"Can"t say. They"ve been at her ten hours. She don"t generally let anyone over her under a good twenty--or twenty-four."
"Yerkes!--what will Mr. Gaddesden say? And it"s so damp and horrid."
Elizabeth looked at the outside prospect in dismay. The rain was drizzling down. The pa.s.sengers walking up and down the line were in heavy overcoats with their collars turned up. To the left of the line there was a misty glimpse of water over a foreground of charred stumps.
On the other side rose a bank of scrubby wood, broken by a patch of clearing, which held a rude log-cabin. What was she to do with Philip all day?
Suddenly a cow appeared on the patch of gra.s.s round the log hut. With a sound of jubilation, Yerkes threw down his dusting brush and rushed out of the car. Elizabeth watched him pursue the cow, and disappear round a corner. What on earth was he about?
Philip had apparently not yet been called. He was asleep, and Yerkes had let well alone. But he must soon awake to the situation, and the problem of his entertainment would begin. Elizabeth took up the guide-book and with difficulty made out that they were about a hundred miles from Winnipeg. Somewhere near Rainy Lake apparently. What a foolishly appropriate name!
"Hi!--hi!--"
The shout startled her. Looking out she saw a group of pa.s.sengers grinning, and Yerkes running hard for the car, holding something in his hand, and pursued by a man in a slouch hat, who seemed to be swearing.
Yerkes dashed into the car, deposited his booty in the kitchen, and standing in the doorway faced the enemy. A terrific babel arose.
Elizabeth appeared in the pa.s.sage and demanded to know what had happened.
"All right, my lady," said Yerkes, mopping his forehead. "I"ve only been and milked his cow. No saying where I"d have got any milk this side of Winnipeg if I hadn"t."
"But, Yerkes, he doesn"t seem to like it."
"Oh, that"s all right, my lady."
But the settler was now on the steps of the car gesticulating and scolding, in what Elizabeth guessed to be a Scandinavian tongue. He was indeed a gigantic Swede, furiously angry, and Elizabeth had thoughts of bearding him herself and restoring the milk, when some mysterious transaction involving coin pa.s.sed suddenly between the two men. The Swede stopped short in the midst of a sentence, pocketed something, and made off sulkily for the log hut. Yerkes, with a smile, and a wink to the bystanders, retired triumphant on his prey.
Elizabeth, standing at the door of the kitchen, inquired if supplies were likely to run short.
"Not in this car," said Yerkes, with emphasis. "What _they"ll_ do"--a jerk of his thumb towards the rest of the train in front--"can"t say."
"Of course we shall have to give them food!" cried Lady Merton, delighted at the thought of getting rid of some of their superfluities.
Yerkes showed a stolid face.
"The C.P.R."ll have to feed "em--must. That"s the regulation.
Accident--free meals. That hasn"t nothing to do with me. They don"t come poaching on my ground. I say, look out! Do yer call that bacon, or buffaler steaks?"
And Yerkes rushed upon his subordinate, Bettany, who was cutting the breakfast bacon with undue thickness, and took the thing in hand himself. The crushed Bettany, who was never allowed to finish anything, disappeared hastily in order to answer the electric bell which was ringing madly from Philip Gaddesden"s berth.
"Conductor!" cried a voice from the inner platform outside the dining-room and next the train.
"And what might you be wanting, sir?" said Bettany jauntily, opening the door to the visitor. Bettany was a small man, with thin harra.s.sed features and a fragment of beard, glib of speech towards everybody but Yerkes.
"Your conductor got some milk, I think, from that cabin."
"He did--but only enough for ourselves. Sorry we can"t oblige you."
"All the same, I am going to beg some of it. May I speak to the gentleman?"
"Mr. Gaddesden, sir, is dressing. The steward will attend to you."
And Bettany retired ceremoniously in favour of Yerkes, who hearing voices had come out of his den.
