He was a reckless stripling with a certain grace of manner which he could scarcely have acquired in the ranks of the Northwest Police, though men whose family name is well known in the older country occasionally join that service for reasons which they do not as a rule explain. He was comely, and he not infrequently loitered at the bakery, even when he was supposed to be elsewhere at his duty. It happened that he stood there one Sat.u.r.day afternoon, watching Hetty Leger with undisguised appreciation, when there was n.o.body else about. He had perhaps chosen that particular time because Leger, who had shown that he did not approve of him, was at the mine; but there were smears of flour upon his uniform which suggested what his occupation had been.
Hetty, who rather liked the lad, looked distinctly pretty just then, as, with sleeves rolled to the elbow, she moulded a loaf for the oven. The bush was very still, and it was pleasantly cool in the shadow of the pines, which rolled in sombre ranks down the face of the hill. It was, perhaps, unfortunate that Hetty smiled as she held out the bread.
"You can put this loaf in and seal up the oven if you"re very good," she said.
Probyn seized the loaf somewhat clumsily, so that in steadying it Hetty"s fingers left an impression on the plastic dough.
"Now," said Probyn gravely, "that ought to make it worth another ten dollars to anybody."
"Would you think it worth all that?"
"A hundred," said Probyn, "would not be too much. I"d buy the thing now only, unfortunately, I haven"t a coin of any kind by me. There are, you see, a good many disadvantages attached to being a police trooper."
"Are there?" said Hetty. "Then why did you become one, and what would you have liked to be?"
"That," answered the lad, with a trace of dryness, "is neither here nor there." Then his eyes twinkled again. "A baker! Couldn"t you give me that loaf on credit--to keep forever?"
"I certainly couldn"t. Besides, you would eat it the first time you were hungry. Hold it still while I make it smooth again!"
She did it with dainty little pats, and the lad watched her, openly appreciative, with his head on one side, for her pose and the movements of arm and shoulder effectively displayed a prettily moulded figure.
"There"s a little bit you have left out. Hadn"t you better go round it again?" he said.
It was, perhaps, not altogether wise of Hetty to laugh provokingly as she glanced at him; but she was young, and masculine approbation was no more distasteful to her than it is to most young women. She also believed--as she had, indeed, once pointed out to Tom Leger--that, though Trooper Probyn had very little sense, there was not a grain of harm in him.
"Why? It"s quite smooth enough," she said.
"You do it so prettily. Of course, that"s only what one would expect from a girl with a hand like that. The wrist runs into it so nicely, too. When some people try to work their wrists get red, you know."
"Put the bread into the oven--now," said Hetty severely.
The lad, who noticed a certain warning tone he had heard before, did as he was bidden, and luted up the door of the big clay-built oven. When he returned there was no longer any of Hetty"s arm visible beneath her sleeve.
"It"s getting late, and I have the boys" supper to look after," she said significantly.
Probyn knew by the lengthening of the shadows that this was true, and he had still a long round to make; but he was a trifle more inconsequent than usual that afternoon, and in place of taking his departure leaned against a cedar.
"Well," he said, "I mean to stay a little. It"s very pleasant here."
The statement was perfectly warranted, for the sound of the river came up soothingly across the pines, and through openings between them one could see the tremendous ramparts of never-melting snow that cut cold and white against the blue. Hetty, too, standing with fluffy hair a trifle disordered, and with the sunlight streaming between the great branches upon her, was very alluring; but still, it was unfortunate that Trooper Probyn did not go. He was not aware that Tomlinson, who had had difficulties with the flume he was building, was just then coming up the hillside in a somewhat uncertain temper.
"You have been here quite an hour," said Hetty.
"A year," said Probyn, "wouldn"t be half enough for me. Now, I"ve a piece of news I hadn"t the heart to tell you--and you"ll try to be brave. Esmond is sending two or three of us South very shortly, and I"m very much afraid I will be one of them."
"Is that all?" and Hetty laughed.
The lad looked at her reproachfully. "You seem to bear up astonishingly well. It will be different with me. You may even have married one of those miner fellows by the time I come back again."
There was no apparent reason why the suggestion should drive the smile out of Hetty"s eyes; but it certainly did; though Probyn did not notice her sudden change of mood.
"Yes," he said, "I"m afraid I"ll have to go, and that"s why I want you to give me something to remember you by when I"m far away. It needn"t be very much. That pretty little ribbon at your neck would do."
