"Aye, "tis wonderful cold."
"And I"m profoundly grateful to you for pulling me out of it."
""Twere fine I comes up before your canoe founders, or I"m thinkin"
you"d be handy t" drownded by now."
"A sombre thought, but I guess you"re right. A fellow couldn"t swim far or stick it out long in there," said Shad, waving his arm toward the dark waters. "I"m sure I owe my life to you. It was lucky for me you saw me."
""Tweren"t luck, sir; "twere Providence. "Twere th" Lord"s way o"
takin" care o" you."
"Well, it was a pretty good way, anyhow. But where did you drop from?
I didn"t see you till you threw me that line a few minutes ago."
"I were pa.s.sin" t" wind"ard, sir, when I sights you, an" not knowin"
who "twere, I sails close in till I makes you out as a stranger, an"
then you goes down an" I picks you up."
"That sounds very simple, but it was a good stunt, just the same, to get me the line and come around in this chop the way you did, and then haul me aboard before I knew what you were about--you kept your head beautifully, and knew what to do--and you only a kid, too!" added Shad, in surprise, as the moonlight fell full on Bob"s face.
"A--kid?" asked Bob, not quite certain what "kid" might be.
"Yes--just a youngster--a boy."
"I"m seventeen," Bob a.s.serted, in a tone which resented the imputation of extreme youth. "You don"t look much older"n that yourself."
"But I am--much older--I"m eighteen," said Shad, grinning. "My name"s Trowbridge--Shad Trowbridge, from Boston. What is your name?
Let"s get acquainted," and Shad extended his hand.
"I"m Bob Gray, o" Wolf Bight," said Bob, taking Shad"s hand.
"Not Ungava Bob?" exclaimed Shad.
"Aye, they calls me Ungava Bob here-abouts sometimes."
"Why, I was on my way to Wolf Bight to see you!"
"T" see me, sir?"
"Yes, I came up from Fort Pelican to Porcupine Cove with two trappers named Blake and Matheson, and they told me about you. They said I might induce you to take a trip with me."
"A trip with you, sir?"
"Yes. I want to take a little canoe and fishing trip into the country, and Blake and Matheson suggested that you might have two or three weeks to spare and could go along with me. I"ll pay you well for your services. What do you think of it?"
"I"m--not just knowin"," Bob hesitated. "I leaves for my trappin"
grounds th" first o" August t" be gone th" winter, an"--I"m thinkin" I wants t" stay home till I goes--an" my folks"ll be wantin" me home."
"Well, let"s not decide now. We"ll talk it over to-morrow."
"You"m cold," said Bob, after a moment"s silence, reaching into a locker under his seat and bringing out a moleskin ad.i.c.ky. "Put un on.
She"s fine and warm."
"Thank you. I"m thoroughly chilled," Shad admitted, gratefully accepting the ad.i.c.ky and drawing it on over his wet clothing.
"Pull th" hood up," suggested Bob. ""Twill help warm you."
"There, that"s better; I"ll soon be quite comfortable."
"We don"t seem to be making much headway," Shad remarked, observing the sh.o.r.e after a brief lapse in conversation.
"No," said Bob, "th" canoe bein" awash "tis a heavy drag towin" she, but we"ll soon be in th" lee, an" out o" danger o" th" sea smashin"
she ag"in" th" boat, an" then I"ll haul she alongside an" bring your outfit aboard."
They were slowly approaching the south sh.o.r.e and presently, as Bob had predicted, ran under the lee of a long point of land, where in calmer water the canoe was manoeuvred alongside, and Shad"s outfit, so fortunately and securely lashed fast by Ed Matheson, was found intact, save the paddle which Shad had been using.
The things were quickly transferred to the boat, and, this accomplished, Bob bailed the canoe free of water, dropped it astern, now a light and easy tow, and catching the breeze again in the open, turned at length into Wolf Bight, where he made a landing on a sandy beach.
"That"s where I lives," said Bob, indicating a little log cabin, sharply silhouetted against the moonlit sky, on a gentle rise above them.
When the canoe, quite unharmed, was lifted from the water and all made snug, Shad silently followed up the path and into the door of the darkened cabin, where Bob lighted a candle, displaying a large square room, the uncarpeted floor scoured to immaculate whiteness, as were also the home-made wooden chairs, a chest of drawers, and uncovered table.
There were two windows on the south side and one on the north side, all gracefully draped with snowy muslin. A clock ticked cheerfully on a rude mantel behind a large box stove. To the left of the door, a rough stairway led to the attic, and the rear of the room was curtained off into two compartments, the spotlessly clean curtains of a pale blue and white checked print, giving a refreshing touch of colour to the room which, simply as it was furnished, possessed an atmosphere of restfulness and homely comfort that impressed the visitor at once as cosy and wholesome.
"My folks be all abed," explained Bob, as he placed the candle on the table, "but we"ll put a fire on an" boil th" kettle. A drop o" hot tea"ll warm you up after your cold souse."
"I would appreciate it," said Shad, his teeth chattering.
"Be that you, Bob?" asked a voice from behind the curtain.
"Aye, Father," answered Bob, "an" I has a gentleman with me, come t"
visit us."
"Now that be fine. I"ll be gettin" right up," said the voice.
"Put a fire on, lad, an" set th" kettle over," suggested a woman"s voice, "an" I"ll be gettin" a bite t" eat."
"Please don"t leave your bed," pleaded Shad. "It will make me feel that I am causing a lot of trouble. Bob and I will do very nicely."
""Tis no trouble, sir--"tis no trouble at all," the man"s voice a.s.sured.
"Oh, no, sir; "tis no trouble," echoed the woman"s voice. ""Tis too rare a pleasure t" have a visitor."
Both spoke in accents of such honest welcome and hospitality that Shad made no further objection.
The fire was quickly lighted, and Shad, as the stove began to send out its genial warmth, had but just removed his borrowed ad.i.c.ky when the curtain parted and Mr. and Mrs. Gray appeared.
"Mr. Trowbridge, this be Father and Mother," said Bob; adding as a second thought, "Mr. Trowbridge lives in Boston."