"We shouldn"t," he declared. "But most people do. And we might. One never can tell what"s ahead. Life takes queer and unexpected turns sometimes. We"ve got to live pretty close to each other, depend absolutely on each other in many ways--and that"s the acid test of human companionship. By and by, when the novelty wears off--maybe you"ll get sick of seeing the same old Bill around and n.o.body else.
You see I"ve always been on my good behavior with you. Do you like me a lot?"
His arm tightened with a quick and powerful pressure, then suddenly relaxed to let her lean back and stare up at him tenderly.
"I ought to punish you for saying things like that," she pouted. "Only I can"t think of any effective method. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof--and there is no evil in _our_ days."
"Amen," he whispered softly--and they fell to silent contemplation of the rose and gold that spread in a wonderful blazon over all the western sky.
"Twenty-fifth of July, eh?" he mused presently. "Summer"s half gone already. I didn"t realize it. We ought to be stirring pretty soon, lady."
"Let"s stir into the house, then," she suggested. "These miserable little black flies have found a tender place on me. My, but they"re bloodthirsty insects."
Bill laughed, and they took refuge in the cabin, the doorways and windows of which were barricaded with cotton mosquito net against the winged swarms that buzzed hungrily without. Ensconced in the big chair by the fireplace, with Bill sprawled on the bearskin at her feet, Hazel came back to his last remark.
"Why did you say it was time for us to be stirring, Billum?"
"Because these Northern seasons are so blessed short," he answered.
"We ought to try and do a little good for ourselves--make hay while the sun shines. We"ll needa da mon"."
"Needa fiddlesticks," she laughed. "What do we need money for? It costs practically nothing to live up here. Why this sudden desire to pursue the dollar? Besides, how are you going to pursue it?"
"Go prospecting," he replied promptly. "Hit the trail for a place I know where there"s oodles of coa.r.s.e gold, if you can get to it at low water. How"d you like to go into the Upper Naas country this fall, trap all winter, work the sand bars in the spring, and come out next fall with a sack of gold it would take a horse to pack?"
Hazel clapped her hands.
"Oh, Bill, wouldn"t that be fine?" she cried. Across her mind flashed a vivid picture of the journey, pregnant with adventure, across the wild hinterlands--they two together. "I"d love to."
"It won"t be all smooth sailing," he warned. "It"s a long trip and a hard one, and the winter will be longer and harder than the trip. We won"t have the semi-luxuries we"ve got here in this cabin. Not by a long shot. Still, there"s a chance for a good big stake, right in that one trip."
"But why the necessity for making a stake?" she inquired thoughtfully, after a lapse of five minutes. "I thought you didn"t care anything about money so long as you had enough to get along on? And we surely have that. We"ve got over two thousand dollars in real money--and no place to spend it--so we"re compelled to save."
Bill blew a smoke ring over his head and watched it vanish up toward the dusky roof beams before he answered.
"Well, little person," said he, "that"s very true, and we can"t truthfully say that stern necessity is treading on our heels. The possession of money has never been a crying need with me. But I hadn"t many wants when I was playing a lone hand, and I generally let the future take care of itself. It was always easy to dig up money enough to buy books and grub or anything I wanted. Now that I"ve a.s.sumed a certain responsibility, it has begun to dawn on me that we"d enjoy life better if we were a.s.sured of a competence. We can live on the country here indefinitely. But we won"t stay here always. I"m pretty much contented just now. So are you. But I know from past experience that the outside will grow more alluring as time pa.s.ses. You"ll get lonesome for civilization. It"s the most natural thing in the world.
And when we go out to mix with our fellow humans we want to meet them on terms of worldly equality. Which is, to say with good clothes on, and a fat bank roll in our pocket. The best is none too good for us, lady. And the best costs money. Anyway, I"ll plead guilty to changing, or, rather, modifying my point of view--getting married has opened up new vistas of pleasure for us that call for dollars. And last, but not least, old girl, while I love to loaf, I can only loaf about so long in contentment. Sabe? I"ve got to be doing _something_; whether it was profitable or not has never mattered, just so it was action."
"I sabe, as you call it," Hazel smiled. "Of course I do. Only lazy people like to loaf all the time. I love this place, and we might stay here for years and be satisfied. But--"
"But we"d be better satisfied to stay if we knew that we could leave it whenever we wanted to," he interrupted. "That"s the psychology of the human animal, all right. We don"t like to be coerced, even by circ.u.mstances. Well, granted health, one can be boss of old Dame Circ.u.mstance, if one has the price in cold cash. It"s a melancholy fact that the good things of the world can only be had for a consideration."
"If you made a lot of money mining, we could travel--one could do lots of things," she reflected. "I don"t think I"d want to live in a city again. But it would be nice to go there sometimes."
"Yes, dear girl, it would," Bill agreed. "With a chum to help you enjoy things. I never got much fun out of the bright lights by myself--it was too lonesome. I used to prowl around by myself with an a.n.a.lytical eye upon humanity, and I was always b.u.mping into a lot of sordidness and suffering that I couldn"t in the least remedy, and it often gave me a bad taste in my mouth. Then I"d beat it for the woods--and they always looked good to me. The trouble was that I had too much time to think, and nothing to do when I hit a live town. It would be different now. We can do things together that I couldn"t do alone, and you couldn"t do alone. Remains only to get the wherewithal.
And since I know how to manage that with a minimum amount of effort, I"d like to be about it before somebody else gets ahead of me. Though there"s small chance of that."
