"I didn"t know you had a team," she said.
"Who? Me? Sure! I got as good a team as ever you see," he declared, and when she accepted his invitation he proceeded to get his dogs together in a startling manner. He tied a soup-bone on a string and walked the back streets; then, when he beheld a likely-looking husky, he dragged the bone behind him, enticing the animal by degrees to the Wag-boys"
cabin, where he promptly tied it up. He repeated the performance seven times. The matter of harness and sled was but a detail; so June enjoyed a ride that put pink roses into her cheeks and gave the Sc.r.a.p Iron Kid a feeling of pure, exalted joy such as he had never felt in all his adventurous career.
The day she walked over to the Wag house una.s.sisted was one of such wild rejoicing that she was forced to tell them shyly of her own happiness, a happiness so new that as yet she could scarcely credit it. She was to be Mrs. Harry Hope, and asked them to wish her joy.
Llewellyn made a speech that evoked the admiration of them all, even to the Kid, who was miserably jealous, and June went home with her heart very warm and tender toward these six adventurers who had been so true to her.
It was to be expected that Hope would share in his sweetheart"s extravagant gladness, for he loved her deeply, with all the force of his big, strong nature, yet he acted strangely as time went on. Now he was sad and worried, again he seemed tortured by a lurking disquietude of spirit. This alarmed the Wag-lady, and she set out to find the secret of his trouble.
The ice was breaking when he made a clean breast of it, and when he had finished June felt that her heart was breaking also. It was the commonplace story of a young man tempted beyond his strength. Hope"s popularity had made him a host of friends, while his generosity had made "no" a difficult answer. He had plunged into excesses during the early winter; gambled wildly, not to win, but for the fun of it. He had lost company money, trusting to his ability to make it good from his own pocket when the time came. The time was coming, and his pockets were empty. Spring was here, the first boats would arrive any day, and with them would come the P. C. men to audit his accounts. It was possible to cover it up, to be sure, but he scorned to falsify his books.
"I should have stayed in Council City," he said, "but when I heard you were--sick--" He buried his brown face in his hands.
The girl"s lips were white as she asked, "How much is it?"
"Nearly twenty thousand."
She shook her head hopelessly. "I haven"t nearly that much, Harry, but perhaps they would let us pay off the balance as we are able."
"June!" he cried. "I wouldn"t let you! I"ll go to jail first! I--I suppose you won"t want to marry me, now that you know?"
"I love you more than twenty thousand dollars" worth," she replied.
"We"ll face it out together."
"If only I had time I could pay it back and they"d never know, for I have property that will sell, once the season opens."
"Then you must take time."
"I can"t. Sternberg will tell."
"What has Sternberg to do with it?"
"I lost the money in his place--his books will show. He suspects, even now, and he"s talking about it. He doesn"t like me, you know, since he heard of our engagement."
The days fled swiftly by; the hills thrust their scarred sides up through the melting snow; the open sea showed black beyond the rim of anchor ice. As nature awoke and blossomed, June faded and shrank until she was no more than the ghost of her former self. Then one day smoke was reported upon the horizon, and the town became a bedlam; for the door of the frozen North was creaking on its hinges, and just beyond lay the good, glad world of men and things.
June could stand it no longer; so she told her sorrow to Llewellyn, who had half guessed it, anyhow, and he in turn retold it to his fellow-Wags.
The Sc.r.a.p Iron Kid was for killing Hope at once, and argued that it was by far the simplest way out of June"s trouble, carrying with it also an agreeable element of retribution. Hope had hurt the Wag-lady, therefore the least atonement he could offer was his blood. But Dummy, the foxy old alibi man of the outfit, said:
"I"ve got a better scheme. Hope wants to do the right thing, and June"ll make him if she has a chance. The company will get its coin, she"ll get her square guy, an" n.o.body"ll be hurt, provided he has time to swing himself. The ace in the hole is Sammy Sternberg; he"s got the books. Now what"s the answer?"
"Steal the books!" chorused the Wags; and Dummy smiled.
"Why, sure."
"You can"t stick up no saloon full of rough-necks and sleepers," said Sc.r.a.p Iron. "Sammy caches his books in the safe when he"s off shift, and we can"t blow the safe, "cause the joint never closes."
But the Dummy only grinned, for this was the sort of job he liked, and then he proceeded to make known his plan.
Those were terrible hours for June. She prayed with all the earnestness of her earnest being that her lover might be spared; repeatedly she strained her tear-filled eyes to the southward. As for Hope, he had tasted the consequences of his guilt, and his face grew lined and haggard with the strain of waiting. He could have met the future with some show of resignation had it not been for the knowledge of his sweetheart"s suffering; but as the hours pa.s.sed and that thin black line of soot still hung upon the horizon, he thought he would go mad.
On the second day a steamer showed, hull down, having wormed her way through the floes, and Nome marched out upon the sh.o.r.e ice in a body.
June and Harry went with the others, hand in hand, and the man walked as if he were marching to the gallows. It was not the P. C. steamer, after all; it was the whaler _Jeanie_. The fleet was in the offing, however, so she reported, and would be in within another twenty-four hours, if the pack kept drifting.
Hope ground his teeth, and muttered: "Poor little June! I wish it were over for your sake!" and she nodded wearily.
But as they neared the sh.o.r.e again they heard rumors of strange doings in their absence. There had been a daring daylight hold-up at the Miners" Rest. Six masked men had taken advantage of the exodus to enter and clean out the place at the point of the gun, and now Sammy Sternberg was poisoning the air with his complaints.
Details came flying faster as they trudged up into Front Street, and Doc Whiting paused to say:
"That"s the nerviest thing yet, eh, Harry?"
"Was anybody hurt?"
"No damage done except to Sammy"s feelings."
"They surely didn"t get much money?"
"Oh, no! Their total clean-up wasn"t a hundred dollars; but they lugged off Sammy"s books."
June felt herself falling, and grasped weakly at her lover"s arm, for she saw it all. "Come!" she said, and dragged him up to her own cabin, then on to the Wag-boys" door. They were all there, sprawled about and smoking.
"You did this!" she said, shakingly. "You did it for me!"
"Did what?" they asked in chorus, looking at her blankly.
"Oh, we know," said Harry Hope. "You"ve given me a chance--and I"ll make good!" His own voice sounded strange in his ears.
There was an instant"s awkward pause, and then the Sc.r.a.p Iron Kid said, simply, "You"d better!" and the others nodded.
Llewellyn spoke up, saying, "Reddy is our regular chef; but I"d like to have you see me cook a goose." Then he drew from his inside pocket what seemed to be a leaf torn from a ledger, and, unfolding it, he struck a match, then lighted it.
"I suppose I ought to be a man and face the music," Hope managed to stutter, "but I"m going to cheat the ends of justice for June"s sake.
I"m much obliged to you."
When they had gone off, hand in hand, the Sc.r.a.p Iron Kid nodded approvingly to George, saying, "That was sure some cookin" you did, pal."
And Llewellyn answered, "Yes, I cooked your goose and mine, but she"ll be happy, anyhow."
"MAN PROPOSES--"
THE STORY OF A MAN WHO WANTED TO DIE