There was no answer, and Sewell stood up. "We don"t know what has happened, boys. Perhaps we never shall; but it seems to me one thing is certain--it wasn"t murder."
There was a little murmur of concurrence, and then Sewell made a gesture.
"It"s getting dark, and we"re most of us very wet," he said. "One or two of you cut a few fir boughs, and we"ll make a litter."
It was done, and in another few minutes a line of wet and silent men plodded behind their comrades who carried Trooper Probyn up the climbing trail.
XX
ACCESSORIES
Esmond was not at the outpost when the messengers reached it, nor was the corporal there, and it was two troopers to whom the miners delivered the dead lad. This fact, however, appeared to afford Sewell a certain satisfaction, and he and Tomlinson went back with Ingleby through the growing darkness to Leger"s shanty. It was once more raining hard when they reached it, and when Hetty had set a kettle of coffee before them they sat steaming in the little log-walled room with the door shut. Each of them was aware that there was a good deal to be said, and in all probability little time in which to say it; but the subject was difficult, and Hetty had cleared the table when Sewell turned to Tomlinson.
"There"s a plant in this country whose leaves the Indians believe are efficacious in stopping blood," he said. "I wonder if you could tell me where to find it?"
Tomlinson looked up with evident astonishment.
"If there is, I never heard of it," he answered. "I"ve no use for worrying "bout any plants just now."
Then he glanced round at the faces of the rest, and his eyes rested a moment upon Hetty. "I"m in a tight place, but you don"t believe I did the thing?"
"Of course not!" said Hetty, with a little flash in her eyes. "Why don"t you answer him, some of you?"
Ingleby would have spoken, but Sewell held up his hand. "I"m not sure you know how tight the place is, Tomlinson. If you"ll listen I"ll try to show you."
He spoke for two or three minutes, and even Ingleby, who had long looked up to him as a man of brilliant ability, was a trifle astonished at the ac.u.men which marked every point of the tersely logical exposition. It apparently left no loophole for doubt as to who had killed Trooper Probyn, and once or twice Leger moved uneasily. There was, however, a little incredulous smile in Hetty"s eyes.
"Now," said Sewell incisively, "have you anything to tell us?"
Tomlinson sat gazing at them stupidly, with the veins on his bronzed forehead swollen, and a dusky hue in his face. Ingleby was troubled as he watched him, and Leger leaned forward in his seat as though in a state of tense expectancy, but still the faint smile flickered in Hetty"s eyes. For almost a minute they could hear the wailing of the pines and the rain falling on the roof. Then Tomlinson spoke.
"I fired once--at a deer. That"s all," he said.
Ingleby was conscious at once of a certain sense of shame and an intense relief, for he recognized the truth in the miner"s voice, and Sewell had set out with relentless effectiveness the view the prosecution might be expected to take. The latter laughed as he glanced at Hetty.
"You would not have believed he did it if I had talked for hours?" he asked.
"No," said Hetty simply.
Sewell made her a little inclination, and then turned to the rest with a smile.
"We have only reason to guide us, and we argue clumsily," he said.
"Women, we are told, have none--in their case it apparently isn"t necessary. They were made differently. Insight, it seems, goes along with the charity that believes no evil."
It was not evident that Hetty quite understood him, for she sat looking at the fire with hands crossed in her lap, and Sewell turned to Tomlinson.
"I think the boys would believe you, as we do, but that, after all, scarcely goes very far. We have Esmond and the corporal to consider, and they are certainly not troubled with instinctive perceptions or any excess of charity. What is more to the purpose, they wouldn"t try you here."
Tomlinson made a little forceful gesture. "Now, if I"d n.o.body else to think of I"d stop right where I am; but there"s an old woman back there in Oregon who"s had trouble with the rest of us--"most all she could bear--and half of what I took out of the claim was to go to her. She was just to sit still and be happy, and never work any more. I guess it would break her heart if they hung me here in Canada."
He stopped a moment, and glanced at Hetty. "Still, she"d never believe I did it. She"s like you."
There was very little on the face of the statement, but a good deal lay behind it, as Hetty apparently realized, for a flush spread across her cheek for a moment and then faded away.
Tomlinson turned to the others with a gesture that was merely clumsy now. "I"m going away, boys, and I want a partner to hold my claim for me. If I leave it without an owner it falls to the Crown. You"d do the square thing by me and a widow woman on a half-share, Mr. Sewell?"
It was an offer most men would have eagerly closed with, but Sewell shook his head.
"You must ask some one else--it wouldn"t do," he said. "I have never taken a dollar I didn"t earn, and, you see, I would scarcely have tried to show you that you must clear out right away if I had meant to make a profit by your doing so."
Tomlinson smiled a little. "Is there a man along the Green River who"d believe that of you?"
"There are," said Sewell drily, "at least a few in other places who would be glad to make the most of the story. In fact, if certain papers got hold of it, I"m not sure I could live it down. That wouldn"t matter greatly, only, you see, a professional agitator"s character doesn"t belong to himself alone. Still, you are quite right on one point. You must have a partner--now. The agreement could, perhaps, be upset if it was made after it was known that there was a warrant out for you."
It appeared to all of them that Sewell had thrown away an opportunity for winning what might amount to a competence for life; but he only smiled at Tomlinson, who turned to Ingleby.
"Then it has to be you. A half-share, and you and Leger can work the thing between you. Neither of you is going to go back on me?"
Ingleby almost gasped, and his face flushed a little. It had seemed quite fitting that the offer should be made to Sewell, but there was no apparent reason why it should be thrust on him. He also saw that Leger was as little anxious to profit by it as he was himself.
"Do you suppose I would take advantage of your necessity by making a bargain of that kind?" he asked.
Tomlinson made a clumsy gesture. "You"d have to let your own claim go. A man can"t hold two placer claims, and you"re on the lead," he said.
"I"ve got to have a partner, and I guess I"m not offering any more than the thing"s worth to me."
"He"s right in one respect," said Sewell. "There are, of course, men in the valley who would be glad to take the claim on a smaller share--but they"re not here now, and Esmond and his troopers may turn up at any minute. Besides, the prospects of your finding gold on the claim you hold are tolerably good."
"I"ll be gone in "bout five minutes," said Tomlinson quietly. "If none of you will have the claim, it falls to the Crown."
That, at least, was evident, and Leger nodded when Ingleby glanced at him.
"A half-share is more than you are ent.i.tled to, but what you can do for Tomlinson is, as he pointed out, worth something, and you would have to let your own claim go," he said.
"Then I"ll offer him a thousand dollars for a third share, on condition that he takes a four months" bill for them. I"ll divide the risk and profit with you, Leger."
Leger smiled. "It seems to me Tomlinson is taking all the risk there is.
If you don"t find the money in the mine it"s scarcely likely that you will meet the bill. Still, the notion"s a good one. The thing has a more genuine look when it"s based on value received."
The agreement was drawn up hastily on a sc.r.a.p of uncleanly paper with Sewell"s fountain pen, but he made it hard and fast, while Hetty flitted busily between the shed and the shanty. Then Sewell carefully wiped and put away his pen.
"Do you know where you"re going, Tomlinson?" he asked.
"No," said the miner simply, "I hadn"t quite thought of that."