"We"ll be partners," said she. "How will we divide the profits, Billum?"
"We"ll split even," he declared. "That is, I"ll make the money, and you"ll spend it."
They chuckled over this conceit, and as the dusk closed in slowly they fell to planning the details. Hazel lit the lamp, and in its yellow glow pored over maps while Bill idly sketched their route on a sheet of paper. His objective lay east of the head of the Naas proper, where amid a wild tangle of mountains and mountain torrents three turbulent rivers, the Stikine, the Skeena, and the Naas, took their rise. A G.o.d-forsaken region, he told her, where few white men had penetrated.
The peaks flirted with the clouds, and their sides were scarred with glaciers. A lonesome, brooding land, the home of a vast and seldom-broken silence.
"But there"s all kinds of game and fur in there," Bill remarked thoughtfully. "And gold. Still, it"s a fierce country for a man to take his best girl into. I don"t know whether I ought to tackle it."
"We couldn"t be more isolated than we are here," Hazel argued, "if we were in the arctic. Look at that poor woman at Pelt House. Three babies born since she saw a doctor or another woman of her own color!
What"s a winter by ourselves compared to that. And _she_ didn"t think it so great a hardship. Don"t you worry about me, Mr. Bill. I think it will be fun. I"m a real pioneer at heart. The wild places look good to me--when you"re along."
She received her due reward for that, and then, the long twilight having brought the hour to a lateness that manifested itself by sundry yawns on their part, they went to bed.
With breakfast over, Bill put a compa.s.s in his pocket, after having ground his ax blade to a keen edge.
"Come on," said he, then; "I"m going to transact some important business."
"What is it?" she promptly demanded with much curiosity.
"This domicile of ours, girl," he told her, while he led the way through the surrounding timber, "is ours only by grace of the wilderness. It"s built on unsurveyed government land--land that I have no more legal claim to than any pa.s.sing trapper. I never thought of it before--which goes to show that this double-harness business puts a different face on "most everything. But I"m going to remedy that. Of course, it may be twenty years before this country begins to settle up enough so that some individual may cast a covetous eye on this particular spot--but I"m not going to take any chances. I"m going to formally stake a hundred and sixty acres of this and apply for its purchase. Then we"ll have a cinch on our home. We"ll always have a refuge to fly to, no matter where we go."
She nodded appreciation of this. The cabin in the clearing stood for some of those moments that always loom large and unforgettable in every woman"s experience. She had come there once in hot, shamed anger, and she had come again as a bride. It was the handiwork of a man she loved with a pa.s.sion that sometimes startled her by its intensity. She had plumbed depths of bitterness there, and, contrariwise, reached a point of happiness she had never believed possible. Just the mere possibility of that place being given over to others roused in her a pang of resentment. It was theirs, hers and Bill"s, and, being a woman, she viewed its possession jealously.
So she watched with keen interest what he did. Which, in truth, was simple enough. He worked his way to a point southeast of the clearing till they gained a little rise whence through the treetops they could look back and see the cabin roof. There Bill cut off an eight-inch jack pine, leaving the stump approximately four feet high. This he hewed square, the four flat sides of the post facing respectively the cardinal points of the compa.s.s. On one smoothed surface Bill set to work with his pocketknife. Hazel sat down and watched while he busied himself at this. And when he had finished she read, in deep-carved letters:
W. WAGSTAFF"S S. E. CORNER.
Then he penned on a sheet of letter paper a brief notice to the effect that he, William Wagstaff, intended to apply for the purchase of the land embraced in an area a half mile square, of which the post was the south-east corner mark. This notice he fastened to the stump with a few tacks, and sat down to rest from his labors.
"How long do you suppose that will stay there, and who is there to read it, if it does?" Hazel observed.
"Search me. The moose and the deer and the timber wolves, I guess,"
Bill grinned. "The chances are the paper won"t last long, with winds and rains. But it doesn"t matter. It"s simply a form prescribed by the Land Act of British Columbia, and, so long as I go through the legal motions, that lets me out. Matter of form, you know."
"Then what else do you have to do?"
"Nothing but furnish the money when the land department gets around to accept my application," he said. "I can get an agent to attend to all the details. Oh, I have to furnish a description of the land by natural boundaries, to give them an idea of about where it"s situated.
Well, let"s take a look at our estate from another corner."
This, roughly ascertained by sighting a line with the compa.s.s and stepping off eight hundred and eighty yards, brought them up on a knoll that commanded the small basin of which the clearing was practically in the center.
"Aha;" Bill exclaimed. "Look at our ranch, would you; our widespread acres basking in the sun. A quarter section is quite a chunk. Do you know I never thought much about it before, but there"s a piece of the finest land that lies outdoors. I wasn"t looking for land when I squatted there. It was a pretty place, and there was hay for our horses in that meadow, and trout in the creek back of the cabin. So I built the old shack largely on the conveniences and the natural beauty of the spot. But let me tell you, if this country should get a railroad and settle up, that quarter section might produce all the income we"d need, just out of hay and potatoes. How"d you like to be a farmer"s wife, huh?"
"Fine," she smiled. "Look at the view--it isn"t gorgeous. It"s--it"s simply peaceful and quiet and soothing. I hate to leave it."
"Better be sorry to leave a place than glad to get away," he answered lightly. "Come on, let"s pike home and get things in order for the long trail, woman o" mine. I"ll teach you how to be a woodland vagabond."
CHAPTER XVII