"Maybe it will b.u.t.t and b.u.t.t against the tree until it dislodges a limb from high among the branches, and the limb will fall to the ground and crush, shall we say--the waiting wolf? And, maybe the calf will b.u.t.t, learn that the tree is immovable, swallow its hurt, and pa.s.s on, giving the tree a wide berth--pa.s.s on into the quagmire, with the wolf licking his chops, as grinning, he points out the way."
Chloe, in spite of herself, was intensely interested.
"But," she asked, "you are quite sure the tree is immovable?"
"Quite sure."
"Suppose, however, that this particular tree is rotten--rotten to the heart? That the very roots that hold it in place are rotten? And that the moose-calf b.u.t.ts "til he b.u.t.ts it down--what then?"
There was a gleam of admiration in MacNair"s eyes as he answered:
"If the tree is rotten it will fall. But it will fall to the mighty push o" the winds o" G.o.d--and not to the puny b.u.t.t of a moose-calf!"
Chloe Elliston was silent. The man was speaking again. "Good day to you, madam, or miss, or whatever one respectfully calls a woman. As I told you, I have known no women. I have lived always in the North.
Death robbed me of my mother before I was old enough to remember her.
The North, you see, is hard and relentless, even with those who know her--and love her."
The girl felt a sudden surge of sympathy for this strange, outspoken man of the Northland. She knew that the man had spoken, with no thought of arousing sympathy, of the dead mother he had never known.
And in his voice was a note, not merely of deep regret, but of sadness.
"I am sorry," she managed to murmur.
"What?"
"About your mother, I mean."
The man nodded. "Yes. She was a good woman. My father told me of her often. He loved her."
The simplicity of the man puzzled Chloe. She was at a loss to reply.
"I think--I believe--a moment ago, you asked my name."
"No."
"Oh!" The lines about the girl"s mouth tightened. "Then I"ll tell you. I am Chloe Elliston--_Miss_ Chloe Elliston. The name means nothing to you--now. A year hence it will mean much."
"Aye, maybe. I"ll not say it won"t. More like, though, it will be forgot in half the time. The North has scant use for the pa.s.sing whims o" women!"
CHAPTER VII
THE MASTER MIND
After the visit of MacNair, Chloe noticed a marked diminution in the anxiety of Lapierre to resume his interrupted journey. True, he drove the Indians mercilessly from daylight till dark in the erection of the buildings, but his air of tense expectancy was gone, and he ceased to dart short, quick glances into the North, and to scan the upper reach of the river.
The Indians, too, had changed. They toiled more stolidly now with apathetic ears for Lapierre"s urging, where before they had worked in feverish haste, with their eyes upon the edges of the clearing. It was obviously patent that the canoemen shared Lapierre"s fear and hatred of MacNair.
In the late afternoon of the twelfth day after the rolling of the first log into place, Chloe accompanied Lapierre upon a tour of inspection of the completed buildings. The man had done his work well. The school-house and the barracks with the dining-room and kitchen were comfortably and solidly built; entirely sufficient for present needs and requirements. But the girl wondered at the trading-post and its appendant store-house they were fully twice the size she would have considered necessary, and constructed as to withstand a siege.
Lapierre had built a fort.
"Excellent buildings; and solid as the Rock of Gibraltar, Miss Elliston," smiled the quarter-breed, as with a wave of his hand he indicated the interior of the trading-room.
"But, they are so big!" exclaimed the girl, as her glance swept the s.p.a.cious fur lofts, and the ample areas for the storing of supplies.
She was concerned only with the size of the buildings. But her wonder would have increased could she have seen the rows of loopholes that pierced the thick walls--loopholes crammed with moss against the cold, and with their openings concealed by cleverly fitted pieces of bark.
Lapierre"s smile deepened.
"Remember, you told me you intend to sell to all alike, while your goods last. I know what that will mean. It will mean that you will find yourself called upon to furnish the supplies for the inhabitants of several thousand square miles of territory. Indians will travel far to obtain a bargain. They look only at the price--never at the quality of the goods. That fact enables us free-traders to live. We sell cheaper than the H.B.C.; but, frankly, our goods are cheaper. The bargains are much more apparent than real. But, if I understand your position, you intend to sell goods that are up to H.B.C. standard at actual cost?"
Chloe nodded: "Certainly."
