anywhere else.” He stopped and listened to the swelling roar and then + resumed: “I'm glad we got that frame braced. It's a big slide and will + probably come down the gully near the bridge. They're going to snowshed + that piece of track and we'll haul out the posts if we can't get on with + the other job.” + </p> + <p> + He lay down again, but Charnock waited. This was the first snow-slide he + had heard and he felt awed by the din. Growing in a long crescendo, it + rolled down the hill in a torrent of sound, but by and by he thought he + could distinguish different notes; the crash of trees carried away by the + avalanche and the scream of gravel grinding across rocky scraps. He could + imagine the stones being planed away and the mass of broken trunks riding + on top of the huge white billow. + </p> + <p> + It was impossible to sit still, and jumping down, he lighted the lamp, but + found it hard to replace the glass. The shack throbbed, the table on which + he put the matches shook, and there was a rattle of crockery, but this was + drowned by an overwhelming roar. The avalanche was pouring down a gully + near the shack, and he leaned against the table, deafened, until it + passed. Then he heard the turmoil of a tremendous cataract and imagined + the snow was plunging into the river and deflecting the current upon the + other bank. The sound gradually died away and he could hear detached + noises; great pines, broken rocks, and soil, rushing down behind the + fallen mass. There were heavy splashes, and then a strange, unnatural + silence. + </p> + <p> + “It's finished,” Festing remarked. “Rather alarming for the first time, + but one gets used to it. You can put out the light and go back to bed.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock did so and soon went to sleep. In the morning they found that the + most part of the avalanche had fallen into the river, but its tail + remained, resting in a steep cone of snow and broken trees and soil, + against the bank on which they had built the frames. The top of the cone + extended far up the hill, but, owing to the sharpness of the pitch, its + bottom, which covered the frames and rockwork, was thin. Festing sent half + the men to cut this portion away, and the others up the hill to haul posts + for the snowshed to the top of the slides. It was obvious that a very + heavy weight rested on the buried work, but the pressure was uniform, + unlike the jarring of a train, and he did not feel disturbed. + </p> + <p> + About four o'clock in the afternoon he came to see how much progress the + shovel gang had made, and Charnock, who superintended their labor, showed + him what they had done. They had cut a gap in the cone, and part of the + rockwork was exposed nearly to the bottom. On each side, the snow ran down + to the water in a uniform smooth slant, except where broken trees + projected from the surface. Above, the mass of snow rested on the shelf + that would carry the track and on the top of the half-finished work. It + glittered with a yellow flush where it caught the fading light, but in the + hollow its color was a dull, cold blue. + </p> + <p> + By and by they examined the wall. So far as they could see, the stonework + bore the unusual load well, but in one spot there was a crack between two + courses. + </p> + <p> + “I'll get up there in the morning and see if it's worth while to drive in + a few wedges,” Festing remarked. “You had better watch that bank of snow. + Some of it will probably break away.” + </p> + <p> + “We have had two or three small falls,” said Charnock, and Festing + beckoned one of the men. + </p> + <p> + “Come up the hill in the morning, Tom. I'm going to clear the log-slide or + break a new one. Which d'you think would be best?” + </p> + <p> + While they talked about it, a shower of snow fell on Charnock, who stepped + back. + </p> + <p> + “Watch out!” he cried. “There's more coming!” + </p> + <p> + Festing moved a pace or two and went on talking, but Charnock fixed his + eyes on the snow. The part above the track overhung the gap in a bulging + cornice, as if it was moving down hill, and in a few moments a heavier + shower began. The bulge got more prominent, but the cornice did not break + off, and while he watched it, wondering whether he should call out the + men, a stone fell from the wall and dropped at his feet. This was ominous, + but next moment a mass of snow struck his head, nearly knocking him down, + and when he recovered his balance and wiped his face he noted with alarm + that the stones were opening and the big post leaned outwards. + </p> + <p> + “Jump for your lives, boys!” he shouted, and throwing himself on Festing, + drove him back. + </p> + <p> + Then there was a roar of falling stones and a crash. The massive post + lurched towards him and the air was filled with snow. He heard struts and + braces crack as the post tore them out, and thought Festing turned round + in order to see what was happening. He pushed him away, and then sank into + loose snow and fell. Before he could get up there was a deafening noise, + something struck him a heavy blow, and he was buried. + </p> + <p> + After a short struggle he got his head out, and finding that he was thinly + covered, made an effort to extricate himself. When he had done so, he saw + the men some distance up the bank. They were all there except Festing, but + he noticed a heap of big stones and broken beams close by. + </p> + <p> + “Back here, boys! The boss is underneath!” he shouted, and threw himself + upon the stones as the others ran up. + </p> + <p> + For a minute or two they worked desperately, flinging the lumps of rock + about and dragging away the beams; and then stopped as they uncovered + Festing. His face looked very white, although a red stain ran down his + forehead. Charnock shivered and glanced at the break in the white mass + above the track. + </p> + <p> + “It's risky, but we've got to pull him out before some more snow comes + down,” he said in a hoarse voice. “Scrape the snow off carefully, Tom. Get + hold here with me, Pete.” + </p> + <p> + After two or three minutes' cautious work they lifted Festing out of the + hole. He was unconscious and his arm looked short and distorted. Charnock + felt horror-struck and dizzy, but pulled himself together. + </p> + <p> + “Go for Kerr, one of you,” he said. “Then I want the stretcher and a + hand-sledge. Bring a blast-lamp; ours is smashed.” + </p> + <p> + The men scattered, except for one who stayed with him, and kneeling in the + snow he opened Festing's fur-coat and took off his cap. His head was cut + and his arm broken, but Charnock did not think this altogether accounted + for his unconsciousness. He suspected broken ribs, but could detect + nothing unusual when he felt his comrade's side. + </p> + <p> + Kerr arrived first and looked at Festing. + </p> + <p> + “Unconscious all the time?” he asked, and when Charnock nodded resumed: + “Most important thing's to get a doctor, and I'll see to that. Then I'll + get some brandy.” + </p> + <p> + As he hurried away three or four men came down the hill with the sledge + and stretcher, and one rigged and lighted a powerful lamp. Accidents are + common at construction camps, and one of Norton's gang examined Festing. + </p> + <p> + “He's sure got it badly; arm's not the worst,” he said. “We'll tend to + that and then slide him gently on the stretcher. Carrying him might be + dangerous; we'll fix the whole outfit on the sled.” + </p> + <p> + While they were occupied a plume of smoke shot up above the pines, and + Charnock knew Kerr had sent off a locomotive to bring help. When they had + put Festing on the stretcher a man arrived with brandy, but Festing could + not swallow, and seizing the sledge traces, they started up the hill. + Norton was in the shack when they reached it, and felt Festing's clothes. + </p> + <p> + “Not damp; it would be safer to let him lie until the doctor comes,” he + said, and sent the men away. Then he turned to Charnock sharply. “Sit + right down!” + </p> + <p> + Charnock swayed, clutched the chair, and sank limply into the seat. The + floor heaved and the quiet figure on the stretcher got indistinct. Then + Norton held out a glass. + </p> + <p> + “Drink it quick!” + </p> + <p> + Charnock's teeth rattled against the glass, but he swallowed the liquor, + and sat motionless for a moment or two. + </p> + <p> + “Seemed to lose my balance. Bit of a shock you know, and I expect that + stone hit me pretty hard.” + </p> + <p> + “So I imagine; there's an ugly bruise on your face,” said Norton, giving + him back the glass. “The first dose braced you. Take some more.” + </p> + <p> + “I think not,” said Charnock, with a forced smile. “Dangerous remedy if + you have suffered from my complaint. Didn't know my face was hurt until + you told me. When d'you think the doctor will come?” + </p> + <p> + “There's a man at Jackson's Bench. Loco ought to make the double trip in + about two hours.” + </p> + <p> + “Two hours!” said Charnock faintly, and braced himself to wait. