"No," said Nasmyth. "Any way, that is scarcely an answer. What keeps Waynefleet here? One wouldn"t fancy he likes living in the Bush."
"It"s a little curious that you haven"t heard. Anyway, somebody is bound to tell you. Waynefleet had to get out of the Old Country. Some trouble about trust-money. He came out to Victoria and set up in the land agency business, but it was his misfortune that he couldn"t keep out of politics. There are folks like that. When they can"t handle their own affairs, they"re anxious to manage those of the community.
Somebody found out the story and flung it in his face. The man hadn"t the grit in him to live it down; he struck up into the Bush and bought the half-cleared ranch."
For the next minute or two Nasmyth gazed straight in front of him with a very thoughtful face, for he had now a vague recollection of hearing or reading of the affair in which his employer had played a discreditable part. He had already decided that he was not in love with Laura Waynefleet--in fact, it was perhaps significant that he had done so more than once, but he had a warm regard for the girl who had saved his life, and, after all, his ideas were not quite so liberal as he fancied they had become in the Western forest. It was a trifle disconcerting to discover that she was the daughter of a swindler.
"It hurts?" inquired Gordon dryly.
Nasmyth rose. "To be frank," he admitted, "it does. Still, though the subject"s a rather delicate one, I don"t want you to misunderstand me.
After all, Miss Waynefleet is not in the least responsible for anything her father may have done."
"That," said Gordon, "is a sure thing. Well, I must be hitting the trail home. Aren"t you going to try for some of those trout in the pool?"
"No," answered Nasmyth, and his smile was a trifle grim; "I don"t think I am."
He watched Gordon stride away through the undergrowth, and then, in the creeping dusk, went slowly back to the ranch. Waynefleet was out when he reached it, but Laura was sitting sewing by the lamp, and she looked at him sharply when he came in. He was unpleasantly conscious that the light was on his face. Then the girl laid down her sewing and turned fully towards him.
"I saw Mr. Gordon cross the clearing. He has told you why we are living here?" she said.
"I think," said Nasmyth, with a slowness that was very expressive, "it was not done out of unkindness."
"Oh, no," and Laura smiled in a rather curious fashion, "he had probably quite another motive." Then she leaned forward a little, looking at him steadily. "I knew that he would tell you."
Nasmyth stood still, with his forehead deeply furrowed, and an unusual gravity in his eyes. The girl"s courage and serenity appealed to him, and he was conscious that his heart was beating rapidly. He said nothing, for a moment or two, and afterwards remembered how still the little room was, and how the sweet, resinous scent of the firs flowed in through the open window. Then he made a vague gesture.
"There is, perhaps, a good deal one could say; but I fancy most of it would savour of impertinence," he said. "After all, the thing doesn"t affect you in any way."
Laura glanced down at her hands, and Nasmyth guessed what she was thinking, for they were hard, and work-roughened. The toil that her hands showed was, as he realized, only a part of her burden.
"I think it affects me a very great deal," she declared slowly.
Then a curious compa.s.sion for her troubled the man. She was young and very comely, and it was, he felt, cruelly hard on her that, bearing her father"s shame, she must lead a life of hard labour at that desolate ranch. He felt an almost uncontrollable desire to comfort her, and to take her cares upon himself, but that was out of the question, since he was merely a ranch-hand, a Bush-chopper, who owed even the food he ate and the clothes he wore to her. There is, as he realized then, after all, very little one can do to lighten another"s load, but in that moment the half-formed aspirations that she had called into existence in his mind expanded suddenly. There was, he felt, no reason why he should not acquire money and influence, once he made the effort.
"Miss Waynefleet," he said haltingly, "I can only offer you my sincere sympathy. Still"--and perhaps he did not recognize how clear the connection of ideas was--"I am going down to see about that dam-building contract to-morrow."
Then Laura smiled, and took up her sewing again. Her burden, as she realized, was hers alone, but she knew that this man would no longer drift. She had called up his latent capacities, and he would prove his manhood.
