Miss Josephine looked up at the yellow rock and clasped her hands with an exclamation of delight.
"Glorious!" she said. "I never would have thought of that; and how beautiful it will be! Why, if the lake comes up that high it will go clear back around that turn in the valley, won"t it?"
"Easily," he replied; "although that might make us trouble, for I don"t know where that turn in the valley leads. I have never explored that region. Suppose we go up and look it over."
"Won"t that be fun?" she agreed, and they started to follow the stream.
As they reached the rear of the "pocket," where they could see around the curve, they turned and looked back over the route they had just traversed.
"My idea," Sam explained, having waited until they reached this viewpoint to do so, "is to build the dam down there at the roadside, and build the hotel right over it so that arriving guests will, after an elevator has brought them up to the height of the main floor, find the blue of the lake suddenly bursting upon them from the main piazza, which will face the valley. All of the inside rooms will, of course, have hanging balconies looking out over the water."
"Perfectly ideal!" she agreed, her enthusiasm growing.
"I think I"d better investigate the curve of the valley," he decided, studying the path carefully. "It seems rather rough for you, and I"ll go alone. All I want to see is how far the water height will carry around there, and if it will become necessary to build a dam at the other end."
"Oh, it isn"t too rough for me," she declared immediately. "I am an excellent climber," and together they started to explore the now narrowing valley, following the stream over steep rocks and fallen trees, and pushing through tangled undergrowth and among briers and bushes and around slippery banks until they came to another tortuous turn, where a second spring, welling up from under a flat, overhanging rock, tumbled down to augment the supply for the future lake; and here they stopped and had a drink of the cool, delicious water, Sam making the girl a cup from a huge leaf which she said made the water taste fuzzy, and then showing her how to get down on her hands and knees--spreading his coat on the ground to protect her gown--and drink _au naturel_, a trick at which she was most charming, and probably knew it.
The valley here had grown most narrow, but they followed the now very small stream around one sharp curve after another until they found its source, which was still another spring, and here there was no more valley; but a cleft in the hill to the right, which they suddenly came upon, gave them an exquisite view out over the beautiful low-lying country, miles in extent, which lay between this and the next range of hills; a delightful vista dotted with green farms and white farm-houses and smiling streams and waving trees and grazing cattle. They stopped in awe at the beauty of it and looked out over the valley in silence; and unconsciously the girl slipped her hand within the arm of the man!
"Just imagine a sunset out over there," he said. "You see those fleecy clouds that are out there now. If clouds like those are still there when the sun goes down, they will be a fleet of pearl-gray vessels, with carmine keels, upon a sea of gold."
She glanced at him quickly, but she did not express her marvel that this man had so many sides. Before she could comment, and while she was still framing some way to express her appreciation of his gentler gifts, he returned briskly to practical things.
"Our lake will scarcely come up to this point," he judged. "I don"t think that at any point it will be high enough to cover the springs.
We don"t want it to if we can help it, for that would destroy some of the beauty of it. Have you noticed that our lake will be much like a kite in shape, with this winding ravine the tail of it. We"ll have to take in a lot of acreage to cover this property, but it will be worth it. I"m going to look after options right away. I"m glad now I had already decided to stay another two weeks."
Of course she was still angry with Sam, she reminded herself, but she was inexpressibly glad, somehow or other, to find that he was intending to stay two weeks longer, and was startled as she recognized that fact.
"It will take a lot of money, won"t it, to build a hotel here?" she asked, getting away from certain troublesome thoughts as quickly as she could.
"Yes, it will take a great deal," he admitted, as they turned to scramble down the ravine again. "I should judge, however, that about two hundred and fifty thousand dollars would finance it."
"But I thought, from something father once said, that you did not have so much money as that?"
"Bless you, no!" replied Sam, smiling. "No indeed! I"ve enough to cover an option on this property and that"s about all, now, since I"m tangled up so deeply with my Pulp Company, but I figure that I can make a quick turn on this property to help me out on the other thing. What I"ll do," he explained, "is to get this option first of all, and then have some plans drawn, including a nice perspective view of the hotel--a water-color sketch, you know, showing the building fronting the lake--and upon that build a prospectus to get up the stock company.
