Grenfell shrugged his shoulder.
"Told me to get out of camp right away."
Just then Colvin approached them, and his manner was for once slightly deprecatory.
"It doesn"t pay to know more than the boss," he said; and then he looked at Weston. "He has to get out. What are you going to do?"
He had Weston"s answer immediately.
"Ask you for my time."
"Well," said Colvin, with a gesture of expostulation, "I guess you know your own business. Still, I"m quite willing to keep you."
Weston thanked him, and then went with him to his shanty where he was handed a few bills, and in another hour he and Grenfell had once more strapped their packs upon their shoulders. He did not know where he was going, or what he would do, but he struck into the trail to the railroad, and it was dusk when they reached a little wooden settlement. He went into the post-office to make a few inquiries before he decided whether he should stay there that night, and the woman who kept it, recognizing him as a man from the mine, handed him a letter. When he opened it he saw, somewhat to his astonishment, that it was from Stirling. It was very terse, but it informed him that Miss Stirling and her friends purposed camping among the islands of one of the eastern lakes, which was then a rather favorite means of relaxation with the inhabitants of Toronto and Montreal. Stirling desired him to accompany the party, on terms which appeared very satisfactory, and added that if he were acquainted with another man likely to make an efficient camp attendant he could bring him along.
Weston started a little when he reached the last suggestion, for he fancied that it was Miss Stirling who had made it. He leaned on the counter for several minutes, thinking hard; and then, though he was not sure that he acted wisely, he started for the station to despatch a telegram, as Stirling had directed. The next morning the agent handed him tickets for himself and Grenfell, and they set out on the Atlantic train.
CHAPTER XIII
STIRLING LETS THINGS SLIDE
It was early evening when Weston swung himself down from the platform of the Colonist car in a little roadside station shut in by the pine bush of Ontario. There was a wooden hotel beside the track, and one or two stores; but that was all, and the fact that n.o.body except the station-agent had appeared to watch the train come in testified to the industry, or, more probably, the loneliness of the district. While Weston stood looking about him a man came out of the office, and he was somewhat astonished to find himself face to face with his employer.
The smart straw hat and light summer suit did not become the contractor. He was full-fleshed and red of face, and the artistically cut garments striped in soft colors conveyed a suggestion of ease and leisure which seemed very much out of place on him. One could not imagine this man lounging on a sunlit beach, or discoursing airily on a cool veranda.
"Got here," he said abruptly, and then swung around and looked at Grenfell. "This is the other man? Well, he can stay and bring along the baggage. There"s most a freight-car full. They"ll give him a wagon and team at the hotel."
He indicated a great pile of trunks and cases with a wave of his hand, and, seeing Weston"s astonishment, added with a twinkle in his eyes:
"My daughter and her friends are camping. They have to have these things."
Weston understood his employer"s smile. This, he recognized, was a man who could be content with essential things, and in all probability had at one time esteemed himself fortunate when he succeeded in obtaining them.
"Hadn"t I better help him load them up?" he asked.
"No," said Stirling, with a curtness at which Weston could not take offense. "He can put in the evening that way if it"s necessary. It will supple him, and I guess he needs it. I have a rig ready. You"re coming along with me."
Weston took his place in the light, four-wheeled vehicle, and found it difficult to keep it, for the trail was villainous, and Stirling drove rapidly. Their way led between shadowy colonnades of towering firs, and the fragile, two-seated frame bounced and lurched into and out of deep ruts, and over the split trees that had been laid flat-side downward in the quaggy places--like a field gun going into action was the best comparison Weston could think of. The horses, however, kept their feet, and the wheels held fast. Once, when a jolt nearly pitched him from his seat, Stirling laughed.
"After the city it"s a relief to let them out," he said. "I did this kind of thing for a living once. The mine was way back in the bush, leagues from anywhere, and I hired out as special store and despatch carrier. There was red-hot trouble unless I got through on time when the mail came in."
He drove the team furiously at an unguarded log bridge which was barely wide enough to let the wheels pa.s.s.
"It"s quite a way to the lake yet, and we want to make the camp before it"s dark," he explained. "Know anything about sailing a boat?"
Weston said that he did, and Stirling nodded.
"That"s good," he observed somewhat dryly, "so does the major man."
Weston ventured to smile at this, and once more his employer"s eyes twinkled.
"Some of you people from the old country are quite hard to amuse; though I"m open to admit that we have a few of the same kind on this side," he said. "My daughter seemed to fancy they wouldn"t find a lake camp quite right without a boat, so I sent along and bought one at Toronto. Had her put on a flat car, and hired half the teams in the district to haul her to the lake. Now, I guess there are men in this country who, if they wanted a boat, would just take an ax and whipsaw and build one out of the woods."
Weston laughed. He was commencing to understand the man better, for he had met other men of Stirling"s description in Canada. As a matter of fact, they are rather common in the Dominion, men who have had very little bestowed on them beyond the inestimable faculty of getting what they want at the cost of grim self-denial and tireless labor. Still, as it was in Stirling"s case, some of them retain a whimsical toleration for those of weaker fiber.
"It"s a bush camp?" Weston asked.
Stirling smiled good-humoredly.
"They call it that," he said. "It cost me quite a few dollars. You"ll see when you get there."
Weston was somewhat relieved when they safely accomplished the first stage of the journey, and, turning the team over to a man by the waterside, paddled off to a big, half-decked boat beautifully built and fitted in Toronto. Stirling, who admitted that he knew nothing about such matters, sat down aft and lighted a cigar, while Weston proceeded to get the tall gall mainsail and big single headsail up. He was conscious that his companion was watching him closely, and when he let go the moorings and seated himself at the tiller the latter pointed up the lake.
"About a league yet--round that long point," he said.
A moderately fresh breeze came down across the pines, and when Weston, getting in the sheet, headed her close up to it, the boat, slanting sharply, leaped forward through the smooth water. He sat a little farther to windward, and the slant of deck decreased slightly when Stirling did the same.
"You can"t head there straight?" the latter asked.
"No," said Weston, "not with the wind as it is. She"ll lie no higher."
"Well," observed Stirling, "she"s going, anyway. That pleases me. It helps one to get rid of the city. We"ll have a talk, in the meanwhile.
I sent for you before. Why didn"t you come?"
It was somewhat difficult to answer, and Weston wrinkled his forehead, stiffening his grasp on the tiller.
"I was fortunate enough to be of some little service to Miss Stirling"s friends on the range, and I fancied that because of it you meant to offer me promotion of some kind," he said.
"Well?" queried Stirling, with his eyes fixed on his companion"s face.
Weston hesitated. He could not very well tell this man that a vein of probably misguided pride rendered him unwilling to accept a favor from Ida Stirling"s father.
"I don"t think there was any obligation, sir," he said.
"That," remarked Stirling dryly, "is a kind of feeling that may trip you up some day. Still, you came this time."
"I did," said Weston. "You see, the case was rather different. You offered to hire me to do a thing I"m accustomed to. It"s my occupation."
His companion made a little sign of comprehension, though there was a faintly whimsical smile in his eyes.
"Now, you"re wondering why I brought you back east all this way?"
Weston admitted it, and the contractor fixed his eyes on him.