Evidently this man had a voice in Runnion"s affairs, for he not only gave him instructions, but bossed the crew who handled his merchandise, and Meade Burrell concluded that he must be some incoming tenderfoot who had grub-staked the desperado to prospect in the hills back of Flambeau. As the two came up past him he saw that he was mistaken--this man was no more of a tenderfoot than Runnion; on the contrary, he had the bearing of one to whom new countries are old, who had trod the edge of things all his life. There was a hint of the meat-eating animal about him; his nose was keen and hawk-like, his walk and movements those of the predatory beast, and as he pa.s.sed by, Burrell observed that his eyes were of a peculiar cruelty that went well with his thin lips. He was older by far than Runnion, but, while the latter was mean-visaged and swaggering, the stranger"s manner was noticeable for its repression.
Impelled by an irresistible desire to learn something about the man, the Lieutenant loitered after Runnion and his companion, and entered the store in time to see the latter greet "No Creek" Lee, the prospector, who had come into town for more food. Both men spoke with quiet restraint.
"Nine years since I saw you, Stark," said the miner. "Where you bound?"
"The diggings," replied Stark, as Lee addressed the stranger.
"Mining now?"
"No, same old thing, but I"m grub-staking a few men, as usual. One of them stays here. I may open a house in Dawson if the camp is as good as they say it is."
"This here"s a good place for you."
Stark laughed noiselessly and without mirth. "Fine! There must be a hundred people living here."
"Never mind, you take it from me," said the miner, positively, "and get in now on the quiet. There"s something doing." His one sharp eye detected the Lieutenant close by, so he drew his friend aside and began talking to him earnestly and with such evident effect as to alter Stark"s plans on the moment; for when Runnion entered the store shortly Stark spoke to him quickly, following which they both hurried back to the steamer and saw to the unloading of much additional freight and baggage. From the volume and variety of this merchandise, it was evident that Mr. Stark would in no wise be a burden to the community.
Burrell was not sufficiently versed in the ways of mining-camps to know exactly what this abrupt change of policy meant, but that there was something in the air he knew from the mysterious manner of "No Creek"
Lee and from the suppressed excitement of Doret and the trader. His curiosity got the better of him finally, and he fell into talk with Lee, inquiring about the stranger by way of an opening.
"That"s Ben Stark. I knew him back in the Ca.s.siar country," said Lee.
"Is he a mining man?"
"Well, summat. He"s made and lost a bank-roll that a greyhound couldn"t leap over in the mining business, but it ain"t his reg"lar graft. He run one of the biggest places in the Northwest for years."
"Saloon, eh?"
"Saloon and variety house--seven bartenders, that"s all. He"s the feller that killed the gold-commissioner. Of course, that put him on the hike again."
"How do you mean?"
"Well, he had a record as long as a sick man"s drug bill before he went into that country, and when he put the commissioner away them Canadian officials went after him like they was killin" snakes, and it cost him all he had made to get clear. If it had happened across the line, the coroner"s jury would have freed him, "cause the commissioner was drunk and started the row; but it happened right in Stark"s saloon, and you know Canucks is stronger than vitriol for law and order. Not bein" his first offence, it went hard with him."
"He looks like a killer," said Burrell.
"Yes, but he ain"t the common kind. He always lets the other man begin, and therefore he ain"t never done time."
"Come, now," argued the Lieutenant, "if it were the other man who invariably shot first, Stark would have been killed long ago."
"I don"t care what WOULD have happened, it "AIN"T happened, and he"s got notches on his gun till it looks like a cub bear had chawed it. If you was a Western man you"d know what they say about him."
""The bullet "ain"t been run to kill him." That"s the sayin". You needn"t grin, there"s many a better man than you believes it."
"Who is it that the bullet hasn"t been run to kill?" said the trader"s deep voice behind them. He had finished with his duties, and now sauntered forward.
"Ben Stark," said Lee, turning. "You know him, John?"
"No, I never saw him, but I know who he is--used to hear of him in the Coeur d"Alenes."
"That"s him I was talking to," said the miner. "He"s an old friend of mine, and he"s going to locate here."
Burrell thought he saw Lee wink at the trader, but he was not sure, for at that moment the man of whom they were speaking re-entered. Lee introduced him, and the three men shook hands. While the soldier fell into easy conversation with the new-comer, Gale gazed at him narrowly, studying him as he studied all men who came as strangers. As he was doing so Alluna entered, followed by Johnny and Molly. She had come for sugar, and asked for it in her native tongue. Upon her exit Stark broke off talking to the Lieutenant and turned to the trader.
"Your squaw, Mr. Gale?"
The old man nodded.
"Pah-Ute, eh?"
"Yes. Why, do you savvy the talk?"
"Some. I lived in California once."
"Where?" The question came like a shot.
"Oh, here and there; I followed the Mother Lode for a spell."
"I don"t recall the name," said the trader, after a bit.
"Possibly. Where were you located?"
"I never lit on any one place long enough to call it home."
It seemed to Burrell that both men were sparring cautiously in an indirect, impersonal manner.
"Those your kids, too, eh?" Stark continued.
"Yes, and I got another one besides--older. A girl."
"She"s a "pip," too," said "No Creek" Lee, fervently. "She"s plumb beautiful."
"All of them half-breeds?" questioned Stark.
"Sure." The trader"s answer was short, and when the other showed no intention of pressing the subject further he sauntered away; but no sooner was he out of hearing than Stark said: "Humph! They"re all alike."
"Who?"
"Squaw-men."
"This one ain"t," Lee declared. "He"s different; ain"t he, Lieutenant?"
"He certainly is," agreed Burrell. This was the first criticism he had heard of Necia"s father, and although Stark volunteered no argument, it was plain that his opinion remained unaffected.
The old man went through the store at the rear and straightway sought Alluna. Speaking to her with unwonted severity in the Pah-Ute language, he said:
"I have told you never to use your native tongue before strangers. That man in the store understands."
"I only asked for sugar to cook the berries with," she replied.