Ida, who was quite aware that the tending of cattle on trains was not a well-paid occupation, and was usually adopted only by those who desired to save the cost of a ticket, fancied that she understood why he mentioned this, and was not sure that she was pleased. It was, as she recognized, the man"s unreasonable pride which impelled him to thrust facts of that kind into the foreground. Just then, however, her father, who had waited a moment or two, stepped forward and shook hands with him.
"Where are you staying in the city?" he asked.
"At Lemoine"s boarding-house," answered Weston, mentioning a street in the French Canadian quarter, from which any one acquainted with the locality could deduce that he found it desirable to study economy.
"Doing anything here?" asked Stirling.
Weston said that he had some mining business in hand; and he looked down at his clothes, when Stirling "suggested that he should come"
home with them to supper, though, from his previous acquaintance with the man, he was not astonished at the invitation. Stirling laughed.
"That"s quite right," he said. "We call it supper, and that"s how I dress. I don"t worry about the little men when I bring them along, and the big ones don"t mind."
Weston glanced at Ida, and when he saw that she seconded the invitation, he said that he would run around to his boarding-house first to see whether there were any letters or messages for him.
Stirling made a sign of comprehension, for this was a thing he could understand. There had been a time when he had watched and waited for the commissions which very seldom came.
"Then you can come straight across as soon as you have called there,"
said Ida.
She presented him to her companion, who, it appeared, came from Toronto; and then she explained that they had climbed the mountain so that her friend might see the surroundings of the city. They walked back together until they reached a spot where two roads led downhill, and Weston left them.
It was some little time later when he reached Stirling"s house, and was left to wait a few minutes in a very artistically-furnished room.
Its floor was of polished parquetry with a few fine skins from British Columbia spread upon it here and there, and the dainty, spindle-legged chairs, the little tables, the cabinets and the Watteau figures were, he fancied, either of old French manufacture or excellent copies. The big bas.e.m.e.nt heater had apparently been extinguished, but a snapping wood-fire blazed upon the English pattern hearth, and, for the light was fading outside, it flung an uncertain, flickering radiance about the room. Weston, sitting down, contrasted its luxury with the grim bareness of his match-boarded cubicle in the boarding-house, and with the log shanties of the railroad and logging camps. He frowned as he did so, for all that his eyes rested on made unpleasantly plain the distinction between himself and the girl whose room it evidently was.
Then he rose as she came in, attired in a long, trailing dress that rustled as she moved. It seemed to become her wonderfully, and he became conscious of a faint embarra.s.sment. He had not seen her dressed in that fashion before, and, after the years that he had spent in lonely bush and noisy railroad camp, her beauty and daintiness had an almost disconcerting effect on him. She drew a low chair a little nearer the hearth, and, sinking into it, motioned to him to be seated.
"My father is busy, and Nellie Farquhar will not be down for a little while," she said. "We shall probably have half an hour to ourselves, and I want you to tell me all that you have been doing since we left you."
Weston understood that she meant to resume their acquaintance--though he was not sure that was quite the correct word for it--at the point at which it had been broken off, and he was rather glad that she asked him what he had been doing. It was a safe topic and naturally one on which he could converse, and he felt that any silence or sign of constraint would have been inadmissible.
"Oh," he said, "we went up to look for the mine again."
"You were not successful?"
"No," said Weston. "It was winter, and we had rather a rough time in the ranges. In fact, I got one foot frost-bitten, and was lame for some while afterward. It was the one I cut, which probably made it more susceptible."
His face hardened a trifle as he recalled the agony of the march back through the snowy wilderness, and the weeks he had afterward spent, unable to set his foot to the ground, in the comfortless log hotel of a little desolate settlement.
"Wasn"t it rather foolish to go up into the ranges in winter?" Ida asked.
"It was," admitted Weston, with a faint, dry smile. "Still, you see, I couldn"t stay away. The thing has become an obsession."
Ida fancied that she understood. He had on several occasions revealed to her his stubborn pride, and she knew that, whatever he thought of her, he would keep it to himself unless he found that mine. She also had some idea of what one would have to face floundering over the snow-barred pa.s.ses into the great desolation in winter time.
"Well," she asked quietly, "what did you do then?"
"We worked in a logging camp until spring, and then I went down to Vancouver to raise money for the next campaign. n.o.body seemed inclined to let me have any, for which one couldn"t very well blame them. After all," and Weston laughed softly, "the thing looks uncommonly crazy.
Later on, we got a pa.s.s to do some track-grading back east, on one of the prairie lines, and when we"d saved a few dollars I started to try my luck in Montreal."