I"ll take stock for my control of the land and for my services in promotion. Then I"ll sell my stock and get out. I ought to make the turn in two or three months and come out fifteen, or possibly twenty or twenty-five thousand dollars to the good. It is a nice, big scheme."
"Oh," she said blankly, "then you wouldn"t actually build a hotel yourself?"
"Hardly," he returned. "I"ll be content to make the profit out of promoting it that I"d make in the first four or five years of running the place."
"I see," she said musingly; "and you"d get this up just like you formed your Marsh Pulp Company, I think father called it, and of course you"d try to get--what is it?--oh, yes; control."
He smiled at her.
"I"d scarcely look for that in this deal," he explained. "If I can just get a nice slice of promotion stock and sell it I shall be quite well satisfied."
She bent puzzled brows over this new problem.
"I don"t quite understand how you can do it," she confessed, "but of course you know how. You"re used to these things. Father says you"re very good at promoting."
"That"s the way I"ve made all my money, or rather what little I have,"
he told her, modestly enough. "I expect this Pulp Company, however, to lift me out of that, for a few years at least; then when I come back into the promoting field I can go after things on a big scale. The Pulp Company ought to make me a lot of money if I can just keep it in my own hands," and involuntarily he sighed.
She looked at him musingly for a moment, and was about to say something, but thought better of it and said something else.
"The tail of your kite will be almost a perfect letter "S"," she observed. "How beautiful it will be; the big, broad lake out there in the main valley, and then the nice, little, secluded, twisty waterway back in through here; a regular lover"s lane of a waterway, as it were.
I don"t suppose these springs have any names. They must be named, and--why, we haven"t even named the lake!"
"Yes, we have," he quickly returned. "I"m going to call it Lake Josephine."
"You haven"t asked my permission for that," she objected with mock severity.
"There are plenty of Josephines in the world," he calmly observed.
"n.o.body has a copyright on the name, you know."
She smiled, as one sure of her ground.
"Yes, but you wouldn"t call it that, if I were to object seriously."
"No, I guess I wouldn"t," he gave up; "but you"re not going to object seriously, are you?"
"I"ll think it over," she said.
They were now making their way along a bank that was too difficult of travel to allow much conversation, though it did allow some delicious helping, but when they came out into the main valley where they could again look down on the road, they paused to survey the course over which they had just come, and to appreciate to the full the beauty of Sam"s plan.
"I don"t believe I quite like your idea of the hotel built down there at the roadside," she objected as they sat on a huge boulder to rest.
"It cuts off the view of the lake from pa.s.sers-by, and I should think it would be the best advertis.e.m.e.nt you could have for everybody who drove past there to say: "Oh, what a pretty place!" Now I should think that right about here where we are sitting would be the proper location for your hotel. Just think how the lake and the building would look from the road. Right here would be a broad porch jutting out over the water, giving a view down that first bend of the kite tail, and back of the hotel would be this big hill and all the trees, and hills and trees would spread out each side of it, sort of open armed, as it were, welcoming people in."
"It couldn"t be seen, though," objected Sam. "The dam down there would necessarily be about thirty feet high at the center, and people driving along the roadway would not be able to see the water at all. They would only see the blank wall of the dam. Of course we could soften that by building the dam back a few feet from the roadway, making an embankment and covering that with turf, or possibly shrubbery or flowers, but still the water would not be visible, nor the hotel!"
"I see," she said slowly.
They both studied that objection in silence for quite a little while.
Then she suddenly and excitedly e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed:
"_Sam_!"
He jumped, and he thrilled all through. She had called him Sam entirely unconsciously, which showed that she had been thinking of him by that familiar name. With the exclamation had come sparkling eyes and heightened color, not due to having used the word, but due to a bright thought, and he almost lost his sense of logic in considering the delightful combination. It occurred to him, however, that it would be very unwise for him to call attention to her slip of the tongue, or even to give her time to think and recognize it herself.
"Another idea?" he asked.
"Indeed yes," she a.s.serted, "and this time I know it"s feasible. I don"t know much about measurements in feet and inches, but there are three feet in a yard."
"Yes."
"Well, doesn"t the road down there, from hill to hill, dip about ten yards?"
"Yes."