CHAPTER V
THE FLOOD
The autumn afternoon was oppressively hot when Gordon, floundering among the whitened driftwood piled along the river-bank, came upon Nasmyth, who lay upon a slope of rock, with his hands, which were badly bruised, clenched upon a drill. Another man, who stood upon a plank inserted into a crevice, swung a hammer, and its ponderous head came ringing down upon the drill, which Nasmyth jerked round at every stroke, so many times to the minute, with rhythmic regularity. As Nasmyth was apparently too busily engaged just then to trouble about him, Gordon sat down on a big log, and taking out his pipe, looked about him when he had lighted it.
The river had made a gap for itself in the great forest that filled the valley, and the sombre firs that rose in serried ranks upon its farther bank rolled back up the hillside, streaked here and there with a little thin white mist. A mile or so away, and lower down the valley, there was an opening in their shadowy ma.s.ses, out of which rose the ringing of hammers and a long trail of smoke, for workmen from the cities were building the new wood-pulp mill there. In the foreground the river swirled by, frothing at flood level, for a week"s fierce sunshine had succeeded a month of torrential rain, and the snow high up on a distant peak was melting fast.
n.o.body about the little settlement at the head of the deep inlet had seen the water quite so high at that season, and Gordon noticed how it frothed and boiled about the row of stone-backed piles that stretched out from either bank. As he listened to the hoa.r.s.e roar of the pent-up torrent, he understood what that partly completed dam must have cost Nasmyth. After a little time Nasmyth rose, and, stepping on the plank, wearily straightened his back.
"We"re down far enough," he announced. "Let me have the two sticks of giant-powder, and then tell the boys to jump for cover."
The other man, who sprang down from his perch, handed him what appeared to be two thick sticks of yellow wax, and Gordon watched him as he carefully nipped a copper detonator down on a length of snaky fuse, and embedded it in the plastic material. Then he cautiously tamped the two yellow rolls down into the drilled-out hole. After that he lighted the fuse, and, clambering down the slope of rock, saw Gordon.
"We"ll get out of this. It"s a short fuse," he said.
Gordon, who was acquainted with the action of giant-powder, had no desire to stay, and they floundered as fast as possible over the driftwood and ma.s.ses of shattered rock until Nasmyth drew his companion behind a towering fir. Then there was a sharp detonation, a crash, and a shower of flying stones went smashing through the forest and into the river. One, which Gordon fancied must have weighed about two hundred pounds, drove close past them, and struck a young cedar, which snapped off beneath the impact. Then there was a sudden silence, and Nasmyth stretched out his arms with a suggestive weariness before he sat down and took out his pipe.
"No one could have expected that stone to come this way," he remarked, with a little laugh. "It"s an example of how contrary things can be.
In fact, they"ve been about as contrary as it"s possible the last month or so. As no doubt you have noticed, one very seldom gets much encouragement when he takes the uphill trail. It"s very rarely made any easier for him."
Gordon grinned, though he realized that the trail his companion had set out upon was very steep indeed. He had secured the dam-building contract, which was not astonishing, since n.o.body else appeared anxious to undertake it, and he had already acquired a certain proficiency with the axe and drill. There is as yet very little specialization in that land, which is in many respects fortunate for those who live in it, and the small rancher cheerfully undertakes any kind of primitive engineering that seems likely to provide him with a few dollars, from building timber bridges to blasting waggon roads out of the hardest rock. What is more, he usually makes a success of it.
In Nasmyth"s case, however, the rise of water had made his task almost insuperably difficult, and it had already left a certain mark on him.
Gordon, who was, after all, a doctor, naturally noticed this as he watched him.
Nasmyth was very lean now, but he was also hard and muscular, and the old blue shirt, which hung open at the neck, and torn duck trousers, which clung about him still wet with river-water, accentuated the wiry suppleness of his frame; but it was in his face that Gordon noticed the greatest change. The good-humoured, tolerant indifference he remembered had melted out of it, the lips seemed set more firmly, and the eyes were resolute and keen. Nasmyth, so Gordon noticed, had grown since he first took up his duties as Waynefleet"s hired hand. Still, though it was less apparent, the stamp of refinement and what Gordon called, for want of a better term, "sensibility," clung to him, and it seemed to the trained observer that the qualities it suggested might yet handicap his comrade in a country where the struggle with primitive forces chiefly demands from man an unreasoning animal courage. In that land the small contractor and Bush-rancher must bear the brunt on his body every day, toiling waist-deep in icy waters, or gripping the drill with bleeding hands, while each fresh misfortune that follows flood and frost is met with a further strain on weary muscles and sterner resolution. It is a fight that is usually hardest for the man who thinks, and in which the one thing that counts is the brutal, bulldog valour that takes hold and holds on in spite of each crushing blow.
