"I don"t know if I"ve been of much help so far, and the money I put into the undertaking wasn"t mine. There"s a third partner, Stephen, and I think she"d like me to see you through."
Festing gave him a grateful glance and closed his eyes. After a time, he opened them feebly and asked: "Do you know why the frame gave way?"
"Not yet," said Charnock with some dryness. "I mean to find out!"
Then the doctor interrupted and sent him away. Going back to the scene of the accident, he found the damage less serious than he thought. Part of the wall had fallen and the post, which had broken, had pulled down the timbers attached, but these could be replaced, and Charnock, calling two men, began to clear the snow from the king-tie, which he imagined had given way first. He found the Lewis bolt fixed to its end, but the wedge had gone, and he climbed to the spot where the end of the beam had been fixed. The stone socket had not broken, but pieces of crushed lead lay near the hole. The soft metal had not much holding power and had been used to fill up the crevices.
Sitting down, he began with methodical patience to turn over the snow and loose rubble that remained on the shelf after the large stones had fallen. The odds were against his finding what he sought, but he persevered for an hour and then picked up a piece of broken metal a few inches long. It was half of the wedge, which had broken at the slot, but although he searched carefully he could not find the other part. Putting the piece in his pocket, he went to the forge and, seeing the smith was occupied, sat down and filled his pipe. The door was open and the light reflected from the snow was strong. Charnock was glad of this, because he wanted to see the smith, who presently dropped his hammer and leaned against the hearth.
"How"s your partner getting on?" he asked. "Mr. Festing"s the kind of man I like; I was sorry to hear he had got hurt."
Charnock studied the man. His face was pale and wrinkled under the grime, but he looked honest, and if his statement was sincere, as Charnock thought, it seemed to clear the ground. After giving him a few particulars about Festing"s injuries, he lighted his pipe.
"Wilkinson"s not here to-day," he remarked.
"He"s not always here," said the smith. "He comes when there are picks and drills that want sharpening."
"I saw him once or twice when I was in, and thought he was a friend of yours."
"He can swap a good yarn; kind of handy man and sometimes helps me with the hammer, but I guess that"s all there is to it."
"Just so," said Charnock carelessly. "This is a warm place for a quiet smoke, and the foreman can"t tell how long one ought to stop, particularly as you"re sometimes out at the machine-shop. Do you find the boys meddle with your tools if they come in while you"re away?"
"No, sir; there"d be trouble if I did! Besides, n.o.body comes but Wilkinson, and if I"m out he waits."
Charnock nodded, as if it did not matter. He had found out what he wanted to know and thought he had not excited the smith"s suspicions.
Taking the broken wedge from his pocket, he put it on the hearth.
"I expect you know what that is! The Lewis smashed when the frame came down."
"It"s the wedge. Don"t see why it broke; plenty metal left, though the slot weakened it."
"What"s it made of?"
"Steel. The iron I wanted didn"t come; but this is mild, low-carbon stuff."
"Then what"s the matter with it. It did break."
The smith put the piece into a socket in the anvil and struck it with a hammer. The end broke short, and picking up the fragment he went to the door.
"Nature"s gone out of it; I sure can"t understand the thing," he said with a puzzled look. "If I hadn"t forged the stuff myself, I"d allow it was burned."
"You don"t often overheat the steel you work."
"No, sir," said the smith, who took up a piece of metal, pierced with holes. "Made this out of the same bar, and it took more forging. Now you watch!"
He put the object in a vise and hammered down the end, which did not break. "That"s all right, anyhow; tough and most as soft as iron. But steel"s sometimes treacherous; you want to be careful--"
"Could you tell by looking at it if a piece was burned?"
"Well," said the smith thoughtfully, "it"s not always easy, but if the thing was badly scaled, I"d be suspicious. Of course, there might be some scale--"
"But the wedge looked all right when you finished it?"
"It certainly did," said the smith, who hesitated. "Say do you reckon it was the bolt going that let down your frame?"
"So far, I imagine it was the weight of snow. The pile ran back up the hill and must have made a crushing load. For all that, I"m curious about the wedge."
"Well," said the other, "If it was the wedge, I"m surely sorry! The blamed thing is burned, though I don"t know how. But if she was loaded up too much, she might have broken anyhow, burned or not."
"I expect so," said Charnock, getting up. "You needn"t bother about the matter; I"m not blaming you."
His face got very grim when he went out, for what he had learned fitted in with his suspicions. Wilkinson had heard the smith say that steel could be easily spoiled, and sometimes came to the forge when the man was away. Then there was the rough, scaly look of the wedge, which had been put out of the smith"s sight, inside the split shank of the bolt.
Everything was plain; Charnock knew why the tie gave way and allowed the frame to fall.
The thought of the treacherous injury made his blood boil. The thing had been so easily done; five minutes" work at the blower, a few strokes with a big hammer when the steel was dangerously hot, and then, perhaps, a sudden quenching in the snow, when the steel ought to have slowly cooled. He had been wrong in thinking men would not risk much for the sake of revenge. Wilkinson had foully struck his comrade and perhaps crippled him for life. But the cunning brute must be punished, and driven from the camp, and when he left should carry marks that would make it difficult to forget his offense.
Charnock, however, could not at once seek out his antagonist. He had promised Festing to carry on the contract; they had had a number of setbacks, and the accident would cost them much. Wages were high and it was essential that the men should be usefully employed, while there was now n.o.body but himself to superintend the work. Besides, the doctor might want him and he must call at the shack every now and then to see how Festing was getting on. It looked as if he must leave Wilkinson alone until he had more leisure in the evening.
It was a trying day. The doctor sent him errands and sometimes allowed him to come in for a few minutes, but his reports were not favorable, and Festing was either asleep or too feeble to talk. When work stopped and Charnock went to the shack after some hours" absence the doctor looked very grave.
"I"m sorry I must keep you out," he said. "You mean well, but you"re clumsy, while the young fellow Mr. Kerr sent has had some training and knows his job."
"Then my partner"s worse?"
"Well, I"ll own that I"m anxious about to-night; but if he gets over the early morning, I"ll have hope. Go to the engineer"s shack and I"ll send you a report, if possible."
Charnock tried to brace himself as he went away. So far, he had not imagined that Festing might die. He had got a shock, but must not let it overwhelm him. Thinking hard, he walked to Norton"s shack to get some food. He was worn out and felt some pain.
Norton gave him supper and offered him room for the night, and Charnock forced himself to eat. When the meal was over he lounged in a comfortable chair with his eyes shut for a time, and then got up and put on his coat.
"Where are you going?" Norton asked.
"I"ve some business at the camp," Charnock replied in a very grim voice.
He went out and as he walked down the track met the locomotive engineer, who stopped.
"Is that you, Mr. Charnock? Cold"s pretty fierce to-night. How"s Mr.
Festing?"
Charnock had not felt the cold until then, but he shivered and beat his hands as he replied that Festing was badly hurt. Then he asked: "Are you going out with the loco?"
"Thought I"d finished, but they"ve wired that the cars are wanted on the next section and I"ve got to run them along."
"Ah," said Charnock. "Have you seen Wilkinson?"
"Met him going to the bunk-house just before you came up."