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0029" id="link2HCH0029"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIX + </h2> + <h3> + FOUL PLAY + </h3> + <p> + Some time after the accident a doctor arrived and set Festing's arm. He + found two ribs were broken and suspected other injuries, but could not + question his half conscious patient. When he had done all that was + possible in the meantime and had seen Festing lifted carefully into his + bunk, he put a dressing on Charnock's bruised face and pulled a chair to + the fire. + </p> + <p> + “I'll keep watch; your partner has got an ugly knock,” he said. “Don't + think I'll want anything, and you had better go to bed.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock could not sleep and spent the night uncomfortably on a chair. He + was sore and dazed, but his anxiety would not let him rest, and once or + twice he softly crossed the floor to his comrade's bunk. The last time he + did so the doctor, whose head had fallen forward, looked up with a jerk + and frowned as he signed him to go back. After this, Charnock kept as + still as his jarred nerves would permit. Sometimes Festing groaned, and + sometimes made a feeble movement, but so far as Charnock could see, his + eyes were shut. + </p> + <p> + About three o'clock in the morning, the doctor stood for some minutes + beside the bunk, and Charnock shivered as he watched his face. The shack + seemed very quiet except for the throb of the river and the grinding of + the ice. Then the doctor gave him a nod that hinted at satisfaction, and + told him to refill the iron drum at Festing's feet with hot water. By and + by he put fresh wood in the stove, moving cautiously and taking as long as + possible, because it was a relief to do something after sitting still in + suspense. + </p> + <p> + At daybreak there was a knock at the door, and Charnock, finding Kerr and + Norton outside, looked at the doctor, who put on his fur-coat and went out + to them. + </p> + <p> + “Have you any news for us?” Norton asked. + </p> + <p> + “No change yet. That's encouraging, as far as it goes.” + </p> + <p> + “What about breakfast? Ours is ready. Will you join us?” + </p> + <p> + “I think not. If my patient doesn't come out of his stupor, I must try to + rouse him soon. Send a man here and take Mr. Charnock. I expect he needs + food.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well,” said Kerr. “We'll see the cook looks after you; but can you + give us no idea about Festing? You see, there are matters, business + matters—” + </p> + <p> + “He has had a bad shock and it will be a long job; a month anyway. I can't + stop long and he ought to have a nurse, although it would be difficult to + get one to come here. But I can't form an opinion yet.” + </p> + <p> + He dismissed them and Kerr took Charnock away. It was very cold. The white + pines were growing into shape; their tops caught the light in the east and + glimmered with a faint warm flush against the dim blue shadow. Smoke and + puffs of steam floated up from the gorge, and the ringing clang of steel + pierced the turmoil of the river. Charnock felt braced but dizzy. Now he + came to think of it, he had eaten no supper, and after a day of laborious + effort the night's watch had fatigued him. Besides, his face smarted under + the bandage, and his back was sore. + </p> + <p> + When he sat down in Norton's shack, where a plate was put for Kerr, he + felt ravenously hungry and did not talk much until the meal was over. Then + Norton made him sit near the stove. + </p> + <p> + “It's an awkward business,” he said. “To begin with, what are we going to + do about a nurse? This is hardly the place for a woman, and I doubt if we + could get anybody to undertake the job.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll write to Mrs. Festing.” + </p> + <p> + “Would she come out?” + </p> + <p> + “I imagine so,” said Charnock thoughtfully. “Still she doesn't know much + about nursing.” + </p> + <p> + “His wife is the proper person to look after him,” Kerr interposed. “Then + I have a young fellow in the rail gang who could help; found him useful + once or twice when the boys got hurt. In fact, I suspect he's had some + medical training, though I didn't ask why he quit.” + </p> + <p> + Norton smiled. It is not unusual to find men whose professional career has + been cut short working on a Western track. + </p> + <p> + “That simplifies matters. If you had wanted a lawyer or an accountant, I + could have sent a man. However, there's another thing—” + </p> + <p> + “There is; it's important,” Kerr agreed. “Who's going to carry on the + contract?” + </p> + <p> + Charnock leaned forward eagerly. “I'll try. Give me a chance. I think I + know my job.” + </p> + <p> + There was silence for a few moments and Norton looked at Kerr, who slowly + filled his pipe. + </p> + <p> + “I'd like to consent,” he said, “but I'm the Company's servant and there's + a risk.” He paused and turned to Norton. “However, it's really your + business. If things go wrong, the trouble's coming to you first.” + </p> + <p> + “Sure. I'm willing to take the risk. I don't expect Charnock will fool the + job, but if he does you can get after me. I'll stand for it.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well! We'll let it go at that.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock got up, with some color in his bandaged face, because he knew + what Norton's confidence meant. He was, so to speak, an unknown man and + the contract had been given to Festing, who was an engineer. If he failed, + the men who trusted him would be held accountable. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you both,” he said with feeling. “If labor and money can put the + thing over, I won't let you down.” + </p> + <p> + He went out, for he had, in his anxiety about other matters, forgotten his + men, and it was now important that no time, which must be paid for, should + be wasted. Finding some of the gang at work clearing away the fallen + material and some hauling lumber on the hill, he gave them a few orders + and returned to the shack. When he got there Festing was conscious and the + doctor said he might speak to him. + </p> + <p> + “How do you feel?” Charnock asked. + </p> + <p> + “Better than the doctor thinks I ought to feel,” Festing answered with a + feeble smile. “You seem to have got knocked about!” + </p> + <p> + Charnock said he was not much the worse, and Festing resumed: “Have you + seen Norton? What does he say about the contract?” + </p> + <p> + “I have seen him; you needn't bother. He has left the job to me; I'll + finish it somehow.” + </p> + <p> + A look of relief came into Festing's face. “That's comforting news; I was + afraid—You're a good partner, Bob!” