"Oh," he said, "don"t you know? Did you never feel, even in winter in Montreal, when you had skating-rinks, toboggan-slides, snow-shoe meets, and sleigh-rides to keep you amused, that it was all growing tiresome and very stale? Haven"t you felt that you wanted something--something you hadn"t got and couldn"t define--though you might recognize it when you found it?"
Once more Ida"s eyebrows straightened. He was going rather deeper than she had supposed him capable, though she was not altogether unacquainted with the restlessness he had described. Weston glanced at her face, and nodded.
"Well," he said, "that"s very much what happens to the rancher and the track-grader every now and then; and when it does he goes up into the bush--prospecting. Still, I think you were wrong when you said that we seldom bring back anything. Did you bring nothing down with you from the quiet and the glimmering moonlight up yonder above the timber line?"
His companion looked up across the climbing forest to the desolation of rock and snow through which she had wandered with him a little while ago. It had been her first ascent, and she now felt the thrill of achievement and remembered how she had come down that apparently endless slope in the darkness. The feat looked almost impossible, by daylight. Then she remembered also how her nerves had tingled, and the curious sense of exaltation that had come over her as she crept along the dizzy edge of the great rock scarp in the moonlight, far above the unsubstantial ghosts of climbing trees. For the time being, it had proved stronger than weariness or the sense of personal danger, and she had a vague fancy that the memory of it would always cling to her.
"Yes," she said, "I think I brought down something, or rather it attached itself to me. What is it?"
Weston spread out his hands with a boyish laugh.
"How should I know? Its glamour and mystery, perhaps. Still, though the prospector knows it, everybody can"t feel it. One must have sympathy. It would make itself felt by you."
The girl"s face checked him. She felt that there was a subtle bond of mutual comprehension between her and this stranger; but she was not prepared to admit it to him; and he recognized that he had, perhaps, gone further than was advisable.
"Still," he continued, "though it"s plainest up on the high peaks, the bush is full of it. You can recognize it everywhere. Listen!"
Ida did so. She heard the hoa.r.s.e fret of the river, and the faint elfin sighing high up in the top of the firs.
It was the old earth music, and it drowned the recollection of social conventions and caste distinctions. It was the same to camp-packer and rich contractor"s daughter. As Ida listened it seemed to stir the primitive impulses of her human nature. She took alarm and stopped her ears to it.
"Is it wise to listen?" she asked. "It leads to nothing but restlessness."
"It seldom leads to any material benefit," Weston admitted. "After all, I think, one has to be a vagabond before one can properly appreciate it."
"You seem sure of that?" Ida"s curiosity to know more of him would not permit her to avoid the personal application.
"I"m afraid there must be a little of the vagabond in me," said Weston, with a smile. "Once I walked into Winnipeg without a dollar, and was fortunate in hiring myself to add up figures in a big flour-mill. The people for whom I worked seemed quite pleased with the way I did it, and paid me reasonably. I lived in a big boarding-house like a rabbit-warren. Through the thin part.i.tions I could hear the people all about me stirring in their sleep at night. I went to the mill in a crowded car every morning, and up to the office in an elevator. I stayed with it just a month, and then I broke out."
"Broke out?" said Ida.
"Threw the flour-mill people"s pens across the office. You see, I was getting sick for room and air. I presented the concern with my last week"s stipend, and a man at the boarding-house with my city clothes."
"What did you do then?"
"Took the trail. There was limitless prairie straight on in front of me. I walked for days, and slept at night wherever I could find a bluff. I could hear the little gra.s.ses whispering when I lay half-awake, and it was comforting to know that there were leagues and leagues of them between me and the city. I drove a team for a farmer most of that season. Then I went on to a track that they were strengthening and straightening in this province. It ran between the rock and the river, and the snow hadn"t gone. We worked waist-deep in it part of the time, and thawed out every stick of giant-powder at the fire. The construction boss was a hustler, and he drove us mercilessly. We toiled raw-handed, worn-out and savage, and he drove us all the harder when one of the boys tried to brain him."
"And you never longed to be back in the office at the flour-mill?"
Weston laughed.
"Didn"t you find those sleigh-rides, skating-rinks, and even the trips west in your father"s private car, grow exceedingly tame?"
"Ah," said Ida, "you must remember that I have never known anything else."
"Then you have only to wait a little. It"s quite certain that you won"t be able to say that some day."
It seemed to Ida inadvisable to pursue the subject further, though she was not sure that he wished to do so.
"How did you expend your energy after you left the track?" she asked.
"I don"t quite remember. Drove horses, went about with a thrashing outfit, hewed logs for bridges--but haven"t I talked too long about myself? You have told me nothing of--Montreal."
Ida risked a chance shot.
"Don"t you know that kind of life? It must be very much the same as the one your people lead in England. It doesn"t count that their amus.e.m.e.nts are slightly different."
Weston foiled her again.
"Well," he said, with an air of reflection, "I don"t quite think it is; but perhaps I"m prejudiced. I wheeled sc.r.a.p-iron at the rolling-mills when I was in Montreal."
He leaned farther back against the tree, with a little whimsical smile. It was pleasant to appear as a modern Ulysses in the eyes of a very pretty girl, but he had, as she was quick to recognize, taken up the role unconsciously.
"Where are you going next?" she asked.
"I shall probably go off prospecting if I can raise the money. That is partly why I hope that Major Kinnaird will keep me as long as he camps out in the bush."
Ida laughed.
"I think you may count on that. He is rather pleased with you. In fact, I heard him say that if he"d had you in India he would have made a capable sergeant of you."
She saw a shadow creep into his face, and wondered what had brought it there, for she did not know that in his younger days he had thought of Sandhurst. Then, seeing that he did not answer, she rose.
"Well," she said, "Arabella is probably wanting me."
He watched her move away among the great fir trunks, and then took out his pipe with a little sigh. Still he had, or so he fancied, sense enough to refrain from allowing his thoughts to wander in her direction too frequently, and, soothed by the murmur of the river, he presently went to sleep. When he awakened it was time to see that the Indians got supper ready.
During the evening, Stirling reached the camp; and when the Siwash who had poled his canoe up the river had drawn it out, they sat down somewhat limply on the shingle, for he had as usual traveled with feverish haste. He stayed until the next day, which was rather longer than any of them expected; and it was not by accident that he came upon Weston alone before he went away. The latter was then engaged in lighting a fire, and his employer sat down on a fir branch and quietly looked him over.
"Foot getting better?" he asked.
"I think it is," said Weston.
Stirling nodded.
"I understand that you have been of some service to these people; and they"re my daughter"s friends," he said. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"No," replied Weston, "I don"t think there is."
The contractor looked at him steadily for a moment or two.
"Well," he said, "if anything strikes you, there"s no reason why you shouldn"t let me know. Feeling anxious to get back to the track?"
Weston"s eyes twinkled.
"I don"t think I am."
"Then you may stay right where you are, and take care of my daughter.
If she wants to climb mountains or shoot rapids, it"s to be done; but you"ll fix things so it can be done safely. You"re in charge of this outfit, and not that major man."