The hour lengthened into many hours; the girl slept heavily on her sofa under blankets laid over her by Stormont.
All that dark, snowy day she slept, mercifully unconscious of the proceedings below.
In its own mysterious way the news penetrated the wilderness; and out of the desolation of forest and swamp and mountain drifted the people who somehow existed there--a few shy, half wild young girls, a dozen silent, lank men, two or three of Clinch"s own people, who stood silently about in the falling snow and lent a hand whenever requested.
One long shanked youth cut hemlock to line the grave; others erected a little fence of silver birch around it, making of the enclosure a "plot."
A gaunt old woman from G.o.d knows where aided Mr. Lyken at intervals: a pretty, sulky-eyed girl with her slovenly, red-headed sister cooked for anybody who desired nourishment.
When Mike was ready to hold the inevitable reception everybody filed into the dance hall. Mr. Lyken was master of ceremonies; Trooper Stormont stood very tall and straight by the head of the casket.
Clinch wore a vague, indefinable smile and his best clothes,--that same smile which had so troubled Jose Quintana.
Light was fading fast in the room when the last visitor took silent leave of Clinch and rejoined the groups in the kitchen, where were the funeral baked meats.
Eve still slept. Descending again from his reconnaissance, Trooper Stormont encountered Trooper Lannis below.
"Has anybody picked up Quintana"s tracks?" inquired the former.
"Not so far. An Inspector and two State Game Protectors are out beyond Owl Marsh. The Troopers from Five Lakes are on the job, and we have enforcement men along Drowned Valley from The Scaur to Harrod Place."
"Does Darragh know?"
"Yes. He"s in there with Mike. He brought a lot of flowers from Harrod Place."
The two troopers went into the dance hall where Darragh was arranging the flowers from his greenhouses.
Stormont said quietly: "All right, Jim, but Eve must not know that they came from Harrod"s."
Darragh nodded: "How is she, Jack?"
"All in."
"Do you know the story?"
"Yes. Mike went into Drowned Valley early last evening after Quintana.
He didn"t come back. Before dawn this morning Eve located Quintana, set a bear-trap for him, and caught him with the goods----"
"What goods?" demanded Darragh sharply.
"Well, she got his pack and found Mike"s watch and jewelry in it----"
"What jewelry?"
"The jewels Quintana was after. But that was after she"d arrived at the Dump, here, leaving Quintana to get free of the trap and beat it.
"That"s how I met her--half crazed, going to find Quintana again. We"d found Mike in Drowned Valley and were bringing him out when I ran into Eve.... I brought her back here and called Ghost Lake.... They haven"t picked up Quintana"s tracks so far."
After a silence: "Too bad this snow came so late," remarked Trooper Lannis. "But we ought to get Quintana anyway."
Darragh went over and looked silently at Mike Clinch.
"I liked you," he said under his breath. "It wasn"t your fault. And it wasn"t mine, Mike.... I"ll try to square things. Don"t worry."
He came back slowly to where Stormont was standing near the door:
"Jack," he said, "you can"t marry Eve on a Trooper"s pay. Why not quit and take over the Harrod estate?... You and I can go into business together later if you like."
After a pause: "That"s rather wonderful of you, Jim," said Stormont, "but you don"t know what sort of business man I"d make----"
"I know what sort of officer you made.... I"m taking no chance.... And I"ll make my peace with Eve--or somebody will do it for me.... Is it settled then?"
"Thanks," said Trooper Stormont, reddening. They clasped hands. Then Stormont went about and lighted the candles in the room. Clinch"s face, again revealed, was still faintly amused at something or other. The dead have much to be amused at.
As Darragh was about to go, Stormont said: "We"re burying Clinch at eleven to-morrow morning. The Ghost Lake Pilot officiates."
"I"ll come if it won"t upset Eve," said Darragh.
"She won"t notice anybody, I fancy," remarked Stormont.
He stood by the veranda and watched Darragh take the Lake Trail through the snow. Finally the glimmer of his swinging lantern was lost in the woods and Stormont mounted the stairs once more, stood silently by Eve"s open door, realised she was still heavily asleep, and seated himself on a chair outside her door to watch and wait.
All night long it snowed hard over the Star Pond country, and the late grey light of morning revealed a blinding storm pelting a white robed world.
Toward ten o"clock, Stormont, on guard, noticed that Eve was growing restless.
Downstairs the flotsam of the forest had gathered again: Mr. Lyken was there in black gloves; the Reverend Laomi Smatter had arrived in a sleigh from Ghost Lake. Both were breakfasting heavily.
The pretty, sulky-faced girl fetched a tray and placed Eve"s breakfast on it; and Trooper Stormont carried it to her room.
She was awake when he entered. He set the tray on the table. She put both arms around his neck.
"Jack," she murmured, her eyes tremulous with tears.
"Everything has been done," he said. "Will you be ready by eleven? I"ll come for you."
She clung to him in silence for a while.
At eleven he knocked on her door. She opened it. She wore her black wool gown and a black fur turban. Some of her pallor remained,--traces of tears and bluish smears under both eyes. But her voice was steady.
"Could I see Dad a moment alone?"
"Of course."
She took his arm: they descended the stairs. There seemed to be many people about but she did not lift her eyes until her lover led her into the dance hall where Clinch lay smiling his mysterious smile.