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know if I've been of much help so far, and the money I put into + the undertaking wasn't mine. There's a third partner, Stephen, and I think + she'd like me to see you through.” + </p> + <p> + Festing gave him a grateful glance and closed his eyes. After a time, he + opened them feebly and asked: “Do you know why the frame gave way?” + </p> + <p> + “Not yet,” said Charnock with some dryness. “I mean to find out!” + </p> + <p> + Then the doctor interrupted and sent him away. Going back to the scene of + the accident, he found the damage less serious than he thought. Part of + the wall had fallen and the post, which had broken, had pulled down the + timbers attached, but these could be replaced, and Charnock, calling two + men, began to clear the snow from the king-tie, which he imagined had + given way first. He found the Lewis bolt fixed to its end, but the wedge + had gone, and he climbed to the spot where the end of the beam had been + fixed. The stone socket had not broken, but pieces of crushed lead lay + near the hole. The soft metal had not much holding power and had been used + to fill up the crevices. + </p> + <p> + Sitting down, he began with methodical patience to turn over the snow and + loose rubble that remained on the shelf after the large stones had fallen. + The odds were against his finding what he sought, but he persevered for an + hour and then picked up a piece of broken metal a few inches long. It was + half of the wedge, which had broken at the slot, but although he searched + carefully he could not find the other part. Putting the piece in his + pocket, he went to the forge and, seeing the smith was occupied, sat down + and filled his pipe. The door was open and the light reflected from the + snow was strong. Charnock was glad of this, because he wanted to see the + smith, who presently dropped his hammer and leaned against the hearth. + </p> + <p> + “How's your partner getting on?” he asked. “Mr. Festing's the kind of man + I like; I was sorry to hear he had got hurt.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock studied the man. His face was pale and wrinkled under the grime, + but he looked honest, and if his statement was sincere, as Charnock + thought, it seemed to clear the ground. After giving him a few particulars + about Festing's injuries, he lighted his pipe. + </p> + <p> + “Wilkinson's not here to-day,” he remarked. + </p> + <p> + “He's not always here,” said the smith. “He comes when there are picks and + drills that want sharpening.” + </p> + <p> + “I saw him once or twice when I was in, and thought he was a friend of + yours.” + </p> + <p> + “He can swap a good yarn; kind of handy man and sometimes helps me with + the hammer, but I guess that's all there is to it.” + </p> + <p> + “Just so,” said Charnock carelessly. “This is a warm place for a quiet + smoke, and the foreman can't tell how long one ought to stop, particularly + as you're sometimes out at the machine-shop. Do you find the boys meddle + with your tools if they come in while you're away?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir; there'd be trouble if I did! Besides, nobody comes but + Wilkinson, and if I'm out he waits.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock nodded, as if it did not matter. He had found out what he wanted + to know and thought he had not excited the smith's suspicions. Taking the + broken wedge from his pocket, he put it on the hearth. + </p> + <p> + “I expect you know what that is! The Lewis smashed when the frame came + down.” + </p> + <p> + “It's the wedge. Don't see why it broke; plenty metal left, though the + slot weakened it.” + </p> + <p> + “What's it made of?” + </p> + <p> + “Steel. The iron I wanted didn't come; but this is mild, low-carbon + stuff.” + </p> + <p> + “Then what's the matter with it. It did break.” + </p> + <p> + The smith put the piece into a socket in the anvil and struck it with a + hammer. The end broke short, and picking up the fragment he went to the + door. + </p> + <p> + “Nature's gone out of it; I sure can't understand the thing,” he said with + a puzzled look. “If I hadn't forged the stuff myself, I'd allow it was + burned.” + </p> + <p> + “You don't often overheat the steel you work.” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir,” said the smith, who took up a piece of metal, pierced with + holes. “Made this out of the same bar, and it took more forging. Now you + watch!” + </p> + <p> + He put the object in a vise and hammered down the end, which did not + break. “That's all right, anyhow; tough and most as soft as iron. But + steel's sometimes treacherous; you want to be careful—” + </p> + <p> + “Could you tell by looking at it if a piece was burned?” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said the smith thoughtfully, “it's not always easy, but if the + thing was badly scaled, I'd be suspicious. Of course, there might be some + scale—” + </p> + <p> + “But the wedge looked all right when you finished it?” + </p> + <p> + “It certainly did,” said the smith, who hesitated. “Say do you reckon it + was the bolt going that let down your frame?” + </p> + <p> + “So far, I imagine it was the weight of snow. The pile ran back up the + hill and must have made a crushing load. For all that, I'm curious about + the wedge.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said the other, “If it was the wedge, I'm surely sorry! The blamed + thing is burned, though I don't know how. But if she was loaded up too + much, she might have broken anyhow, burned or not.” + </p> + <p> + “I expect so,” said Charnock, getting up. “You needn't bother about the + matter; I'm not blaming you.” + </p> + <p> + His face got very grim when he went out, for what he had learned fitted in + with his suspicions. Wilkinson had heard the smith say that steel could be + easily spoiled, and sometimes came to the forge when the man was away. + Then there was the rough, scaly look of the wedge, which had been put out + of the smith's sight, inside the split shank of the bolt. Everything was + plain; Charnock knew why the tie gave way and allowed the frame to fall. + </p> + <p> + The thought of the treacherous injury made his blood boil. The thing had + been so easily done; five minutes' work at the blower, a few strokes with + a big hammer when the steel was dangerously hot, and then, perhaps, a + sudden quenching in the snow, when the steel ought to have slowly cooled. + He had been wrong in thinking men would not risk much for the sake of + revenge. Wilkinson had foully struck his comrade and perhaps crippled him + for life. But the cunning brute must be punished, and driven from the + camp, and when he left should carry marks that would make it difficult to + forget his offense. + </p> + <p> + Charnock, however, could not at once seek out his antagonist. He had + promised Festing to carry on the contract; they had had a number of + setbacks, and the accident would cost them much. Wages were high and it + was essential that the men should be usefully employed, while there was + now nobody but himself to superintend the work. Besides, the doctor might + want him and he must call at the shack every now and then to see how + Festing was getting on. It looked as if he must leave Wilkinson alone + until he had more leisure in the evening. + </p> + <p> + It was a trying day. The doctor sent him errands and sometimes allowed him + to come in for a few minutes, but his reports were not favorable, and + Festing was either asleep or too feeble to talk. When work stopped and + Charnock went to the shack after some hours' absence the doctor looked + very grave. + </p> + <p> + “I'm sorry I must keep you out,” he said. “You mean well, but you're + clumsy, while the young fellow Mr. Kerr sent has had some training and + knows his job.” + </p> + <p> + “Then my partner's worse?