My idea is that he will find it harder than he expected."
Frobisher laughed with quiet amus.e.m.e.nt.
"Mr. Allinson has still a good deal to learn and I"m afraid he"s much mistaken in this matter." He turned to Andrew. "Once you take an active interest in a big business you"ll find you can"t let go.
Instead of your directing the concern, it will come to own and drive you unmercifully hard. For the last ten years I"ve been trying to take life easier and escape from the pressure of affairs, but I"m still a long way from doing so. In fact, in spite of my good resolutions, it"s only an hour since I launched out on another new venture."
"Isn"t it largely a matter of temperament?" Andrew asked.
"No doubt; but not quite in the way you think--that is, it"s not always a question of making money. If a man has what we"ll call the constructive genius, he can"t stand and look on when he sees anything that needs to be done. He feels that he must take his coat off and get to work."
Andrew had an uncomfortable feeling that Geraldine and her father were right. One thing led to another, and he might be drawn irresistibly into a long series of business complications, which was by no means what he had at first contemplated. Nevertheless, if his services were of any value, Allinson"s had the first claim on them. He dismissed the matter when Frobisher suggested that they go in to supper. Frobisher was witty, Geraldine charmingly cordial, and it was with regret that Andrew took his leave. Geraldine walked to the pier with him and he noticed a gentleness in her face that set his heart to beating. He thought the soft dusk emphasized her beauty by etherealizing it. When they reached the steps she turned to him with a smile.
"I feel as if I"d presumed too far," she said. "After all, I"m only a girl and younger than you are, which doesn"t seem to justify my imposing my half-formed views on you."
"I don"t think that matters," returned Andrew. "I believe those views are right."
"Then, though you had better test them thoroughly, you don"t feel offended?"
"I am grateful; but there"s one point that disturbs me. I shouldn"t like to think you were reconciled to the idea of getting rid of me."
Geraldine smiled at him.
"That would be a wrong conclusion. If it"s any comfort, we shall miss you; but it isn"t such a very long journey from England to the Lake of Shadows. You will find it needful to come over and see how the mines are working now and then."
"Whether the mines need me or not, I shall come."
She gave him her hand.
"We"ll consider it a promise; but you"re not going yet, and you needn"t neglect us before you start."
When she turned away Andrew got into his canoe and paddled back to the Landing. He had, he felt, been firmly held off at arm"s length, but for all that he had noticed faint hints of tenderness in the girl"s manner which were highly encouraging, and she undoubtedly took a strong interest in him. He must proceed cautiously and avoid alarming her by being precipitate. That, after all, was the course he preferred, for he was strangely diffident in love.
A day or two later he saw Turner in the bar at the hotel, where several others were lounging; but the man gave him a careless greeting. Andrew went into the lobby and Turner presently sauntered in.
"Can you come down to the beach behind the sawmill dump in a few minutes?" he asked.
Andrew nodded, and when Turner went out he put some bills into his wallet and made for the beach. It was a quiet place, hidden between a rocky head and a bank of sawdust, and Turner was waiting for him.
"I suppose you have come for the money I promised you?" Andrew said.
"That"s not the only thing, though I"d be glad to have it."
Andrew counted out several bills.
"I didn"t want to be seen talking to you at the hotel," Turner explained. "It mightn"t have been safe for me if Mappin got to hear of it. But there"s something you ought to know. The boys he sent after you heard about the strike you made when they came down here for grub, and are on the trail again."
"I don"t see how that matters. When Mappin"s rascals reach the lode they"ll find we have staked off the best, and it looks as if every man about the settlement who can get away is going up to prospect."
"Those fellows," persisted Turner, "are old hands at the game. I don"t know their plans, but there"s one thing you can depend on--they mean to make trouble. They might shift some of your stakes and then claim that your record wasn"t correct, which would give Mappin a chance of getting after you. It takes a smart surveyor to lay out boundaries and frontage in such a way that they can"t be questioned. I want to warn you to be on the lookout."
