"I was getting exhausted when you jumped off the skip."
"After all, I only gave you a push now and then. I was fresh, and imagine I swim better than you."
"It"s possible. I don"t swim very well."
"Then why did you go into the rapid? I call it a blamed silly thing!"
"I felt I had to recover the skip."
"Not at all," said Charnock, with a grin. "The skip could have stopped where it was. For a man who thinks much, you"re ridiculously illogical; got no proper sense of relative values. Your business is to carry out your contract, and not risk your life for a rusty bucket."
"You risked yours!"
"I didn"t. The only risk I ran was knocking your head off with my heavy boots. But if you hadn"t begun the folly, I wouldn"t have jumped, if the river had been full of the company"s skips."
Then the door opened and the head contractor"s engineer came in.
"You did a plucky thing to-day, Festing," he began; but Charnock interrupted.
"Don"t spoil my argument, Mr. Norton. I"ve been proving he made a fool of himself."
"Then there were two of you," Norton rejoined. "The trolley was running fast, and if you had dropped a few yards farther out, you wouldn"t have got back." He turned to Festing. "I was rather mad about it when you broke the wire, and of course wanted the skip. Still I didn"t mean you to take a risk like that. We could have fixed the thing."
"A matter of bookkeeping?" Charnock suggested. "Much depends on how you charge up your costs, and one understands that doing it cleverly leads to promotion. The worst is when you come to the total--"
"I"ll talk to you later. You"re up against a big proposition, Festing; but if you find yourself in a tight place and I"ve a man or two to spare, or can help---"
"Thanks; I may take advantage of your promise," Festing replied, and Norton turned to Charnock.
"You are doing better than I expected when Dalton sent you along."
"I imagine my recent activity would surprise my friends, and you"re a stranger. However, I suppose I"ve got to keep it up so long as I work on the road."
"That"s sure," said the other dryly. "Well, I didn"t think it prudent to give you much at first, and now I"ll mark you up an extra fifty cents."
He stopped a few minutes, and when he went out Charnock laughed. "Not a bad sort, but I"m puzzled by my satisfaction at getting three dollars more a week. If I wanted a check not long since, I"d only to look penitent and go to Sadie."
After this, they sat smoking quietly for a time, and then Charnock drew up his legs and frowned.
"What"s the matter?" Festing asked.
"Nothing much," said Charnock. "I"ve got a bit of a weakness I don"t think you know about. Neuralgic, I imagine; it grips me here." He indicated the region between his belt and chest. "Comes and goes when I"m not quite up to my proper form."
"Then I expect jumping into the river and standing about in wet clothes brought it on."
"No; I have had it before. Besides, I"ve often been as wet; so have you.
Anyhow, the pain"s going, and there"s a thing I forgot to mention. I met Wilkinson this afternoon."
Festing knitted his brows. "Wilkinson! What do you think has brought him?"
"Chance and Sadie"s scheming. I"ve cause to suspect she forced him off his ranch, though she would probably wish she hadn"t meddled if she knew she"d sent him here. As he looked surprised when he saw me, I imagine he"d no particular object in coming, except that he wanted a job."
"Did you speak to him?"
"I did not. It"s very possible he"d have resented my remarks. Then I was on the company"s business and the foreman was about."
"Well," said Festing thoughtfully, "it might be better to keep out of his way as far as you can. I don"t know that he"s likely to do us harm, but wish he had gone somewhere else."
They let the matter drop and talked about other things until they went to bed. Next morning broke bracingly cold, but thin mist rolled among the pines a few hundred feet above the track. For the most part the climate of the interior of British Columbia is dry, and there are belts where artificial irrigation is employed, but some of the valleys form channels for the moist winds from the Pacific. Except in the bitter cold-snaps, it was seldom that the white peaks above the track were visible, and now something in the atmosphere threatened heavy rain.
Charnock began his work as usual with the gravel gang. It was his business to spread the ballast thrown off the cars by the plow that traveled along the train, and although the labor was not exhausting it had tried his strength at first. His muscles, however, were hardening, and until the last few days, he had been able to scatter heavy shovelfuls of stones with a dexterous jerk that distributed them among the ties.
Streaks of dingy haze that looked like steam rose from the river. The fresh smell of pines hung about the track, and the clash of shovels and ringing of hammers mingled harmoniously with the deep-toned roar of the rapids. The cold braced the muscles and stirred the blood, and the sounds of activity had an invigorating influence while the day was young, but Charnock felt slack. His pain had gone, but he was conscious of a nervous tension and knew what it meant. A small blister on his hand annoyed him, he growled at comrades who got in his way, and swore when the gravel fell in the wrong place. Somehow he could not get the stuff to go where it ought.