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I'll own that I'm anxious about to-night; but if he gets over the + early morning, I'll have hope. Go to the engineer's shack and I'll send + you a report, if possible.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock tried to brace himself as he went away. So far, he had not + imagined that Festing might die. He had got a shock, but must not let it + overwhelm him. Thinking hard, he walked to Norton's shack to get some + food. He was worn out and felt some pain. + </p> + <p> + Norton gave him supper and offered him room for the night, and Charnock + forced himself to eat. When the meal was over he lounged in a comfortable + chair with his eyes shut for a time, and then got up and put on his coat. + </p> + <p> + “Where are you going?” Norton asked. + </p> + <p> + “I've some business at the camp,” Charnock replied in a very grim voice. + </p> + <p> + He went out and as he walked down the track met the locomotive engineer, + who stopped. + </p> + <p> + “Is that you, Mr. Charnock? Cold's pretty fierce to-night. How's Mr. + Festing?” + </p> + <p> + Charnock had not felt the cold until then, but he shivered and beat his + hands as he replied that Festing was badly hurt. Then he asked: “Are you + going out with the loco?” + </p> + <p> + “Thought I'd finished, but they've wired that the cars are wanted on the + next section and I've got to run them along.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah,” said Charnock. “Have you seen Wilkinson?” + </p> + <p> + “Met him going to the bunk-house just before you came up.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock went on, and presently entered the big wooden shed, which was + full of tobacco smoke and the smell of hot iron and food. The warmth made + him dizzy after the cold outside. A group of men had gathered about the + stove, others sat at the dirty table with pipes and newspapers, and a few + were quarreling about a game of cards, but Charnock could not see them + distinctly. + </p> + <p> + One or two looked round as he stopped near the door, dazzled by the light. + He had pulled off the bandage, and there was a large, dark bruise on his + face, which was set. His mouth made a firm line and his eyes glittered. + Then the foreman got up. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” he asked harshly, “what do you want?” + </p> + <p> + Charnock gave him a careless glance. The fellow was truculent and had + bullied Charnock when he worked in his gang, while the latter had + sometimes replied to his abuse with witty retorts that left a sting. + Afterwards, he had beaten his persecutor badly in the dispute about the + borrowed workmen. + </p> + <p> + “I'm looking for Wilkinson.” + </p> + <p> + “What d'you want him for?” the foreman asked suspiciously. + </p> + <p> + “That's my business.” + </p> + <p> + “Then this is my bunk-house; anyhow, I'm in charge. Guess you'd better get + back to the bosses' shacks, where you belong.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock noted the sneer, but said quietly, “I'll go as soon as I've had a + word with Wilkinson.” + </p> + <p> + He tried to see if Wilkinson was there, and did not think he was, but + could not be certain. The foreman's manner hinted that he meant to protect + the fellow. + </p> + <p> + “You'll go now! D'you want me to put you out?” + </p> + <p> + For a moment Charnock stood still, and then suddenly lost his self-control + in a fit of savage rage. He had suffered at the hands of the brute, who + was trying to prevent his finding Wilkinson. But he did not mean to be + baulked, and stepped forward with his fists clenched. + </p> + <p> + He could not remember who struck first, but got a blow on his body that + made him gasp. Then he felt his knuckles jar on his antagonist's face, and + the next moment staggered and fell against a bench that upset with a + crash. He recovered, bent from the waist to dodge a blow that would have + felled him, and struck over the other's arm. + </p> + <p> + The foreman reeled, but did not fall, and closed with Charnock, who could + not get away because of the table. The latter felt his antagonist's + strength, and there was no room for skill. When he tried to break loose + his feet struck the upset bench, and the wall was close by. Breathing + hard, they rocked to and fro in a furious grapple, striking when a hand + could be loosed, and then fell apart, exhausted. Both were bleeding but + determined, for deep-rooted dislike had suddenly changed to overpowering + hate. Moreover Charnock knew the foreman was Wilkinson's friend, and half + suspected him of a share in the plot. + </p> + <p> + In the meantime the men gathered round, scarcely giving the fighters room, + and some, crowded off the floor, mounted the table. Nobody, however, + interfered. They had no part in the quarrel and did not know what it was + about, but while a number sympathized with Charnock, it was dangerous to + offend their boss. + </p> + <p> + Charnock resumed the attack, advancing with a savage rush. The foreman + gave ground, but stretched out his foot and Charnock, tripping over it, + plunged forward and fell among the legs of the nearest men. They crowded + back, and as he got up awkwardly the foreman seized a heavy billet of + cordwood and flung it at his head. The billet struck his shoulder, but he + was on his feet, his face set and white, and his eyes vindictively hard. + It was a foul blow, but there are few rules to hamper men who fight in a + Western construction camp, and Charnock thought his antagonist meant to + use a stove-iron that lay close by. Feinting at the other, he dodged and + seized a pick-handle he had noticed on the floor. He was just in time, for + the foreman struck at him with the iron. It clashed upon the pick-handle, + but Charnock got the next blow home and the foreman fell upon the table, + on which Charnock pinned him down. Then getting his right arm loose, he + struck with blind fury. + </p> + <p> + He was seized from behind, and while he struggled to get loose somebody + gasped: “That's enough! Do you want to kill the man?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Charnock hoarsely. “Let me go!” + </p> + <p> + “Help me choke him off! He's surely mad!” cried the man behind. + </p> + <p> + Somebody else got hold of Charnock. He was dragged back, hustled away from + the table and towards the door. Then the bar was torn from his hands and a + man pushed him out in the snow. + </p> + <p> + “You have fixed him good,” said somebody in a breathless voice. “Go home + and cool off!” + </p> + <p> + “If Wilkinson's inside, I'm coming back,” Charnock declared. + </p> + <p> + The man laughed. “Wilkinson lit out through the store-shed 'bout a minute + after you came in.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock felt faint and dizzy, but tried to think when the fellow banged + the door. It looked as if Wilkinson knew why he had come, and had stolen + away after seeing the struggle begin. Moreover he had friends who might go + after him and tell him what had happened to the foreman. Then he + remembered that the locomotive engineer had been ordered to move some + cars, and set off for the track. + </p> + <p> + The snow was rough, he fell into holes, and stubbed his feet against the + ties, but stumbled on until he heard the locomotive snort. Then there was + a jar of iron, wheels rattled, and a dark mass in front began to roll + away. He was too late, and when he stopped and tried to get his breath two + men came down the track. + </p> + <p> + “Did any of the boys go out on the train?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Only Wilkinson,” one replied. + </p> + <p> + “Where's he going?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know,” said the other. “As he took his clothes-bag, it doesn't + look as if he was coming back.