"It looks very much like it," and Reynolds laughed.
"Wall, that"s jist the way with many other things. It"s allus the unexpected that happens, an" thar are surprises on every trail, as ye"ll larn if ye haven"t done so already. Meetin" me here is one of "em, an" my movements are jist as unsartin an" mysterious as were them of that bird which is now sizzlin" over this fire."
"But with not such an unhappy ending, I hope," and again Reynolds smiled.
The prospector"s eyes twinkled as he drew the bird from the fire, and laid it carefully in the frying-pan.
"Guess it"s done all right this time," he remarked. "Now fer supper.
I"m most starved."
Reynolds was hungry, and he did full justice to the meal. Samson had some excellent sour-dough bread of which he was very proud.
"Made it last night," he explained, "an" it turned out better"n usual.
Thought mebbe I"d have company before long."
"Did you meet the others?" Reynolds asked.
"Oh, yes, I met "em," Samson chuckled.
"Were they far ahead?"
"Y" bet, an" chatterin" like a bunch of monkeys. Guess they"re thar by now."
"Were they surprised to see you?"
"H"m, they didn"t see me. I was settin" under a tree well out of sight. I didn"t want to meet that crowd; they"re not to my likin". I jist wished to see if Curly was along."
"You seem to be keepin" a sharp eye on that fellow still," Reynolds remarked. He was anxious to draw the prospector out. Perhaps he might learn something about Curly"s acquaintance with Glen.
"Yes, I do keep me eyes peeled fer Curly," Samson drawled, as he finished his supper and pulled out his pipe. "It"s necessary, let me tell ye that. He ain"t safe nohow."
"You have known him for some time, then?"
"Long enough to be suspicious of the skunk."
"He seems to be very friendly with you, though."
"Oh, he"s got sense enough not to buck up aginst me. An" besides, I"ve yanked him out of many a nasty fix. Most likely he"d been planted long before this if I hadn"t been around at the right moment."
"He"s up here for more than gold, so I understand."
"How did ye larn that, young man?" There was a sharp note in Samson"s voice.
"Oh, I merely overheard your conversation with him in the smoking-room of the _Northern Light_. That was all, but I drew my own conclusion."
"An" what was that?"
"Nothing very definite. I simply inferred that he is after a girl somewhere here in the north, and that she is so guarded by a lion of a father that Curly hasn"t much of a chance."
"An" so that"s what ye surmised, is it?" the prospector queried.
"Am I right?"
"Guess yer not fer astray."
"Have you seen the girl? Do you know her father?"
"Have I seen the girl? Do I know her father?" the old man slowly repeated. "Yes, I believe I"ve seen her, all right. But as fer knowin" her father, wall, that"s a different thing. Frontier Samson doesn"t pretend to know Jim Weston; he never did."
"Weston, did you say?" Reynolds eagerly asked.
"That"s what I said, young man. The name seems to interest ye."
"It does. When I registered at the hotel in Whitehorse, the name just before mine was "Glen Weston," and the girl who wrote it came north on the _Northern Light_. Do you suppose she is Jim Weston"s daughter?"
"She might be," was the somewhat slow reply. "As I told ye before, it"s ginerally the unexpected that happens. Anyway, ye can"t tell much by names these days."
"But Curly knows her, for I saw them together at a dance the night I arrived in town."
"Ye did!" The prospector took his pipe from his mouth and stared hard at Reynolds. "Are ye sure?"
"Positive. Why, I was standing at the door watching the dance, when I saw the two together upon the floor. Later they came over and sat down quite close to me. Curly did most of the talking, and the girl seemed quite uneasy. She left shortly after with a fine-looking Indian, who had evidently come for her. I have not seen her since."
"So Curly was dancin" with her," Samson mused. "Then she must be Jim Weston"s gal. I wonder what the old man"ll say when he hears about it?"
"How will he know?"
"Oh, he"ll find out, all right. There"s nuthin" that misses him here in the north."
"What will he do to Curly?"
"I wouldn"t like to say at present. That remains to be seen."
"Is this Jim Weston a desperate character?"
"The ones who have tried to fool with him say he is, an" I guess they ought to know. He"s a holy terror when he gits goin", "specially when anyone"s after that la.s.s of his."
"The men up here all know about her, I suppose?"
"Should say so. They"re about crazy over her. She"s been the cause of many a row, an" several shootin" rackets."
"Does she favor anyone?"
"Not as fer as I know. She"s in a cla.s.s all by her lonesome, an" well able to take care of herself. She"s not anxious fer lovers, so I understand, at least, not the brand ye find up here. She"s some la.s.s, all right, an" whoever succeeds in winnin" her"ll be a mighty lucky chap."
"What does her father do? Is he a miner?"
"It"s jist hard to tell what Jim Weston does an" what he doesn"t do.