"Here"s a place," said another. "Want a job?"
"I don"t know yet," Prescott answered. "I"m looking for a friend of mine: man of middle height, with pale-blue eyes and a curious twinkling smile.
He was wearing a green shirt of finer stuff than they generally sell at the settlements when I last saw him, and I expect he"d have a fresh scar on his head."
There was signs of interest and amus.e.m.e.nt which suggested that Prescott was on the right track.
"Did he call himself Kermode?" one of the men asked.
Prescott hesitated. It was possible that some of them had heard of the Jernyngham affair, and he had no wish that they should connect him with it. While he considered his answer, the man with the English accent broke in:
"We needn"t trouble about the point. One name"s as good as another, as our friend Kermode, who seems to have been a bit of philosopher, remarked when they put him on the pay-roll."
"When I was back at Nelson a smart policeman rode into the camp," said another of the group. "Wanted to know if we had seen the man you"re asking for; gave us quite a good description of him. Anyway, I hadn"t seen him then, and when I struck him afterward I didn"t send word to the police. I"ve no use for those fellows; they"re best left alone."
"Then you know him?" Prescott exclaimed eagerly.
The man looked at his comrades and there was a laugh.
"Oh, yes," said one of them; "we know him all right. Glad to meet a man who"s a friend of his; but if you expect a job here, you don"t want to mention it. If another fellow of that kind comes along, the boss will get after him with a gun."
"Kermode," the Englishman explained, "is a man of happy and original thoughts. I believe I might say he is unique."
The conversation was interrupted by a steadily increasing rattle, and a great light that moved swiftly blazed on the camp. It faded as a ballast-train rolled out upon the bank which traversed the swamp, with a swarm of indistinct figures clinging to the low cars. When it stopped, the sides of the cars fell outward, a big plow moved forward from one to another, and broken rock and gravel, pouring off, went crashing and rattling down the slope. The noise it made rang harshly through the stillness of the evening, and when it ceased a whistle screamed and the clangor of the wheels began again. As the engine backed the train away, the blaze of the head-lamp fell on an object lying half buried in the muskeg about sixty feet below the line, and one of the men, pointing to it, touched Prescott"s arm.
"See what that is?" he said.
Prescott saw that it was what the railroad builders call a steel dump: a metal wagon capable of carrying thirty or forty tons of ballast, with an automatic arrangement for throwing out its load.
"How did it get there?" he asked.
"Tell you after supper," said the fellow. "They"re bringing it along."
A whistle blew and Prescott followed his companions into a shed built of railroad ties and galvanized iron. It was lighted by kerosene lamps which diffused an unpleasant odor, and fitted with rude tables and benches; but the meal laid out in it was bountiful and varied: pork, hard steak, fish from the lakes, potatoes, desiccated fruits, and tea. The shovel-gang paid six dollars a week for their board and got good value. As usual, most of them were satisfied in fifteen minutes, for in the West the rank and file eat with determined haste, and when they trooped out Prescott went back with his new friends to the fire. Taking out his pipe, he made himself as comfortable as possible on a pile of gravel and, tired with a long day"s march, looked lazily about. The strong light still blazed along the bank where hurrying men pa.s.sed through the stream of radiance, vanished into the shadows, and appeared again. There was a continuous rattling and clinking and roar of falling stones; rails rang as they were moved, and now and then hoa.r.s.e orders came out of the darkness.
After Prescott had asked a few leading questions, the men began to talk of Kermode, who had already left the camp, and the rancher was able to put together the story of his doings there.
The muskeg was an unusually bad one. It swallowed the rock the men dumped in; logs, brush, and branches afforded no foundation, and a long time elapsed before the engineers were satisfied about the base of the embankment. The weather remained unusually hot until late in the fall, and the contractor, already behind time and anxious to make progress before the frost interfered with his work, developed a virulent temper.
His construction foreman drove the men mercilessly, spurring on the laggards with scathing words and occasionally using a heavy fist when they showed resentment. The laborers" nerves were worn raw, their strength was exhausted; but the muskeg must be filled and, while carload after carload of rock and gravel was hurled down, the line crept on.
Things were in this state when Kermode reached the camp and, on applying for work, was given a shovel and made to use it in a strenuous fashion.
It appeared that he was not expert with the tool and the foreman"s most pointed remarks were generally addressed to him, but he had a humorous manner which gained him friends. Once or twice, to his comrades"
admiration, he engaged his persecutor in a wordy contest and badly routed him, which did not improve matters. Indeed, his last victory proved a costly one, because afterward when there was anything particularly unpleasant or dangerous to be done, Kermode was selected. As it happened, the risks that must be faced were numerous.
Kermode stood it for some weeks, though he grew thin and his hands were often bleeding. In spite of this, his eyes still twinkled mischievously and, when occasion demanded, his retort was swift and edged with wit. Now and then he made reprisals, for when, as happened once or twice, a load of gravel nearly swept the foreman down the bank, Kermode was engaged in the vicinity. Another time, the bullying martinet was forced to jump into the muskeg, where he sank to the waist, in order to avoid a ma.s.s of ballast sent down before its descent was looked for.
There was a difference of opinion about the cause of Kermode"s holding out. Some of his comrades said he must have meant to wait for the arrival of the pay car, so as to draw his wages before he left; others declared that this did not count with him, and he stayed because he would not be driven out. The Englishman took the latter view for, as he told Prescott, Kermode once said to him, "I want the opposition to remember me when I quit."