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock set off for Norton's office. He did not know how he got there, + because a reaction had begun, and he sat down feeling powerless and badly + shaken. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0030" id="link2HCH0030"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXX + </h2> + <h3> + UNDERSTANDING + </h3> + <p> + At midnight, Charnock, sitting drowsily in a chair in Norton's office, + roused himself with a jerk. He was too anxious about Festing to go to bed, + but bodily fatigue reacted on his brain and dulled his senses. For all + that, he thought he heard steps in the snow, and getting up quickly went + to the door. The bitter cold pierced him like a knife and he shivered. A + man stood outside, and his dark figure, silhouetted against the snow, was + somehow ominous. Charnock tried to brace himself, for he feared bad news. + </p> + <p> + “Well?” he said hoarsely. + </p> + <p> + “It's Musgrave; the doctor sent me along. Your partner's taken a turn. + He's going the right way now.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock looked at the messenger. His relief was overwhelming and he could + not speak. + </p> + <p> + “That's all, but I guess it's good enough, and you can go to sleep,” the + other resumed, and went away. + </p> + <p> + When he vanished among the trees Charnock returned to his chair. He + thought he ought to have brought the man in and made him some coffee, but + he was horribly tired and did not want to move about and talk. Besides, he + was conscious of a poignant satisfaction that prevented his thinking about + anything else. While he indulged it a wave of fatigue swept over him and + his head drooped. He tried to open his eyes but could not, and a few + minutes later he was sound asleep. + </p> + <p> + When he awoke the sun shone into the office and he felt stiff and cramped, + but not cold. This was strange, and he glanced at the stove, which he had + expected to find nearly out. The iron, however, glowed a dull red and he + could hear the cordwood snapping. Somebody must have put in fresh fuel, + and looking at his watch he got up with a start. The men had been at work + for two hours, with nobody to superintend them. Then he heard a movement + and turning round saw one in the room. + </p> + <p> + “Feeling better, boss?” the fellow asked. “Mr. Kerr told me to come and + see if you were awake. Said you'd find breakfast ready if you went to his + place.” + </p> + <p> + “I expect you thought waiting for me to wake was easier than rolling + logs,” Charnock suggested. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, well!” said the other; “you won't find we've fooled away much time.” + </p> + <p> + Charnock went to Festing's shack and the doctor nodded and indicated his + comrade's bunk. As Charnock stopped beside it Festing turned his head. + </p> + <p> + “Things going all right, Bob?” + </p> + <p> + “They were last night,” said Charnock, with some embarrassment. “I don't + know about this morning because I've just got up. But how are you?” + </p> + <p> + Festing smiled. “Much better; imagine I'm not knocked out yet. You needn't + bother about being late. The boys are a pretty good crowd, and they like + you. I'm rather glad you didn't hustle them as much as I wanted.” + </p> + <p> + “That's enough,” said the doctor, who followed Charnock to the door and + gave him a hopeful report. + </p> + <p> + Charnock ate a very good breakfast in Kerr's shack, but his face was grave + when he began his work. Luck had put upon him a heavy responsibility, but + he must shoulder the load. Sadie and Helen and Festing had given him much, + and now the time had come to pay them back. Moreover, with the + responsibility had come a chance of proving and, so to speak reinstating, + himself. He was entangled in a coil from which there was but one way out; + he must stand by his comrade and finish the contract, or own himself a + wastrel. The difficulties were obvious, but there was some encouragement. + Perhaps the hardest battle had been fought, for he had grappled with his + craving for liquor and thought he had won. Then the pain had not troubled + him for some time. + </p> + <p> + The men gave him no trouble, and he imagined they worked with more energy + than usual. Now and then one or another stopped to ask, with obvious + sincerity, how the boss was getting on; men from the railroad gangs, some + of whom he scarcely knew, made inquiries, and Charnock felt moved. His + partner's justice had won him respect, but he saw that some of the + sympathy was meant for himself. + </p> + <p> + Two days later he heard the rumble of an approaching supply train and + walked up the track to meet it. The locomotive stopped farther off than he + expected, and a woman got down. Running forward, he saw that it was Helen. + </p> + <p> + “Stephen's doing well; that's the first thing you'll want to know,” he + said when they met. + </p> + <p> + “I know it already. A man told me as soon as the train stopped; he seemed + to guess who I am.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” said Charnock; “the boys are very good! It makes me proud to feel + they all like Stephen. But why didn't you telegraph us? The Company would + have sent on the message.” + </p> + <p> + Helen smiled. “I didn't see much use in doing so. You knew when your + letter would arrive and how long it would take me to come. It's + significant that you came to meet the train.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps it's characteristic that I came too late to help you down! But + the engineer stopped short of the usual place, and I really have much to + do just now.” + </p> + <p> + Helen gave him a quick glance. Bob had not lost his humor, but had gained + something else. He was thin and haggard, but looked determined. Although + his smile was frank, his mouth was firm and his eyes were steady. + </p> + <p> + “I know!” she answered quickly; “I know what you have done for Stephen and + what you mean to do. There is nobody else who can help him and if there + was, the help would not be like yours.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you,” said Charnock. “I'm afraid you're mistaken about one point, + but I have an extra reason for doing the best I can.” Then he paused and + smiled. “We tried to make the place comfortable, but you'll find things + rough. One lives in a rather primitive way at a construction camp.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps, so far, I have found things too smooth.” + </p> + <p> + Then Helen asked him about the accident and he told her as much as he + thought advisable, until they reached the shack, where the doctor met them + at the door. + </p> + <p> + “I expect you're Mrs. Festing,” he said. “You'll find your husband able to + talk, but remember that he must be kept calm. I'm going out, but will be + back soon, and we'll see about getting you some food.” + </p> + <p> + He took Charnock away, and Festing looked up with a strained expression as + Helen crossed the floor. Her eyes were wonderfully gentle, and stooping + beside the bunk she kissed him and put her arm round his neck. + </p> + <p> + “My dear!” she said softly. “My poor hurt dear! I have come to take care + of you until you get well.” + </p> + <p> + “I imagine I'll need to be taken care of afterwards,” Festing answered, + with a forced smile. “It looks as if I hadn't much ground for + self-confidence.” + </p> + <p> + Helen pressed his arm. “We have both made mistakes; but we won't talk + about that now. Do you really feel you're getting better?” + </p> + <p> + “Of course,” said Festing, smiling. “Very much better! I'll get well + remarkably fast now you have come.” + </p> + <p> + Helen brought a chair and for a time they engaged in happy but careless + talk. Both knew there was much to be said, but Helen skilfully avoided + striking a serious note. The time for that had not arrived yet. + </p> + <p> + When it got dark the doctor came in and joined them at a meal. + </p> + <p> + “The engineers have promised to put me up to-night, and I must leave + to-morrow when the train goes out,” he said. “I'll try to get back, but + Musgrave knows what to do and will send for me if necessary. The most + important thing is to keep Mr. Festing quiet.