Leger sat silent a moment or two. "Perhaps I did, though I think I saw the weak points of the scheme clearly. They, however, didn"t count for so much then. n.o.body, you see, can put a big thing through by working it all out logically beforehand. It appears all difficulties if you look at it that way. One has to take his chances with the faith that attempts the impossible and the fire that carries him through an obstacle before he realizes that it is one. Sewell had the faith and the fire, and the trouble is that he hasn"t now. There has been a big change in the man since he came into the Green River country."
Ingleby could not controvert this, but it was evident to Leger, who watched him closely, that he had still full confidence in Sewell, and was as far as ever from guessing at any reason that might account for the change in him.
"Well," he said slowly, "we can"t back down now. What are we to do?"
"Go on. Play the game out to the bitter end. I think you know that as well as I do."
The little sign Ingleby made seemed to imply that there was nothing more to be said.
"Isn"t it time Hetty was back?" he asked.
He opened the door, and the cold struck through him like a knife. There was not a breath of wind astir, and the pines cut sharp and black against the luminous blueness of the night without the faintest quiver of a spray, for that afternoon an Arctic frost had descended upon the valley.
"I"ll go along and meet her," he said.
It was ten minutes later when he did so. She was plodding somewhat wearily up the climbing trail, a shapeless figure in a big blanket-coat, and she took his arm and leaned upon it. It occurred to him that Hetty had lost some of her brightness, and had been looking a little worn of late; but that was not astonishing, since the scanty food and strain of anxiety were telling upon everybody in the Green River valley. It was also a long way from the bakery to the hut where Tomlinson still lay helpless, and Ingleby felt very compa.s.sionate as the girl, who said very little, walked by his side. When at last he opened the door for her she sank into the nearest chair and turned to him with a curiously listless gesture.
"Keep it open--wide," she said.
Ingleby understood her, for the little room was very hot, and the sudden change of temperature from the frost of the Northwest had once or twice painfully affected him. Then as he turned again he heard a faint cry and saw Hetty clutch at the table. In another moment her chair went over with a crash, and he caught her as she fell.
"No!" said Leger sharply. "Don"t try to lift her. Lay her flat."
Ingleby stupidly did as he was bidden, and when Hetty lay at his feet, a pitiful, huddled object with blanched hands and face, beneath the snow-sprinkled coat, he felt an unnerving thrill of apprehension run through him as he looked down at her. Leger, however, kept his head.
"I don"t think there"s anything to be afraid of, but we must get these things loose about her neck," he said. "Undo that hook while I lift her head a little. It"s pressed right into her throat."
Ingleby dropped on one knee, and with clumsy fingers loosed the blanket-cloak. Then he stopped a moment, and glanced at Leger, who had slipped one arm under Hetty. As she lay, her garments were drawn tight about her neck and shoulders.
"Go on!" said Leger sharply. "Get that collar undone. Be quick. The thing is choking her."
Ingleby loosed the collar, though the blood crept to his face as the bodice fell apart from Hetty"s white neck. Leger was, however, not contented yet.
"Pull those hooks out, or cut the stuff," he said. "What--are--you stopping for?"
Ingleby got the hooks out, that is, one or two of them, and then he stopped again, while Leger saw the narrow black ribbon pressed into the white flesh upon which his eyes were fixed.
"I don"t know what that is, but pull it out," he said. "If you can"t get it loose, cut the thing."
Ingleby did as he was bidden, but there was no need to use the knife, for, as Leger moved his arm a little, the ribbon slackened, and a little trumpery locket which, as Ingleby knew, was not even of high-carat gold, slid out and lay on Hetty"s breast. As he saw it all the blood in his body seemed to rush into his face. Leger, however, apparently did not notice that.
"Get me the old jacket yonder. I want it under her shoulders," he said.
Ingleby got it and then stood leaning on the table, while Leger still knelt by his sister"s side. His face was set and anxious, but it was evident that he was equal to the occasion, and had not let his apprehensions master him. It was, however, different with Ingleby, for now there was no longer anything to do he felt that he was quivering.
"I"ll run for the American who"s looking after Tomlinson," he said.
Leger made a little sign. "No. Don"t go. I may want you. She"ll come round in a minute or two. This room must have been seventy, and outside it"s forty below. Where has your nerve gone?"
Ingleby did not know. It had, however, certainly deserted him, and he felt for once scarcely capable of doing anything as he leaned upon the table. Then Leger, who slipped the locket back beneath the dress, looked up at him.
"She mightn"t like to think we had seen it, and, of course, I didn"t know what the thing was," he said, and then added, without moving his eyes from Ingleby, "I wonder where she got it?"
Ingleby said nothing, though he knew. He had bought her the little trinket in England long ago, but it seemed to him that Hetty might not like her brother to know it. Apart from that, he was scarcely sensible of anything clearly, for he was overwhelmed by a horrible confusion, and he looked down at Leger vacantly until a little shiver seemed to run through the girl.