Andrew considered. He knew there was sometimes litigation over mineral claims, and he had to deal with a clever and unscrupulous man.
"I wonder why you told me this?"
"You treated me like a white man," Turner answered with a trace of awkwardness, and then broke into a grin. "Besides, I was getting tired of the business, anyhow; there wasn"t a dollar in it for me. Now I guess I"ll light out before somebody comes along."
Andrew thanked him, and then went off in search of Carnally, feeling glad that he had treated Turner leniently. The man was a rogue, but he had the virtue of grat.i.tude.
CHAPTER XXIX
THE JUMPERS
The sun was rising when Joe Thorpe made a hasty breakfast with his two companions in their camp beside the lode. He was a logger by profession, though he had an extensive experience in prospecting for timber-rights and minerals. Big Joe was known as an honest man; that was why Frobisher had selected him to stake off a claim, and he had arrived late on the previous night after a forced march.
"We ought to have a clear day or two before the first of the crowd that"s following us comes in, but that"s all," he said. "We want to get our prospecting done and the best locations picked before the rush begins, and we"ll start as soon as you"ve finished."
"I"ll be through in a minute," said one of the others with his mouth full. "It"s a pretty fair deal Frobisher made with us and he"s not the man to go back on one."
"That"s more than I"d say of Mappin," remarked the third of the party.
"He"s in this somehow, isn"t he? What was it Carnally said to you when we were getting ready to start, Joe?"
"Told me to watch out for the Mappin crowd. It seems Mappin"s put Scaith, who made the trouble over the Newark timber-rights, on to the job. The fellow"s a crook, and two of the others have been mixed up in jumping rows. Now we like Carnally, and he allowed he was on to a good thing in the Allinson claims. Anyhow, Watkins, you"ve had enough for one man. Let up on the pork and bring along the drill."
They set to work, and it was late in the afternoon when, stripped to shirt and trousers and dripping with perspiration, Joe stopped for a few moments to look about. Thirty feet behind him the creek swirled furiously around a rocky head, the steep face of which was fumed and scarred by giant-powder. A stake was driven into the crest of the promontory, another could be seen a short distance back, and straggling jack-pines and spruces followed the edge of the bank. The ground had been disturbed all round and was strewn with piles of soil and stones.
"I guess the Allinson outfit know their business," he observed. "It looks a curious way to pitch a claim, but if you come to figure out the thing, it gives them the best frontage they could get. This corner post"s just where I"d have put it. If they"d located it a bit to the right, it would have swung their line off the richest stuff. There"s no room for us here on pay dirt: we"ll move higher up."
He took a few steps forward but stopped suddenly at a sharp crash followed by a puff of vapor that curled up among the rocks ahead.
Great fragments leaped out of it, and Joe ran for his life as one large piece that turned over as it sped came toward him. It fell short with a heavy thud and he swung around angrily.
"What in thunder are you firing two sticks for where you weren"t told?" he cried.
"Watkins likes a big charge," grinned his companion. "He"s surely rough on giant-powder."
The third man came toward them and explained.
"That blamed Allinson corner post shoves us back, and I wanted to see if we could squeeze in a block beside them and keep on the ore, though I guess there"s not much use in it. If I was a jumper, I"d shift that stake."
"You can"t do it!" Joe replied promptly. "We"re acting square! But when the fumes have cleared, we"ll look at what you"ve got."
The examination confirmed his opinion that they were shut out by the Allinson claim, which must be respected, and they moved farther up the lode. It was dusk when they stopped work, and they spent the following morning digging holes and firing shots before deciding on their locations. These they roughly marked with piles of stones, but there were distances to be carefully measured and bearings verified before their stakes were driven, and while they were getting dinner another party arrived. The men were ragged and weary, and the appearance of several was far from prepossessing.
"There"s Scaith and Nepigon Jim," Watkins exclaimed. "Brought four other fellows with them. They"re a tough-looking crowd."
The newcomers lighted a fire, and while they prepared a meal their leader strolled across to the other camp. He was a short, wiry man, with keen eyes.