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm afraid it will be difficult,” Helen answered. + </p> + <p> + The doctor's eyes twinkled. “So I imagine, but it's your job. If you find + it too hard, Musgrave will put your husband in plaster.” + </p> + <p> + He went East next morning with the supply train, and Helen was sorry to + see him go. He had done what was needed with quiet efficiency, but she + knew he had other patients scattered about a wide district. + </p> + <p> + Charnock came in for a few minutes now and then during the day, and + Musgrave was often about, but Helen was content to be left alone with her + husband. His helplessness moved her; he had been marked by such vigor and + energy, and it was strange to see him unable to move. Yet, while very + pitiful, she felt a vague satisfaction because she could help him and he + needed her. + </p> + <p> + When it was getting dark she went to the door and looked out. The evening + was calm and belts of pale-yellow broke the soft gray clouds. The eastern + peaks were touched with an orange glow, but the snow lower down faded + through shades of blue and purple into gloom. To the west, the pines were + black and sharp, with white smears on their lower branches, and a thin + haze rose from the river. The coloring of the landscape was harmoniously + subdued, but its rugged grandeur of outline caught Helen's eye, and she + stood for a few minutes, looking about with half-awed admiration. + </p> + <p> + “Do you feel the cold, Stephen?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Festing. “Wonderful view, isn't it? But what's it like + outside?” + </p> + <p> + “Very still. Everything has a soft look; the harsh glitter's gone and the + air has not the sting it had. Somehow the calm's majestic. The pictures + one sees of the mountains hardly give a hint; one feels this is the + grandest country in the world, but it looks strangely unfinished.” + </p> + <p> + Festing laughed. “A few ranches, roads, and cornfields would make a + difference? Well, they follow the Steel in Canada and it's my job to clear + the way. But the soft look promises warmer weather, and Bob will get ahead + if a Chinook wind begins to blow. I imagine he hasn't done very much the + last few days.” + </p> + <p> + “You mustn't bother about what Bob is doing,” Helen said firmly. + </p> + <p> + “Very well. Light the lamp and sit where I can see you. There's something + I want to say.” + </p> + <p> + Helen did so and waited until Festing resumed: “To begin with, I've been a + short-sighted, censorious fool about Bob. I'm ashamed to remember that I + said he was a shiftless wastrel. The worst is I can't apologize; it + wouldn't make things better to tell him what I thought.” + </p> + <p> + “That's obvious,” said Helen, with a smile. “Still, in a way perhaps, you + were not so very wrong. Bob was something of a wastrel; his wife has made + him a useful man.” + </p> + <p> + “Another thing I was mistaken about! I rather despised Sadie. Now I want + to take off my hat when I think of her. But it's puzzling. A girl without + polish, taste, or accomplishments marries a man who has them all. She has + no particular talents; nothing, in fact, except some beauty, rude + integrity, and native shrewdness. Yet she, so to speak, works wonders. + Puts Bob on his feet and leads him on, when nobody else could have pulled + him out of the mire!” + </p> + <p> + “She loved him,” said Helen softly. “Love gave her patience and + cleverness. However, I think Sadie did not always lead Bob. She knew when + to drive.” + </p> + <p> + Festing was silent for a few moments and then went on: “Well, I have + confessed two blunders and think it has done me good; but I'm getting + nearer what I want to say. Bob's something of a philosopher and once + remarked that events and people seldom force us into coils; our passions + and characters entangle us. He was scoffing at the power of the theatrical + villain and used Wilkinson for an example.” + </p> + <p> + “But Wilkinson had something to do with our troubles.” + </p> + <p> + “Not very much, after all. Perhaps he's accountable for my broken bones, + but it was my obstinacy and ridiculous self-confidence that sent me here. + That's what I really mean to talk about.” + </p> + <p> + “Is it necessary?” Helen asked. “I was foolish to be jealous of the farm. + Women have sometimes worse grounds for jealousy.” + </p> + <p> + “That would have been impossible for us! Nobody who knew you could be + attracted by another woman.” + </p> + <p> + “Bob was attracted,” said Helen with a blush. “One must own that he was + prudent. I haven't Sadie's courage and patience.” + </p> + <p> + “In those days, Bob was a besotted whisky-tank; but we are not going to + talk about him. I'm afraid I was forgetful and went my own way like an + obstinate fool. It was wrong, ridiculously wrong; I'm not going to excuse + myself, but I want you to understand.” + </p> + <p> + He paused, for effort and emotion had tired him, but presently resumed: “I + wouldn't use your money, but this wasn't altogether because I was too + proud to let you help. I wanted to keep you safe; farming's a risky + business, and I couldn't play a niggardly, cautious game. There was the + land, waiting to be worked; I couldn't spare labor or money. But since + both might be lost, I was afraid to use your fortune as a stake.” + </p> + <p> + “I understand,” said Helen. “All the same, I would have been glad to take + the risk. I don't think I'm very much afraid of hardship—” + </p> + <p> + Festing smiled. “You have pluck, but don't know the strain that the wives + of the struggling farmers have to bear. My object is to see that you don't + know. But there's another thing, harder to explain; you felt that I + neglected you, and I fear I did!” + </p> + <p> + “You didn't mean to neglect me. Perhaps I was foolish, Stephen, but I felt + you left me out. There were ways I could have helped.” + </p> + <p> + “I took the wrong line; that's plain now, but we must think of the future + and not make the same mistake. You are first with me, Helen, but I must + work; it's all I'm fit for. I can't play games and am not an amusing + talker—though I'm talking at large to-night. Well, we have made our + home on the prairie, and all round us the best wheat-soil in the world is + lying waste. They're getting short of food in Europe, America will soon + use all she grows, and folks in the older countries fix their eyes on us. + Then we have room for an industrious population on our wide plains, cities + are waiting to spring up, a new nation is being born. I and the others who + were given the land must clear the way. It's our business, our only + justification for being there. Sounds romantic and exaggerated, but I + think it's true!” + </p> + <p> + “It is true,” said Helen. “Your views are larger than mine.