By degrees the foreman"s gibes grew less frequent. Kermode was more than a match for him, and his barbed replies were repeated with laughter about the camp; but his oppressor now relied on galling commands which could not be disobeyed. Kermode"s companions sympathized with him, and waited for the inevitable rupture, which they thought would take a dramatic shape. At length two big steel dump cars were sent up from the east and run backward and forward between the muskeg and a distant cutting where they were filled with broken rock. This was deposited in places where the embankment needed the most reinforcing, but after a while the foreman decided that the locomotive of the gravel train need not be detained to move the cars. They could, he said, be pushed by hand, and n.o.body was surprised when Kermode was among the men chosen for the task.
Though the nights were getting cold, the days were still very hot, and those engaged in it found the work of propelling a steel car carrying about thirty tons of stone over rails laid roughly on a slight upward grade remarkably arduous. This, however, did not content the foreman. He took two men away; and when those whom he left had been worked to exhaustion, he changed them, with the exception of Kermode, who was kept steadily at the task. As a result, he came to be looked on as leader of the gang, and his companions took their instructions from him, which the foreman concurred in, because it enabled him to hold Kermode responsible for everything that went wrong.
Then the pay car arrived, and when wages were drawn, the men awaited developments with interest; but nothing unusual occurred until a week had pa.s.sed. Kermode had had his hand crushed by a heavy stone and meant to rest it for a day or two, but his persecutor drove him out to work. He obeyed with suspicious meekness and toiled in the scorching sun all day; but a few minutes before the signal to stop in the evening for which they were eagerly waiting, the gang was ordered to run a loaded dump car to the end of the line. The men were worn out, short in temper, and dripping with perspiration. Kermode"s hand pained him and in trying to save it he had strained his shoulder; but he encouraged the others, and they slowly pushed the load along, moving it a yard or two, and stopping for breath.
The men on the bank were dawdling through the last few minutes, waiting to lay down their tools, and they offered the gang their sympathy as they pa.s.sed. Then there was a change in their att.i.tude as the foreman strode up the track.
"Shove!" he ordered. "Get a move on! You have to dump that rock before you quit."
They were ready to turn on him and Kermode"s eyes flashed; but he spoke quietly to his men:
"Push!"
A few more yards were covered, the foreman walking beside the gang until they stopped for breath.
"Get on!" he cried. "Send her along, you slobs!"
"We"re pretty near the top of the grade," Kermode answered him quietly.
"We want to go easy, so as to stop her at the dumping-place."
The line, when finished, would cross the muskeg with a slight ascent; but the bank sank as they worked at it, and the track now led downhill toward its end. The foreman failed to remember this in his vicious mood.
"Are you going to call me down?" he roared. "Mean to teach me my job? If this crowd"s a sample of white men, give me Chinamen or n.i.g.g.e.rs! Get on before you make me sick, you slouching hogs!"
He became more insulting, using terms unbearable even in a construction camp, but Kermode did not answer him.
"Keep her going, boys," he said.
They made another few yards, gasping, panting, with dripping faces; and then the work grew easier as they crossed the top of the ascent.
"Push!" said Kermode. "Send her along!"
They looked at him in surprise. It was getting dark, but they could still see his face, which was quietly resolute; he evidently meant what he said, and they obeyed him. The big car began to move more freely, and they waited for an order to slacken the pace; but their leader seemed to be increasing his exertions and his eyes gleamed.
"He told us to push, boys!" he reminded them. "Rush her ahead!"
Then comprehension dawned on them. The foreman had dropped behind, satisfied, perhaps, with bullying them, but every man taxed his tired muscles for a last effort. The wheels turned faster, the men broke into a run, and none of them was astonished when a warning cry rose behind them.
"Go on!" shouted Kermode. "He"ll hold me responsible! You know what to do!"
Men along the line called to them as they pa.s.sed, and they answered with a breathless yell. The car was gathering speed, and they kept it going.
There were further warnings, but they held on, until Kermode raised his voice harshly:
"A good shove, boys, and let her go!"
They stopped, exhausted, but the dump rolled on with its heavy load of rock, struck the guard-beams at the end of the track and smashed through them. Then with a crash and a roar the big steel car plunged down the slope, plowing up the gravel, hurling out ma.s.sive stones. A cloud of dust leaped about it; there was a shrill ringing sound as an axle broke, a last downward leap, and with a mighty splash the dump came to rest, half buried, in the muskeg.
Kermode turned with a cheerful smile as the foreman ran up; and the spectators knew that the time for words had pa.s.sed. n.o.body could remember who struck the first blow, but Kermode"s left hand was injured, and he clinched as soon as he could. For a few minutes the men reeled about the track; and then with a tense effort Kermode pushed the foreman off the bank and went down with him. The gravel was small and slippery, lying at a steep slope, and they rolled down, still grappling with each other, until there was a splash below. A few moments later Kermode painfully climbed the bank alone.
"I guess you had better go down and pull your boss out," he said. "It"s pretty soft in the muskeg; I believe he got his head in, and by the way he"s floundering it looks as if he couldn"t see." He paused and waved his hand in genial farewell. "Good-night, boys! I"m sorry I have to leave you; but considering everything, I think I"ll take the trail."