For all that, he felt no serious inconvenience until about eleven o"clock, when a stinging pain spread across the front of his body. For a few moments he leaned on his shovel and gasped, but the pang moderated and he roused himself when the foreman looked his way. He must try to hold out for another hour, and he savagely attacked his pile of stones.
When the echoes of the whistle filled the hollow he had some trouble in reaching the bunk-house, but felt better after dinner and a smoke, which he enjoyed sitting on a box by the stove; but the time for rest was short. The foreman drove him out, and feeling very sore and stiff, he resumed work.
About four o"clock another pang shot through him and he dropped his shovel and sat down on a heap of ties, hoping to get a few minutes"
rest before the gravel train came up. The pain was troublesome, but not dangerous. It might only bother him for a day or two, but it might last a week. Rest was the best cure, but sick men were not wanted at the camp. One must work or go, and when a cascade of gravel poured off the cars as the plow moved along he pulled himself together.
It began to rain soon afterwards and he had left his slickers at the bunk-house, but he stuck to his work, while the sweat the effort caused him ran down his face, until the whistle blew. Then he went limply up the hill to Festing"s shack.
"I thought I"d have supper with you, if you don"t mind," he said. "Felt I couldn"t stand for joining the boys. They"ve annoyed me all day and eat like hogs."
Festing gave him a sharp glance. Bob did not often lose his temper, but he looked morose.
"Of course I don"t mind. Sit down."
Charnock did so, and when Festing had filled his plate resumed: "This food is decently cooked, and I like my supper served and not thrown at me. Still, in view of what we"re charged for board, it"s annoying to think the contractor will be richer for a meal I haven"t got."
"It"s a new thing to find you parsimonious. I hope you"ll keep it up."
Charnock"s gloomy face softened. "I mean to. I"m thinking of Sadie"s feelings when I come home with a wad of five-dollar bills. She won"t be surprised; she"ll get a shock."
He talked with better humor during the meal, but was silent afterwards and sat with half-closed eyes, stretching out his feet towards the crackling logs. Although the pain had nearly gone, it would, no doubt, begin again in the morning, and he might have some trouble in hiding his weakness from the foreman. He could lay off for a day or two, but as his wages would stop and his board would be charged, it would cost him something. Besides, if he laid off once or twice, he would be told to leave.
This, however, did not account for his moodiness. He knew of no cure except rest, but it was easy to find relief; a small dose of spirit would banish the pain for a time. The remedy was dangerous, particularly to him, since it offered an excuse for repeated indulgence, and he struggled with the temptation. Liquor was difficult to get, because there was no settlement for some distance and the engineers had tried to cut off supplies, but it could be got. In fact, Charnock knew where he could buy as much whisky as he wanted, at something above its proper price. So far he had not done so, but continued self-denial would require a stern effort. A drink would banish the pain and enable him to work.
He had not known it fail since he drove over to Wilkinson"s one afternoon, when he had been loading prairie hay since early morning and had forgotten his lunch. He reached the homestead scarcely able to sit upright on the driving seat, and a man asked him what was the matter.
When Charnock told him he sent Wilkinson for whisky.
"I know all about it; the blamed thing grips me now and then if I work too hard and cut out a meal," he said. "I"ll fix you up for the rest of the day, but won"t answer for your feeling pert to-morrow."
As a matter of fact, Charnock had felt worse, but obtained relief by increasing the dose. Indeed, he had once or twice done so with unfortunate consequences; but after Sadie bought the farm and saw he led a regular life the pain had gone and had not returned until he went to work on the track. Now he was not going to give in, but did not want to talk, and was glad that Festing was occupied with some calculations and left him alone.
Next morning he felt better and had two days" ease, after which the pain wrung him for the rest of the week. Somehow he stuck to his work, and his comrades, who were rudely sympathetic, helped him to elude the foreman"s watchfulness. It was obvious that he could not keep it up, but the trouble often ended suddenly. Then an evening came when he could scarcely drag himself to the bunk-house for supper. It had rained all day and the building was overheated by a glowing stove and filled with the smell of rank tobacco and steaming clothes. Charnock could not eat the roughly served food, and for a time sat slack and limp, with the sweat upon his face, and his arms on the table. Then he got on his feet awkwardly and set off for Festing"s shack.
The rain and cold revived him, but walking was difficult, and when he reached the shack he fell into a chair. Festing was not in, and Charnock remembered he had said something about having extra work to do. It was dark, but the log fire threw out a red light, and by and by Charnock, glancing round as the shadows receded, thought there was something unusual on the table. It looked like a bottle, but they kept no liquor in the shack. Festing was abstemious but Charnock suspected that he had practised some self-denial for his sake.