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Festing, smiling. “I don't often let myself go and look far + ahead. It's my share to tackle the job before my eyes; to drive the + tractor plow, and the grading scoop along the road reserve. For all that, + it's not a vague sense of duty that really drives me on; I must work, I'm + unhappy when I stop! I'm afraid I'll always feel like that. what are we + going to do about it?” + </p> + <p> + “You must let me help more.” + </p> + <p> + “I need help; that's something I have learned, and nobody can help like + you. But the strain will slacken soon. The things that will make life + easier for you are coming fast; branch railroads, telephones, busy little + towns, neighbors, and social amusements. Much that you enjoyed in England + will surround you on the plains. But it will not come as a gift, as it did + at home; we will have worked for and made it possible.” + </p> + <p> + Helen got up. Her color was higher than usual and her eyes sparkled. She + was romantic and Festing had struck the right note, with rude sincerity + and unconscious power. She saw visions of the future and the dignity of + the immediate task. In this wide, new country, man needed woman's help, + and her part was as large as his. Like Sadie, and many another, she heard + the call for Pioneers. Crossing the door she stood by Festing's bunk. + </p> + <p> + “I understand it all, Stephen. We must be patient and allow for small + differences in our points of view, for I think, in the main, we see + together. You must never leave me out again; I want to do my part.” + </p> + <p> + Festing said nothing, but he pressed her hand and she kissed him. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0031" id="link2HCH0031"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXI + </h2> + <h3> + CHARNOCK'S TRIUMPH + </h3> + <p> + Six weeks after the accident Musgrave and Charnock came into the shack one + evening. The former had examined Festing in the afternoon, and Helen gave + him a meaning look. It hinted that she had expected his visit and meant to + encourage him. + </p> + <p> + “Come near the stove and smoke if you like. It is very cold.” + </p> + <p> + “No sign of the frost's breaking, I suppose?” said Festing, who lay + propped up with pillows. “Did you get the particulars I asked for, Bob?” + </p> + <p> + Charnock gave him a paper with some calculations, and after a time he + nodded. + </p> + <p> + “On the whole, this is satisfactory; things are going better than I + thought. But what about the new job across the river?” + </p> + <p> + “Things are going better than he thought! Isn't that like Stephen?” + Charnock remarked to the others, and then turned to Festing. “However, I + expect you didn't mean to be rude and you never were very tactful. We + haven't begun the job you mentioned, but I don't know that it matters + since we're busy at something else, and that's not what I want to talk + about. Musgrave has examined you and gives us an encouraging report.” + </p> + <p> + “My opinion is that he can be moved and the journey home won't hurt him if + proper care is used.” + </p> + <p> + “But I don't want to be moved just yet,” Festing objected. + </p> + <p> + “No doubt,” said Musgrave dryly. “You are an obstinate fellow, but you're + in our hands now, and we have to think what is best for you. To begin + with, you won't be able to get about in time to be of much use, and you + don't get better as fast as you ought. Then I understood you were resigned + to going home before the contract is finished.” + </p> + <p> + “If I must; but I don't want to go now. I'm able to arrange things with + Charnock in the evenings.” + </p> + <p> + “The fact is he doesn't trust me yet,” Charnock remarked with a grin. + </p> + <p> + “You know that isn't true, Bob!” + </p> + <p> + “Then prove you trust me by going home with Helen. She has been plucky to + stay so long, and now you're fit to be moved, you oughtn't to keep her. + There's another thing; to be frank, you don't help much. We need a boss to + superintend, which you can't do, and when I want advice I can go to + Norton. As a matter of fact, when I come here in the evenings you find + fault with what I've done. When I undertake a job I like to feel I'm + carrying it out.” + </p> + <p> + Festing stopped him and looked at Helen, for he was not deceived by + Charnock's injured tone. + </p> + <p> + “I imagine this is something like a plot to get me away.” + </p> + <p> + “I think you would get better much faster at home, Stephen. You cannot do + anything useful here, and you cannot rest. Mr. Musgrave agrees.” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly. If he stays, Festing will do himself harm and bother his + partner.” + </p> + <p> + Festing knitted his brows and was silent for a moment or two. Then he + said, “Since it looks as if you had made your plans, I had better go. + You're a very good fellow, Bob; but if you can't keep things straight, + I'll come back and superintend from a stretcher.” + </p> + <p> + They talked about other matters, but when Charnock left, Helen put on her + furs and told Festing she wanted fresh air. Moonlight shone upon the dark + pines and sparkled on the snow, and when they came out of the shadow of + the trees she thought Charnock's face was grave. + </p> + <p> + “I'm grateful, Bob,” she said. “It's a big thing you have undertaken!” + </p> + <p> + “I frankly wish it was smaller,” Charnock answered. “I fact, I feel I have + been horribly rash. I haven't Stephen's constructive talent or, for that + matter, his energy, but somehow I mustn't be beaten.” + </p> + <p> + Helen gave him a gentle look. “You won't be beaten. It's unthinkable! We + trust you.” + </p> + <p> + Then she went back and read a newspaper to Festing, who was carried down + to the supply train next day and made comfortable in the caboose. Charnock + talked to him carelessly until the couplings tightened and the locomotive + began to snort, but his mouth was firm and his face set as he went back to + his work. He knew what he was up against, and there were difficulties he + had not told Festing about. + </p> + <p> + The days got longer, and the frost was relaxing its grip on the white + prairie, when Festing left his homestead and walked to the trail-fork to + meet the mail-carrier. He returned with some letters and sat down limply. + His face was thin and pale. + </p> + <p> + “I get tired soon, and there's nothing from Bob yet,” he grumbled as he + turned over the envelopes. “It's curious, because he told us the job was + nearly finished and some of the big engineers were coming out to examine + the track. They ought to have arrived some days ago, and I've no doubt + they'd test the work thoroughly when they were there.” + </p> + <p> + “You get too anxious,” Helen replied. “If you had a calmer temperament, + you would be stronger now. The engineers can hardly have had time to make + a proper test.” + </p> + <p> + “I have some grounds for being anxious. If the fellows aren't satisfied, + we won't get paid.” + </p> + <p> + Helen smiled. “You're really afraid that Bob may have been careless and + neglected something!” + </p> + <p> + “Bob's a very good partner; I've confessed that I misjudged him,” Festing + answered with a touch of embarrassment. “Still, you see, I know his + drawbacks, and I know mine. There were two or three pieces of work, done + before I left, that I now see might have been better planned.” + </p> + <p> + Helen went to the door, for she heard a soft drumming of hoofs on beaten + snow. + </p> + <p> + “Sadie's coming,” she said. “Perhaps she has some news.” + </p> + <p> + Festing followed her and Sadie stopped the horses, but did not get down. + </p> + <p> + “I've a telegram from Bob; he'll be home to-morrow,” she said. “He wants + you both to meet him at the station.” + </p> + <p> + “Did he say anything about the job being finished?” Festing asked as he + went down the steps. + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Sadie. “He seemed particularly anxious to see you at the depot; + my hands are too numb or I'd show you the telegram. I haven't time to come + in and don't want the team to stand in the cold.” + </p> + <p> + Then she waved her hand to Helen and drove away. + </p> + <p> + About six o'clock next evening Helen and Festing walked up and down beside + the track at the railroad settlement. There was no platform, but the + agent's office stood near the rails, with a baggage shed, and a big tank + for filtering saline water near the locomotive pipe. Behind these, three + tall grain-elevators, which had not been finished when Festing saw them + last, rose against the sky, dwarfing the skeleton frame of