"I have come to ask for some fresh milk for a baby in the emigrant car,"
said the stranger. "Looks sick, and the mother"s been crying. They"ve only got tinned milk in the restaurant and the child won"t touch it."
"Sorry it"s that particular, sir. But I"ve got only what I want."
"Yerkes!" cried Elizabeth Merton, in the background. "Of course the baby must have it. Give it to the gentleman, please, at once."
The stranger removed his hat and stepped into the tiny dining-room where Elizabeth was standing. He was tall and fair-skinned, with a blonde moustache, and very blue eyes. He spoke--for an English ear--with the slight accent which on the Canadian side of the border still proclaims the neighbourhood of the States.
"I am sorry to trouble you, madam," he said, with deference. "But the child seems very weakly, and the mother herself has nothing to give it.
It was the conductor of the restaurant car who sent me here."
"We shall be delighted," said Lady Merton, eagerly. "May I come with you, if you are going to take it? Perhaps I could do something for the mother."
The stranger hesitated a moment.
"An emigrant car full of Galicians is rather a rough sort of place--especially at this early hour in the morning. But if you don"t mind--"
"I don"t mind anything. Yerkes, is that _all_ the milk?".
"All to speak of, my lady," said Yerkes, nimbly retreating to his den.
Elizabeth shook her head as she looked at the milk. But her visitor laughed.
"The baby won"t get through that to-day. It"s a regular little scarecrow. I shouldn"t think the mother"ll rear it."
They stepped out on to the line. The drizzle descended on Lady Merton"s bare head and grey travelling dress.
"You ought to have an umbrella," said the Canadian, looking at her in some embarra.s.sment. And he ran back to the car for one. Then, while she carried the milk carefully in both hands, he held the umbrella over her, and they pa.s.sed through the groups of pa.s.sengers who were strolling disconsolately up and down the line in spite of the wet, or exchanging lamentations with others from two more stranded trains, one drawn up alongside, the other behind.
Many glances were levelled at the slight Englishwoman, with the delicately pale face, and at the man escorting her. Elizabeth meanwhile was putting questions. How long would they be detained? Her brother with whom she was travelling was not at all strong. Unconsciously, perhaps, her voice took a note of complaint.
"Well, we can"t any of us cross--can we?--till they come to some bottom in the sink-hole," said the Canadian, interrupting her a trifle bluntly.
Elizabeth laughed. "We may be here then till night."
"Possibly. But you"ll be the first over."
"How? There are some trains in front."
"That doesn"t matter. They"ll move you up. They"re very vexed it should have happened to you."
Elizabeth felt a trifle uncomfortable. Was the dear young man tilting at the idle rich--and the corrupt Old World? She stole a glance at him, but perceived only that in his own tanned and sunburnt way he was a remarkably handsome well-made fellow, built on a rather larger scale than the Canadians she had so far seen. A farmer? His manners were not countrified. But a farmer in Canada or the States may be of all social grades.
By this time they had reached the emigrant car, the conductor of which was standing on the steps. He was loth to allow Lady Merton to enter, but Elizabeth persisted. Her companion led the way, pushing through a smoking group of dark-faced men hanging round the entrance.
Inside, the car was thick, indeed, with smoke and the heavy exhalations of the night. Men and women were sitting on the wooden benches; some women were cooking in the tiny stove-room attached to the car; children, half naked and unwashed, were playing on the floor; here and there a man was still asleep; while one old man was painfully conning a paper of "Homestead Regulations" which had been given him at Montreal, a lad of eighteen helping him; and close by another lad was writing a letter, his eyes pa.s.sing dreamily from the paper to the Canadian landscape outside, of which he was clearly not conscious. In a corner, surrounded by three or four other women, was the mother they had come to seek. She held a wailing baby of about a year old in her arms. At the sight of Elizabeth, the child stopped its wailing, and lay breathing fast and feebly, its large bright eyes fixed on the new-comer. The mother turned away abruptly. It was not unusual for persons from the parlour-cars to ask leave to walk through the emigrants".