"I do. Minook told me, four summers ago, that he"d found a prospect near here, and I"ve always figgered on putting some holes down. But it looks like I"m late."
"Oh, there"s plenty of ground open. You"ve got as good a chance as the balance of us."
"Any grub in camp?"
"Nope. Ophir was struck too late in the fall."
McGill laughed. "I didn"t think there would be; but that"s nothing new."
"Didn"t you bring none?"
"Nary a pound. There"s women and children at the Circle, and there wasn"t more than enough for them, so I pulled out."
"There"s plenty below," Hopper a.s.sured him.
"How far?"
"We don"t know yet. There"s a boat-load of "chekakos" bound for Dawson somewhere between here and Cochrane"s Landing. They"ll be froze in now, and tenderfeet always has grub. Soon"s we get some more snow we"ll do some freightin"."
Before he retired that night McGill had bought a town lot, and a week later there was a cabin on it, for he was a man who knew how to work.
Then, during the interval between the close of navigation and the opening of winter travel he looked over the country and staked some claims. He did not locate at random, but used a discrimination based upon ten years" experience in the arctics, and when cold weather set in he felt satisfied with his work. Men with half his holdings reckoned their fortunes at extravagant figures; transfers of unproved properties for handsome terms were common; millions were made daily, on paper.
Soon after the winter had settled, two strangers "mushed" in from down-river. For ten days they had pulled their own sled through the first dry, trackless snow of the season, and they were well spent, but they brought news that the steamboat was in winter quarters a hundred and fifty miles below. They a.s.sured McGill, moreover, that there was plenty of food aboard, so, a day later, he set off on their back trail with his dog-team. By now the melancholy autumn was gone, the air was frozen clean of every taint, the frost made men"s blood gallop through their veins. It changed McGill into a boy again. His lungs ached from the throbbing power within them, his loping stride was as smooth as that of a timber-wolf, his loud, deep laughter caused the dogs to yelp in answer.
When he finally burst out of the silence and into the midst of the gold-seekers with tidings of the new camp only a hundred and fifty miles away they shook off their lethargy and awoke to a great excitement. He told all he honestly knew about Ophir, and with nimble fancies they added two words of their own to every one of his. They stopped work upon their winter quarters and made ready to push on afoot--on hands and knees, if necessary. Here was a man who had made a fortune in one short autumn, for with the customary ignorance of tenderfeet they perceived no distinction between a mining claim and a mine. A gold-mine, they reasoned, was worth anything one wished to imagine, from a hundred thousand to a million; thirty gold-mines were worth thirty millions--figure it out for yourself. The conservative ones cut the result in half and were well satisfied with it. They were glad they had come.
The steamboat captain offered McGill a bed in his own cabin, for the log houses were not yet completed, and that night at supper the miner met the rest of the big family. Among them was a girl. Once McGill had beheld her, he could see none of the others; he became an automaton, directing his words at random, but focusing his soul upon her. He could not recall her name, for her first glance had driven all memory out of his head, and during the meal he feasted his hungry eyes upon her, feeling a yearning such as he had never before experienced. He did not pause to argue what it foretold; it is doubtful if he would have realized had he taken time to think, for he had never known women well, and ten years in the Yukon country had dimmed what youthful recollections he possessed. When he went to bed he was in a daze that did not vanish even when the captain, after carefully locking the doors and closing the cabin shutters, crawled under the bunk and brought forth a five-gallon keg of whisky, which he fondled like a mother her babe.
"Wait till you taste it," crooned the old man. "Nothing like it north of Vancouver. If I didn"t keep it hid I"d have a mutiny."
He removed a steaming kettle from the stove, then, unearthing some sugar from the chart-case, mixed a toddy, muttering: "Just wait, that"s all.
You just wait!" With the pains of a chemist he divided the beverage into two equal portions, rolled the contents of his own gla.s.s under his tongue with a look of beat.i.tude on his wrinkled features, then inquired, "What did I tell you?"
"It"s great," McGill acknowledged. "First real liquor I"ve tasted for months." Then he fell to staring at the fire.