"Now see if you can find the coffee," said his comrade sharply. "There is a little somewhere. We have nothing else to give her."
Ingleby waited another moment until he saw a faint tinge of colour creep into Hetty"s face, and then he moved towards the box of stores, dazed from relief. He was busy for a moment or two, and when he turned again Hetty was lying in the low hide-chair with her brother"s arm about her and the blanket-coat clutched closely to her neck. Leger flashed a swift glance at him and pointed towards the door.
"I think it would be better if you got out of this," he said.
Ingleby also thought so and went forthwith. He felt that he could not meet Hetty"s eyes just then, and he wanted to be alone and get rid of the almost insufferable confusion that afflicted him. He had never made love to Hetty. They had been comrades, almost as brother and sister to each other; but she had worn his locket hidden on her breast, which was, he surmised, considerably more than a sister would have done. Brotherly tenderness could also, he realized, scarcely account for the uneasiness he had felt and the relief that had replaced it; but it appeared quite out of the question--in fact, a thought to shrink from--that he could be in love with two women. It was as unpleasant to contemplate the probability of two women being in love with him. He could find no solution of the problem as he swung along beneath the solemn pines, and when he reached his black and silent shanty his brain was still in a whirl. One thing alone was clear to him, and that was that Hetty was alive and apparently recovering.
In the meanwhile Sewell found that Coulthurst, who, it seemed, had gone across to the outpost, had not yet come home. Grace told him so standing in the doorway, with the sweeping lines of her figure cut in black against the light, and though she could see the admiration in his face he could not see her curious little smile. Miss Coulthurst had decided that the struggle between the miners and their rulers had continued long enough, and it was time she made some attempt to put an end to it.
"Still, I really think you might come in," she said. "He will be back before very long."
Sewell came in, and sat down opposite her across the hearth, and Grace glanced covertly at her little watch which hung upon the wall. Major Coulthurst was punctuality in itself, and she realized that she had about twenty minutes in which to do a good deal. Ingleby"s devotion to her--and it was, perhaps, significant that she felt that was the best description of it--was evident; but there were points on which he was as unyielding and impervious to suggestion as a rock; while Sewell, with his more delicately balanced nature and wider grasp of comprehension, was, in her hands, at least, as malleable clay.
"How long is this very unpleasant state of affairs to continue, Mr.
Sewell?" she asked. "You promised me we should have quietness this winter."
Sewell made a little deprecatory gesture. "Circ.u.mstances were too strong for me, but I have done what I could. Unpleasant as things are, they might be worse--considerably."
"It is a little difficult to see how they could be."
She had straightened herself a little, and sat looking at him with a certain quiet and half-scornful imperiousness which she knew became her, and yet was not altogether affected. Sewell, the democrat, understood exactly what she meant, and knew that it was not the loneliness or physical discomfort the blockade entailed that she was thinking of. It was the humbling of the pride of the ruling caste to which she belonged, and the bold denial of its prerogative of authority, that she felt the most. It was curious that he could understand this and sympathize with her as Ingleby, who only saw and did the obvious thing, could not have done.
"Well," he said, "I think this winter might have seen an undreamt-of overturning of const.i.tuted authority and the setting up of what you were once pleased to call a visionary Utopia. My comrades were almost ready to undertake it a little while ago. In fact, they only wanted somebody to show them how."
Grace laughed a careless, silvery laugh, which would have been wasted on Ingleby. There was no scorn in it now, only amus.e.m.e.nt, but Sewell nodded comprehendingly as he looked up at her.
"Your friends would naturally never believe it, but I almost think the inauguration of the Utopia would have been possible," he said. "At least, we could have cleared the ground for it."
"There are," said Grace suggestively, "men enough in this valley to make about one company."
"And between here and the Arctic sea enough to make such a small army-corps of marchers and marksmen as no country has ever enrolled beneath its banner. A very little spark in the right place will kindle a great blaze, you know; but I only want to show you that the thing might have happened. I scarcely think you need expect it now."
Grace looked at him with a curious intensity. "Then," she said, "you were afraid?"
"No," answered Sewell slowly. "I was not sure I was strong enough to control the forces I could set in motion, or that the result of unloosing them would be--Utopia. It seemed too big a risk. That was one reason--you can, perhaps, guess the other. After all, one has to admit that there are certain advantages attached to the direction of affairs by the more highly trained divisions of society."
"To which," said Grace, with a soft laugh, "you, of course, belong. What made--you--a democrat?"
Sewell made a little gesture. "Ah," he said, "that is a different story, and one I hardly care to go into, but perhaps the instincts one is born with can"t be entirely rooted out. I am, at least, not the iconoclast I was when I came into the valley. That, however, really isn"t very astonishing. I now have a good deal to lose."
He looked at her steadily with grave deference, but as like to like, and the girl recognized this and what his words implied. She was, however, playing a game then, and another swift glance at her watch showed her that she had little time in which to finish it.