"Have you any ground for preventing my speaking here?" Sewell asked.
"Yes, sir," said the warden. "I guess we have. It"s down in the park charter. You can"t peddle those papers either. Call your boys in."
"The men who made those laws, as usual, made them to suit themselves."
"Well," said the warden, "I guess that don"t matter now. There they are.
All you have to do is to keep them, and n.o.body"s going to worry you."
There was an embarra.s.sing silence for a moment or two, for everybody felt the tension and realized that the position was rife with unpleasant possibilities; but the stolid warden stood eyeing the crowd unconcernedly, and, as usual, the inertia of British officialdom conquered. Sewell made a little whimsical gesture of resignation, and raised his hand.
"I"m afraid we"ll have to break up, boys. There"s nothing to be gained for anybody by making trouble now," he said. "If we can hire a big store of any kind I"ll talk to you to-morrow."
He sprang down from the stump, the crowd melted away, and Hetty laughed as she glanced at her companions.
"That man has really a good deal more sense than some people with his notions seem to have," she said.
Ingleby shook his head at her. "You mean people who pull gates down on Sunday afternoons?" he asked. "Still, I scarcely think it was to save himself trouble he told them to go home, and n.o.body could have expected very much sympathy from the men who listened to him. He"s wasting his time on them--they"re too well fed. What do you think, Tom?"
Leger, who did not answer him for a moment, glanced thoughtfully through an opening between the stately trunks towards the far-off gleam of snow.
"This Province," he said drily, "is a tolerably big one, and from what I"ve heard they may want a man of his kind in the Northern ranges presently. It isn"t the supinely contented who face the frost and snow there, and the Crown mining regulations don"t seem to appeal to the men who stake their lives on finding a little gold. They appear to be even less pleased with those who administer them."
VII
HETTY BEARS THE COST
It was towards the end of the arduous day, and Ingleby was glad of the respite the breakage of a chain cargo-sling afforded him. The white side of a big Empress liner towered above the open-fronted shed, and a string of box cars stood waiting outside the sliding doors behind him. A swarm of men in blue jean were hurrying across the wharf behind clattering trucks laden with the produce of China and j.a.pan, for the liner had been delayed a trifle by bad weather, and the tea and silk and sugar were wanted in the East. Already a great freight locomotive was waiting on the side track, and, as Ingleby knew, the long train must be got away before the Atlantic express went out that evening. He had been promoted to a post of subordinate authority a few weeks earlier, and both he and Leger were, in the meanwhile, at least contented with their lot, for the great railway company treated its servants liberally.
There was, however, nothing that he could do for a minute or two, and he leaned against a tier of silk bales with a bundle of dispatch labels and a slip of paper in his hand, while Leger sat upon the truck behind him.
He had, though it was no longer exactly his business, been carrying sugar bags upon his back most of that afternoon, partly to lessen the labour of Leger who had not his physique, and now the white crystals glittered in his hair and clung, smeared with dust, to his perspiring face. His sleeves were rolled back to the elbow, showing his brown arms, which had grown hard and corded since he came to Canada; while his coa.r.s.e blue shirt, which was open at the neck and belted tight at the waist, displayed as more conventional attire would not have done the symmetry of a well set-up figure.
"We are still short of a few tea chests," said Leger. "However, if you would mark the two lots I"ve got yonder we could clear that car for dispatch as soon as the rest come out."
Ingleby glanced at his slip. "I"ll wait until I get the others. It will keep the thing straighter. There"s a good deal more in sorting cargo than I fancied there could be until I tried it, and it"s remarkably easy to put the stuff into the wrong car."
"Then it might be well to keep your eye on those chests of tea. I can"t keep the boys off them. There"s another fellow at them now."
Ingleby swung round, and signed to a perspiring man who stopped with a truck beside the cases in question.
"Leave that lot alone! It"s billed straight through, express freight, East," he said. "Stick this ticket on the cases, Tom."
Leger moved away, and Ingleby was endeavouring to sc.r.a.pe some of the sugar off his person when a man, whom he recognized as one of the leading citizens of Vancouver, and several ladies, came down the steamer"s gangway. Then he started and felt his heart throb as his glance rested on one of them, who, as it happened, looked up just then.
It was evident that she saw him, and he was unpleasantly sensible that his face was growing hot. There was, he would have admitted at any other time, no reason for this, but in the meanwhile it was distinctly disconcerting that Grace Coulthurst should come upon him in his present guise, smeared with dust and half-melted sugar. Then he occupied himself with his cargo slip, for it was in the circ.u.mstances scarcely to be expected that she would vouchsafe him any recognition.