After a time he asked, "Who"s the lady I was talking to?"
"The one with the red sweater?"
"Yes."
"Miss Andrews. Her first name is Alice."
"Alice!" McGill spoke it softly. "I--I s"pose she"s married, of course?"
"No, _Miss_ Andrews."
McGill started. "I thought she was the wife of that nice-looking feller, Barclay."
The captain grunted, and then after a moment added, "She"s an actor of some kind."
McGill opened his eyes in genuine astonishment. He opened his mouth also, but changed his mind and fell to studying the flames once more.
"She"s plumb beautiful," he said at length.
"All actors is beautiful," the captain remarked, wisely.
McGill slept badly that night, which was unusual for him, but when he went to feed his dogs on the following morning he found Miss Andrews ahead of him.
"What splendid creatures!" she said, petting them.
"Do you like dogs?" he queried.
"I love them. You know, these are the first I have ever seen of this kind."
"Then you never rode behind a team?"
"No. I have only read about such things."
McGill summoned his courage and said, "Mebbe you"d like me to--give you a ride?"
"_Would_ you? Oh, Mr. McGill!" She clapped her hands, and her eyes widened at the prospect.
He noted how the brisk air had brought the blood to her cheeks, but broke off the dangerous contemplation of her charms and fell to harnessing the team, his fingers stiff with embarra.s.sment. He helped her into the basket-sled and then, at her request, tucked in the folds of her coat. It was a novel sensation and one he had never dreamed of having, for he would not have dared touch any woman without a command.
It was not much of a ride, for the trails were poor, but the girl seemed to enjoy it, and to McGill it was wonderful. He felt that he was making an awful spectacle of himself, however, and hoped no one had seen them leave; he was so big and so ungainly to be playing squire, and, above all, he was so old.
He could think of nothing to say on the excursion, but when she thanked him upon their return he was more than paid for his misery. As they drove up, Barclay was watching them from the high bank, and Miss Andrews waved a mitten at him. Later, when McGill had left for a moment, the young man began, sourly:
"Making a play for the old party, eh?"
"He isn"t old," said Miss Andrews, carelessly.
"What"s the idea?"
"I don"t know that I have any idea. Why?"
"Humph! I"m interested--naturally."
"You needn"t be. It"s every one for himself up here, and you don"t seem to be getting ahead very fast."
"I see. McGill"s due to be a millionaire, and I"m down and out," Barclay sneered. "Well, we"re neither of us children. If you can land him, more power to you."
"I wouldn"t stand in your way," said Miss Andrews, coldly, "and I don"t intend that you shall stand in mine."
"Is that the only way you look at it?" Barclay wore an ugly frown that seemed genuine. She met it with a mere shrug, causing him to exclaim, hotly, "If you don"t care any more than that, I won"t interfere." He turned and walked away.
Those were wonderful days for McGill. Instead of hurrying back to his work he loitered. With a splendid disregard of convention he followed the girl about hourly and was too drunk with her smiles to hear the comment his actions evoked. He had moments of despair when he saw himself as a great, awkward bear, more aptly designed to frighten than to woo a woman, but these periods of depression gave way to the keenest delight at some word of encouragement from Alice Andrews. He did not fully realize that he had asked her to marry him until it was all over, but she seemed to understand so fully what was in his heart that she had drawn it from him before he really knew what he was saying. And then the joy of her acceptance! It stunned him. When he had finally torn himself away from her side he went out and stood bareheaded under the northern lights to let it sink in. There were no words in his vocabulary, no thoughts in his mind, capable of expressing the marvel of it. The gorgeous colors that leaped from horizon to zenith were no more glorious than the riot that flamed within his soul. She loved him, Dan McGill, and she was a white woman! When he thought how beautiful and young she was his heart overflowed with a gentle tenderness which rivaled that of any mother.
Still in a dream, he related the miracle to the steamboat captain, who took the announcement in silence. This old man had wintered inside the circle and knew something of the woman-hunger that comes to strong men in solitude. He was observant, moreover, and had seen good girls made bad by the fires of the frontier, as well as bad women made good by marriage.