a new hotel. + The ugly wooden houses had extended some distance across the snow, and + Festing knew the significance of this. It was not dark yet, but the + headlamp of a locomotive in the side-track flung a glittering beam a + quarter of a mile down the line. In the west, a belt of saffron light, cut + by the black smear of a bluff, glimmered on the horizon. Festing indicated + the settlement. + </p> + <p> + “It has grown fast, but if things go as some of us expect, the change will + soon be magical. In a year or two you'll see a post-office like a palace, + and probably an opera-house, besides street cars running north and south + from the track.” + </p> + <p> + “I think I should like that,” Helen remarked. “When it comes, you will + have an office and a telephone, and be satisfied to superintend.” + </p> + <p> + Festing laughed. “It's possible, but there's much to be done first, and + I'm not getting on very fast just now. Still I don't feel knocked out and + I've walked half a mile.” + </p> + <p> + Glancing at the elevator towers and blocks of square-fronted houses that + rose abruptly from the snow, Helen mused. The settlement jarred her + fastidious taste, but she had seen Western towns that had, in a few years, + grown out of their raw ugliness and blossomed in an efflorescence of + ambitious architecture. Such beauty as they then possessed was not refined + or subdued, but it was somehow characteristic of the country and + harmonized with the builders' optimism. There was no permanence on the + prairie; everything was in a fluid state of change and marked by a bold, + but sometime misguided, striving for something better. Then she turned to + her husband. His face was thin and she noted lines that came from mental + strain and physical suffering, but his eyes were calm. She liked his look + of quiet resolution. + </p> + <p> + “You are getting stronger fast,” she said. “The days are lengthening, + spring is near, and you will soon be able to work again. Well, I will not + try to stop you. When the prairie is plowed and covered with wheat I want + you to feel that you have done your part. The change that is coming will + bring the things women like; comfort, amusements, society. But what about + you and the others, the pioneers, when there is no more ground to be + broken and the way is cleared?” + </p> + <p> + Festing smiled. “As a rule, the pioneer sells his homestead and goes on + into the wilds to blaze another trail, but I imagine I shall be glad to + rest. If not, we're an adaptable people and there are different ways of + helping things along. One can learn to use other tools than the ax and + plow.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah,” said Helen, “You are getting broader. You see clearly, Stephen, and + your views are often long, but I sometimes thought you focused them too + narrowly on the object in front. Perhaps I shall have done something if I + have taught you to look all round. But here's Sadie and the train.” + </p> + <p> + A light sprang out from the distant bluff and grew into a dazzling + fan-shaped beam. Then the roar of wheels slackened, and Sadie joined the + others as a bell began to toll, and with smoke streaming back along the + cars the train rolled into the station. Somebody leaned out from the rails + of a vestibule, and Sadie began to run beside the track. + </p> + <p> + “Come along!” she cried. “It's Bob!” + </p> + <p> + Festing and Helen followed, and when they reached the vestibule Charnock + pushed a door open and took them inside. The car was brightly lighted, but + not furnished on the usual plan. A table stood in the middle, the + curtained berths were at one end, and there were cases holding books and + surveying instruments. It was obviously meant for the use of railroad + managers and engineers, and three or four gentlemen stood near the table, + as if they had just got up. Festing saw that one was Dalton, who advanced + eagerly as Helen came in. He presented his companions to her and Sadie, + and a gentleman who was well known on Canadian railroads gave Festing his + hand. Another was Norton's employer, a famous contractor. + </p> + <p> + “Sit down,” said the first. “The engineer wants to fill his tank, and they + won't pull out until we are ready.” Then he turned to Festing. “We have + examined a piece of tract you helped build and I must compliment you on a + first-class job. As a rule, we are glad to get our contract work up to + specification, but you have done better.” + </p> + <p> + “My partner is really responsible for that,” Festing replied. “I got + knocked out soon after we made a good start and had to leave him to carry + on.” + </p> + <p> + The contractor smiled as he interposed: “A good beginning counts for much, + and I'm glad to state that Mr. Charnock has kept to your lines. When you + were forced to leave it seemed prudent to make some inquiries, but we + found that your partner was doing high-grade work, and now we have + inspected it, I must admit that Norton's favorable reports were deserved.” + He paused and turned to Sadie. “If your husband's as good a farmer as an + engineer, he'll make progress.” + </p> + <p> + Sadie flushed with pride. “Looks as if he'd made some already, but you + didn't run much risk when you trusted him.” + </p> + <p> + “My wife's the farmer and my partner the engineer,” Charnock remarked. “I + know my limits, but try to keep going when somebody starts me well.” + </p> + <p> + “You have gone farther than our bargain demanded, which doesn't often + happen,” said the contractor, who turned to Festing. “Mr. Charnock has my + cheque for the main job, but there are some accounts to make up and you + won't find my cashier disputes the extras. Perhaps that's all I need say, + except that you have satisfied me, and, I gather, satisfied your men. In + fact, you and Mr. Charnock leave us with general good feeling.” + </p> + <p> + Then they talked about something else until a man came in to say that the + locomotive tank was filled, and the engineer and contractor went to the + vestibule with their guests. For a minute or two the group stood on the + platform, exchanging farewell compliments, while the station agent waited + in the snow. Then the engineer said: + </p> + <p> + “I wanted to meet your husband, Mrs. Festing, and if we have any more + difficult work, hope you will let me have him again.” + </p> + <p> + “He came back the worse last time,” Helen answered smiling. “I'm not sure + I would have the courage to let him go. Besides, he has other work at + home. A farm makes many demands on one.” + </p> + <p> + “I have no doubt it does,” agreed the engineer. “One imagines that on the + Festing farm all demands will be met.” + </p> + <p> + He signed to the agent, the others went down the steps, and the bell began + to toll as the lighted cars rolled by. The rattle of wheels got louder, + and a plume of smoke trailed back and spread in a dingy cloud, but Helen + and Festing stood, a little way from the others, watching the receding + train. They felt that something was finished; satisfactorily finished + amidst well-earned praise, but done with for good. Festing looked at Helen + with a comprehending smile. + </p> + <p> + “You answered right; I'm not going back! Our work is waiting, here on the + plains.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah,” said Helen softly, “how much easier you make it when you call it + ours!” + </p> + <p> + They went to the hotel where they had left the team, and as the others + followed Sadie turned to her husband with a glow of happy pride. He had + come back, so to speak, triumphant, the guest of famous men who had said + flattering things about him, and for his sake the train had been held up + while the great contractor talked to her. + </p> + <p> + “Bob,” she said, “you have made good! I can't tell you all I feel about + it. 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