"Very well, then you will find that these buildings which look so large and commodious to you now, must be crowded to the ceiling with your goods, while the walls of your fur lofts will fairly bulge with their weight of riches. Fur is the "cash" of the North, and the trader must make ample provision for its storage. There are no banks in the wilderness; and the fur lofts are the vaults of the traders."
"But, I don"t want to deal in fur!" objected the girl. "I--since you have told me of the terrible cruelty of the trappers, I _hate fur_! I want nothing to do with it. In fact, I shall do everything in my power to discountenance and discourage the trapping." Lapierre cleared his throat sharply--coughed--cleared it again. Discourage trapping--north of sixty! Had he heard aright? He swallowed hard, mumbled an apology anent the inhalation of a gnat, and answered in all seriousness.
"A worthy object, Miss Elliston--a very worthy object; but one that will require time to consummate. At present the taking of fur is the business of the North. I may say, the only business of thousands of savages whose very existence depends upon their skill with the traps.
Fur is their one source of livelihood. Therefore, you must accept the condition as it exists. Think, if you refused to accept fur in exchange for your goods, what it would mean--the certain and absolute failure of your school from the moment of its inception. The Indians could not grasp your point of view. You would be shunned for one demented. Your goods would rot upon your shelves; for the simple reason that the natives would have no means of buying them. No, Miss Elliston, you must take their fur until such time as you succeed in devising some other means by which these people may earn their living."
"You are right," agreed Chloe. "Of course, I must deal in fur--for the present. Reform is the result of years of labour. I must be patient.
I was thinking only of the cruelty of it."
"They have never been taught," said Lapierre with a touch of sadness in his tone. "And, while we are on the subject, allow me to advise you to retain LeFroy as your chief trader. He is an excellent man, is Louis LeFroy, and has had no little experience."
"Do you think he will stay?" eagerly asked the girl. "I should like to retain, not only LeFroy but a half-dozen others."
"It shall be as you wish. I shall speak to LeFroy and select also the pick of the crew. They will be glad of a steady job. The others I shall take with me. I must gather my fur from its various _caches_ and freight it to the railway."
"You are going to the railway! To civilization?"
"Yes, but it will take me three weeks to make ready my outfit. And in this connection I may be of further service to you. I must depart from here tonight. Instruct LeFroy to make out his list of supplies for the winter. Give him a free hand and tell him to fill the store-rooms.
The goods you have brought with you are by no means sufficient. Three weeks from today, if I do not visit you in the meantime, have him meet me at Fort Resolution, and I shall be glad to make your purchases for you, at Athabasca Landing and Edmonton."
"You have been very good to me. How can I ever thank you?" cried the girl, impulsively extending her hand. Lapierre took the hand, bowed over it, and--was it fancy, or did his lips brush her finger-tips?
Chloe withdrew the hand, laughing in slight confusion. To her surprise she realized she was not in the least annoyed. "How can I thank you,"
she repeated, "for--for throwing aside your own work to attend to mine?"
"Do not speak of thanking me." Once more the man"s eyes seemed to burn into her soul, "I love you! And one day my work will be your work and your work will be mine. It is I who am indebted to you for bringing a touch of heaven into this drab h.e.l.l of Northern brutishness. For bringing to me a breath of the bright world I have not known since Montreal--and the student days, long past. And--ah--more than that--something I have never known--love. And, it is you who are bringing a ray of pure light to lighten the darkness of my people."
Chloe was deeply touched. "But I--I thought," she faltered, "when we were discussing the buildings that day, you spoke as if you did not really care for the Indians. And--and you made them work so hard----"
"To learn to work would be their salvation!" exclaimed the man. "And I beg you to forget what I said then. I feared for your safety. When you refused to allow me to build the stockade, I could think only of your being at the mercy of Brute MacNair. I tried to frighten you into allowing me to build it. Even now, if you say the word----"
Chloe interrupted him with a laugh. "No, I am not afraid of MacNair--really I am not. And you have already neglected your own affairs too long."
The man a.s.sented. "If I am to get my furs to the railway, do my own trading, and yours, and return before the lake freezes, I must, indeed, be on my way."
"You will wait while I write some letters? And you will post them for me?"
Lapierre bowed. "As many as you wish," he said, and together they walked to the girl"s cabin whose quaint, rustic veranda overlooked the river. The veranda was an addition of Lapierre"s, and the cabin had five rooms, instead of three.