The request was not out of keeping with the trooper"s usual conversation, which consisted largely of badinage, and Hetty could not be expected to realize that he now and then meant what he said. It, however, happened that Ingleby, who said it suited her complexion, had once laughingly bought her that ribbon in a Vancouver dry-goods store.
"You certainly can"t have it," she said, a trifle sharply.
Probyn, who perversely fancied her decisiveness was a.s.sumed and intended to be provocative, lost his head.
"Then you don"t mean to give me a trifle of that kind after chopping wood for you two days every week and kneading an ovenful of bread?" he said.
"No," said Hetty, who was by no means anxious to detain him now. "It wasn"t anything like that often, and I told you I was busy. Why don"t you go?"
"Then I"m afraid I"ll have to take it," said Probyn, with a reckless laugh.
In another moment his hand was on Hetty"s shoulder, and it was unfortunate he did not see the indignation in her face as she strove to thrust him away. There was no doubt about the genuineness of it now, for her cheeks were flushed with anger; but the trooper"s persistence was not lessened by the fact that a pin entered one of his fingers as he clutched at the little bow. The momentary pain, indeed, drove what little sense he had out of his head, and he became the more determined upon obtaining possession of the coveted ribbon.
Just then a big, long-limbed man with a grim, bronzed face came out of the shadow of the pines and stopped for a moment with a smothered expletive. It was not altogether unnatural that he should misunderstand the situation, and he sprang forward suddenly when he recovered from his astonishment. Probyn had by this time succeeded in tearing away the bow, and there was a rustle of draperies as Hetty, who shook off his relaxing grasp, inconsequently fled; but in another moment a hard hand fell upon his shoulder and swung him round. In fact, so rude was the wrench that he reeled backwards for a pace or two, and on recovering his balance found himself face to face with a big and very angry man who regarded him out of half-closed eyes in a distinctly unpleasant fashion.
"It"s you, Tomlinson! What the devil did you mean by that?" he said.
"Well," said the miner drily, "I guess it ought to be quite plain to you."
Probyn, who looked around, saw that Hetty had vanished into the shanty.
"Now, look here, there really isn"t the slightest reason why you should make an a.s.s of yourself," he said. "I am, of course, not telling you this because I am afraid of anything you can do."
Tomlinson"s face grew a little darker in hue as he glanced at the strip of crumpled ribbon still in the lad"s hand.
"I want that thing. Pa.s.s it across," he said.
Probyn smiled, for his recklessness was, perhaps, partly accounted for by the fact that there was what is usually termed good blood in him.
"I"ll have considerable pleasure in seeing you hanged first," he said.
"Well," said Tomlinson, "we"ll fix all that. Now, light out of this. You don"t want the circus right in front of the shanty."
The lad made a little gesture of comprehension as he swung round, and Tomlinson gravely walked after him until they could no longer be seen from the shanty. Then Probyn turned to him again.
"We"re far enough, I think," he said.
He stood, strung up, but apparently impa.s.sive, with his left arm across him and his right hand clenched at his side, and only a suggestion of watchfulness in his steady eyes. Tomlinson smiled grimly.
"If I were to hit you hard I"d kill you, sure. I"m raised to-day," he said. "I guess a souse in the creek will have to do instead."
Probyn saw that the issue must be faced, and he was by no means deficient in courage, or he would not have ridden long with the Northwest Police. Stepping forward, with a thrust from his right foot, he feinted with his left hand at the miner"s face, and then, swinging downwards with lowered head, got in a right-hand body blow that would probably have staggered another man. Tomlinson, however, took it with no more than a gasp, and flinging out his right hand closed with him, which was singularly unfortunate for Trooper Probyn. He had been accounted tolerably proficient with the gloves in another land, but it is not for pastime that men fight in the wilderness, and there the disablement of one"s opponent by any means available is the object of the game.
Probyn had the pride which breeds courage and endurance, as well as vigour; but he had not swung the axe and shovel for twenty years, as Tomlinson had done, in the strenuous, unceasing grapple with unsubdued Nature which hardens every muscle and sinew in the men of the Northwest.
They have the pride of manhood in place of the pride of birth, and a grim optimism which chiefly finds expression in attempting that which is apparently beyond accomplishment, and in holding on, in spite of frost and snow and icy gale, until achievement comes. Thus it came about that in a very few seconds Trooper Probyn recognized that he was no match for the miner, though he had no intention of admitting it or of being put into the creek if he could by any means avoid it.