Ida said nothing for a few moments. She could fill in most of what he left untold, and it seemed to her that one who knew how men lived in the lonely logging camps through the iron winter, or drove the new track across the prairie through the thaw slush in spring, could make an epic of such a theme. It was toil that taxed man"s utmost strength of body and mind, under the Arctic frost, and, what was even worse to bear, in half-thawed mire. She had once seen the track-graders trooping back, wet to the skin, worn out, and clogged with soil to the knees, to the reeking shanty which was filled with the foul steam of drying clothes. As the result of it all, Weston had, perhaps, saved less money than she often spent on one gown. She felt very compa.s.sionate toward him, and he was troubled by the softness in her eyes. He felt that if he watched her too closely he might lose his head.
"I tried to study a few works on trigonometry and surveying during the winter, but it was a little difficult," he said. "For one thing, if you sat near the stove in the logging shack the light was dim, and you couldn"t very well read anywhere else in the frost we had. Besides that, the boys generally insisted on everybody"s playing cards, and if any one refused they had a playful trick of throwing things at him."
The girl, who had imagination, could picture the dimly-lighted shanty and the bronzed and ragged men flinging their long boots, as well as very pointed badinage, at the comrade who tried to read. It would, she admitted, certainly be a little difficult to study trigonometry in such surroundings.
"You see, I wanted to go into the thing systematically," continued Weston, who felt that he was safest when he kept on talking. "We have decided that Verneille couldn"t have made more than forty miles from the lake, and, as he was heading south, that gives us at most a sweep of about a hundred and twenty miles to search, though the whole of it is practically a nest of mountains. As I wasn"t able to read up the subject quite as much as I should have liked, we have thought of hiring a professional surveyor and raising money enough to spend the whole summer over the thing, even if we have to let the men who help us take a share in the mine."
"I wonder whether you would be very much offended if some of your friends were to offer to bear part of the expense?" Ida asked quietly.
"I"m afraid I couldn"t permit it." The man"s face flushed. "They probably would never get their money back. After all, it"s only a wild-cat scheme."
"That doesn"t sound very convincing," said Ida. "Haven"t you another reason?"
She had expected to find the suggestion useless when she made it, for she understood his att.i.tude. He would not take her money, and that, of course, was in one respect just as she would have had it; but, on the other hand, there were so many difficulties, and probably hazards, that she could save him.
"Well," he said quietly, "it"s the only reason I can offer."
There was silence for almost half a minute, and Ida felt that it was becoming singularly uncomfortable. So much could have been said by both of them that their conversation up to this point had suggested to her the crossing of a river on very thin ice. On the surface it was smooth, but the stream ran strong below, and there was the possibility that at any moment one of them might plunge through. Pride forbade her making any deliberate attempt to break the ice, but she would not have been very sorry had it suddenly given way. The man evidently was holding himself in hand, and she felt that she must emulate his reticence. She clung to the safe topic, in which she really was interested, as he had done.
"Won"t you go on?" she asked. "You were not successful in Vancouver, and you tried to raise the money in Montreal. It"s a little difficult, isn"t it?"
"Oh, yes," said Weston, laughing, "as I"m situated, it certainly is.
Of course, a good deal depends on how you set about this kind of thing, and the correct way would have been to come in on a Pullman instead of a cattle-car, and then engage a suite of rooms at the biggest hotel. Financiers and company jobbers seem rather shy of a man who gives Lemoine"s boarding-house as his address, and some of them are not quite civil when they hear what he has to say to them. In fact, I"m afraid that I shall have to give them up in a day or two."
It was evident that he took his defeat quietly; but Ida thought that she knew what that quietness cost.
"How are you going to get back?" she asked.
She felt that it was rather a cruel question, for this was not the man to give up while he had a dollar in hand, and she was sure that he was going back to search for the mine again. Still, in one respect, she was a little vexed with him. His self-control was excellent, but there was rather too much of it.
"That," he said, with a whimsical twinkle in his eyes, "is a point that will require rather careful consideration."
Ida liked his smile, but the desire to startle him out of his reticence in one way or another became suddenly irresistible, and she changed the subject abruptly.
"I told you I was going to England," she said. "I wonder whether you would be surprised to hear that I spent a month or two at Scarthwaite Hall?"
Weston did not seem exactly astonished, but he was clearly disconcerted and off his guard.
"I heard that you did," he said.
"Then you know that I met your father and sister and didn"t keep my promise, or, at least, that I didn"t do what you wanted me to?"
"Yes," said Weston simply.
His quietness was too obvious, and she felt that it covered a good deal.
"One of them wrote you?" she asked.
"Yes," admitted Weston, "my father indulged in a few reproaches. He didn"t seem to like the notion of my having served as your camp-packer. After that, you were in London?"