The longing to see her again, however, became too strong for him, and looking up a moment he was conscious of a blissful astonishment, for she was walking straight towards him with a smile in her eyes. She seemed to him almost ethereally dainty in the dust and turmoil of the big cargo shed, and for the moment he forgot his uncovered arms and neck, and felt every nerve in him thrill as he took the little gloved hand she held out. What she had done was not likely to be regarded as anything very unusual in that country, where most men are liable to startling vicissitudes of fortune and there are no very rigid social distinctions; but Ingleby failed to recognize this just then, and it was not astonishing that he should idealize her for her courage.
"You are about the last person I expected to meet. What are you doing here?" she said, with the little tranquil smile that became her well.
Ingleby"s heart was throbbing a good deal faster than usual, but he held himself in hand. Miss Coulthurst was apparently pleased to see him, but there was an indefinite something in her serene graciousness which put a check on him. It was, he felt, perhaps only because she was patrician to her finger-tips that she had so frankly greeted him. A girl with less natural distinction could, he fancied, scarcely have afforded to be equally gracious to a wharf-labourer.
"I am at present loading railway cars with tea and silk, though I have been carrying sugar bags most of the day," he said.
Grace showed no sign of astonishment as she glanced at his toiling comrades, and, though this was doubtless the correct att.i.tude for her to a.s.sume, Ingleby was, in spite of his opinions, not exactly pleased until she spoke again.
"Don"t you find it rather hard work?" she said. "Of course, one cannot always choose the occupation one likes here, but couldn"t you find something that would be a little more--profitable?"
Ingleby laughed. "I"m afraid I can"t," he said. "In this city the one pa.s.sport to advancement appears to be the ability to play in the band, and I was, unfortunately, never particularly musical. Still, there is no reason why I should trouble you with my affairs. I wonder if I might venture to ask you how you came to be here?"
"It is quite simple. Major Coulthurst was appointed Gold Commissioner in one of the mining districts, and I came out with him; but he has been sent to an especially desolate post in the Northern ranges, and I am staying with friends in the city for a week or two. Then I am going to join him."
She stopped a moment, and then looked at him reflectively. "Why don"t you go North and try your fortune at prospecting, too? They have been finding a good deal of gold lately in the Green River country where my father is."
It had seemed to Ingleby almost unnatural that he should be so quietly discussing his affairs with the girl he had last seen nearly six thousand miles away. This was not the kind of meeting he would have antic.i.p.ated; but as she made the suggestion a little thrill once more ran through him, for he had heard that the district in question was a great desolation, and it almost seemed that she desired his company.
However, he shook off the notion as untenable, for there would be, he knew, a distinction between a placer miner and the Gold Commissioner"s daughter even in that land of rock and snow.
"I have thought of it," he said. "Some day I may go, but it is at the far end of the province, and for one who works on a steamboat wharf the getting there is a risky venture. I don"t suppose everybody finds gold."
"I"m afraid they don"t, and the cost of transporting provisions is a serious matter to those who fail. In fact, some of them have been giving my father trouble. They appear to lay the blame of everything on the mining regulations."
She stopped and glanced at him with a little smile. "From what I remember of your views, you would no doubt be inclined to agree with them."
Ingleby laughed, though it was pleasant to be told that she remembered anything he had said. "I really fancy I have learned a little sense in Canada, and I am not going to inflict my crude notions upon you again.
Still, there is a question I should like to ask. Did Mr. Esmond of Holtcar--recover?"
Grace noticed the sudden intentness of his tone, and looked at him curiously. "Of course. In fact, he got better in a week or two, and I think behaved very generously. The police could not induce him to give them any information about the men who injured him."
Ingleby started, and the girl saw the relief in his face.
"I wonder," he said, "if you ever heard who they were supposed to be?"
Grace turned a trifle and gazed at him steadily, though there was now a little flash in her eyes.
"You," she said, with incisive coldness, "were one of them?"
Ingleby grew hot beneath her gaze, for he felt that all the pride and prejudices of her station were arrayed against him. "You will remember the form of my question. I was supposed to be one of them--but that was all," he said.
Grace"s face softened, and she glanced at her companions, who, after waiting a little while, were just leaving the shed. "Of course," she said, "I should have known it was absurd to fancy that you could do anything of that kind."
"I am afraid I have kept you," said Ingleby. "Perhaps I should not have abused your kindness by letting you stop at all, but the desire to see you was too strong for me. I wonder whether even you would have dared to do as much had it been in England?"
There was a faint flush in the girl"s cheek, but she smiled as she held out her hand.
"I scarcely think we need go into that, and I can"t keep the others waiting any longer," she said. "Perhaps I shall meet you in the Green River country."