For several strenuous minutes they reeled, locked together, about the trail, and fell against the trees, while neither of them concerned himself greatly about the strict rules of the game. They smote when it was possible and clinched when they could; but all the time they were drawing steadily nearer the creek.
In the meanwhile Leger and Ingleby, as well as one or two miners who purposed purchasing bread from Hetty, came out from among the pines, and a corporal of police rode up on the opposite side of the creek. The miners, who did not notice him, naturally stopped.
"It"s that young a.s.s Probyn," said Ingleby. "No doubt he deserves all he is apparently getting."
"He is in uniform, anyway," said Leger. "We"ll have to stop them. Let the lad go, Tomlinson!"
Tomlinson did not hear him, for just then he swung the trooper off his feet, and staggering forward a pace or two fell with him into the creek.
They splashed into the water, and apparently rolled over and over in the midst of it, while confused shouts rose from the miners.
"Pull him off. No, stand clear. Let them have a show!"
Then the corporal of police, trotting forward, pulled his horse up at the edge of the creek.
"Let up on that man, prospector," he said sharply.
Tomlinson seemed to hear him, for he relaxed his hold and slowly stood up, while Trooper Probyn rose in the middle of the creek with the water draining from him and blood on his cheek. The miners gathered round, but the corporal sat stiffly in his saddle with expressionless face.
"Stand off, you," he said, with a glance at them, and then turned to Probyn. "Now, what in the name of thunder is the meaning of this circus?"
"It"s a little difference of opinion," said the trooper. "Prospector Tomlinson felt I"d said something insulting to him."
The corporal appeared to reflect. "Considering where you were sent to, I can"t quite figure what you were doing here, anyway; but that"s not the point," he said. "I"ll trouble you to come along to the outpost, Tomlinson."
One of the miners stepped forward. "He"s staying where he is," he said.
"I guess the trooper made the trouble and only got what he wanted.
Hadn"t both of you better light out of this?"
There was a little grim murmur of approbation, but the corporal, who dropped his bridle, looked at the men with steady eyes.
"I"m not asking your opinions, boys," he said.
Then Probyn turned to him. "As a matter of fact, they"re right in one respect," he said. "The little row had nothing to do with any question of duty. It was a private affair of mine. If it appears necessary, you can report it to Captain Esmond."
Once more the corporal, who was a shrewd man, appeared to reflect.
"Well," he said, "I saw your grey tethered when I came along the trail.
You"d better get him. If you"re wanted we"ll come along for you, Tomlinson."
Tomlinson turned, and looked at Probyn. "I guess," he said, slowly and distinctly, "if ever you start the same circus again I"ll kill you."
The corporal, who did not appear to hear him, though everybody else did, wheeled his horse, and Probyn walked by his stirrup when he rode away.
Then Ingleby turned to Tomlinson.
"There"s a good deal I want to know," he said.
"Well," said the big miner drily, "there"s very little you need worry about. You see, that young trooper isn"t fond of me, and there was a kind of unpleasantness when we ran up against each other."
"You were coming down the trail from the bakery when I saw you," said Leger.
"Yes," said Tomlinson, "we were."
"Then," said Leger, "since he ran up against you, Probyn must have been going there."
Tomlinson appeared to be considering the point. "Well," he said, "it looks quite like that."
There was evidently no more to be got out of him, and Leger and Ingleby went up the trail together towards the bakery. Tomlinson, however, stayed behind, and slipped a little crumpled bow of ribbon into his pocket.
XVIII
INGLEBY GOES AWAY
It was a week after the sequestration of the claim, and Ingleby leaned against a cedar with the firelight on his face, which was unusually resolute, and a bundle of clothing and blankets at his feet. Hetty sat on one of the hearth-logs in the shadow watching him quietly, and Leger stood in the doorway of the shanty with something very like anger in his eyes. He had for the last ten minutes enlarged upon every reason he could think of why Ingleby should remain with them, and the latter was still apparently as firmly decided as ever on going away.
"There"s not a grain of sense in your point of view," said Leger. "It"s sentiment run to seed, and sentiment of the most maudlin kind, at that.
Of course, I know all this is useless--nothing would move you--but it"s some small relief to let you know what I think of you. I suppose you will admit that what you"re going to do isn"t quite in keeping with the theories you once professed to believe in."
Hetty, who had a spice of temper, laughed. "Walter never believed in them--he only thought he did. He"s like the rest of you. You keep your ideas to talk about and worry people with."
Ingleby made a little deprecatory gesture. "I"ve no doubt I deserve it, Hetty, but you ought to see that I can"t stay here. I should, in fact, have gone away before, but I felt almost sure we would find the gold sooner or later."
"Who is responsible for throwing the claim away?" broke in Leger.
"Both of us, I fancy. Anyway, that"s not quite the question."
Leger made a last effort. "Now," he said, "you know very well that your chance of finding gold on the new claim is good, and we can very easily afford to grub-stake you until you strike it. In this country it"s quite a common arrangement. Apart from that--since you seem to be so abnormally sensitive--there"s enough for you and me to do chopping wood for the oven in the evenings to square the account altogether. I have, of course, pointed that out already; but if you will make an effort, I think you will remember that there was a time when you insisted on lending me what was, in the circ.u.mstances, a considerable sum of money."
"I can remember most clearly that only the fear of seeing you arrested for manslaughter induced a certain young lady to agree to it."
Hetty looked up sharply. "I"m not going to answer that--I"m too vexed,"
she said. "It isn"t the least use trying to persuade him, Tom."
"No," said Leger, with a little gesture of resignation, "I"m afraid it isn"t. You are going to work for Tomlinson, Walter?"
"Yes," said Ingleby. "That is, now and then--a day or two to keep me going while I find out what is in the claim. He wants more water, and is putting up a flume. I had a five-dollar bill from him yesterday."
He stopped a moment, and the firelight showed there was a trace of deeper colour than usual in his face as he held out a little strip of paper to Hetty.
"Will you put that to my credit, and let me have two loaves now?" he said.
Leger said something viciously that was not very distinct, while Hetty sat still a moment glancing at the paper without touching it, and then gravely held out her hand.
"You will get them in the store," she said.
Ingleby disappeared into the shadows, and the two who were left said nothing whatever, but Hetty moved a trifle so that Leger could not see her face. Then Ingleby came back with the bread, and quietly slung his traps about him before he held out his hand.