"This high water," said Gordon, "has kept you back considerably."
"It has," Nasmyth replied with emphasis. "It has cost me more money that I care to figure up the last month, and we"re considerably behind. The dam"s still at the mercy of the next big flood."
"It"s a little curious that you seem to stand it better than you did the logging," said Gordon, with a quick glance at him.
Nasmyth appeared to consider this. "I do, and that"s a fact. For one thing, I"m fighting for my own hand, and no doubt that counts, though, perhaps, it doesn"t go quite far enough. After all, it"s a point you ought to know more about than I do."
His companion smiled. "I can describe the mechanical connection between the thought in a man"s brain and the movement of his muscles.
It"s comparatively simple; but when you understand that, you"re only beginning. There"s much more behind. To particularize, if you had done what you"re doing now when you were logging, it would, in all probability, have broken you up again."
Nasmyth fancied that this was correct, though, as he had admitted, he could give no reason for it. He was only conscious that he was being constrained by some new influence, and, under the pressure it laid upon him, he became almost insensible to physical weariness. He had now a motive for fighting, in place of drifting, that no mere hired hand can possess. His indolent content had been rudely dissipated, and something that had lain dormant in the depths of his nature had come uppermost. It was certainly Laura Waynefleet who had given it the first impulse, but why he had permitted her to impose her will on him was a matter that was still incomprehensible to him. Seeing that he did not answer, Gordon changed the subject.
"Some of the boys and I have been wondering how you contrived to finance the thing," he said.
Nasmyth smiled, though there was just a trace of darker colour in his face. "Well," he replied, "one can get tolerably long credit from most of the Bush stores, and Clipton has let me have provisions for the boys on quite reasonable terms. Besides, as it happens, there is money in the family. There was a time when one might have considered it almost the duty of certain relatives of mine to give me a lift, but I didn"t offer them the opportunity. I came out here and set about driving cows and chopping trees instead."
"You felt you"d sooner cut your hand off than give them a gentle hint," remarked Gordon. "It"s not an uncommon feeling, but, when you give way to it, it clears the other people. Won"t you go on?"
"When I undertook this affair, I laid the opportunity before them, and one--the last I expected anything of that kind from--sent me out a draft. He kindly pointed out that there appeared to be in me certain capabilities, which he had never supposed I possessed, and added that, if I ever really succeeded in building a dam or anything else useful, he would be pleased to take a share in my next venture. In the meanwhile, he would charge me interest on the amount of that draft.
Perhaps I may mention that the man in question was naturally the one the rest of them rather looked down upon."
Gordon laughed. "Oh, yes," he said, "I like that, naturally. I guess you would have taken their view of him once. Well, since you can put your pride in your pocket, you"re evidently growing. There"s just one way of putting anything through here, and that"s to take hold and hang right on, no matter what it costs. I guess there"s one of the boys wanting you."
A man stood knee-deep in the river waving his hand. Nasmyth rose and stretched himself.
"They seem to want me all the time from sun-up until it"s dark," he said. "In one way it"s a little curious, since there"s reason to believe that most of them know a good deal more about what we"re doing than I do myself. You"ll excuse me."
Gordon smiled as his comrade strode away. He was one who had studied human nature, and because he was well acquainted with the Bushman"s capabilities, he knew that there were also limitations to them. Even in such matters as the splitting of hard rock and the driving of ma.s.sive piles into the river-bed, the higher intelligence of the man of intellect had its effect. Gordon smoked his pipe out as he watched Nasmyth flounder into the stream among the other men, pushing a little car loaded with broken rock that apparently ran along a submerged track. Then he strolled back toward the settlement.