Witham did not answer for a moment and then he laughed. "I fancy Colonel Barrington is wrong," he said. "Don"t you think there are latent capabilities in every man, though only one here and there gets an opportunity of using them? In any case, wouldn"t it be pleasanter for any one to feel that his virtues were his own and not those of his family?"
Miss Barrington"s eyes twinkled but she shook her head. "That," she said, "would be distinctly wrong of him, but I fancy it is time we were getting on."
In another few minutes Colonel Barrington took up the reins, and as they drove slowly past the wheat his niece had another view of the toiling teams. They were moving on tirelessly with their leader in front of them, and the rasp of the knives, trample of hoofs, and clash of the binders" wooden arms once more stirred her. She had heard those sounds often before, and attached no significance to them; but now she knew a little of the stress and effort that preceded them; she could hear through the turmoil the exultant note of victory.
Then the wagon rolled more slowly up the rise and had pa.s.sed from view behind it when a mounted man rode up to Witham with an envelope in his hand.
"Mr. Macdonald was in at the settlement, and the telegraph clerk gave it him," he said. "He told me to come along with it."
Witham opened the message, and his face grew grim as he read, "Send me five hundred dollars. Urgent."
Then he thrust it into his pocket and went on with his harvesting, when he had thanked the man. He also worked until dusk was creeping up across the prairie before he concerned himself further about the affair; and then the note he wrote was laconic.
"Enclosed you will find fifty dollars, sent only because you may be ill. In case of necessity, you can forward your doctor"s or hotel bills," it ran.
It was with a wry smile he watched the man ride off towards the settlement with it. "I shall not be sorry when the climax comes," he said. "The strain is telling."
In the meanwhile, Sergeant Stimson had been quietly renewing his acquaintance with certain ranchers and herders of sheep scattered across the Albertan prairie some six hundred miles away. They found him more communicative and cordial than he used to be, and with one or two he unbent so far as, in the face of regulations, to refresh himself with whisky which had contributed nothing to the Canadian revenue. Now, the lonely ranchers have, as a rule, few opportunities of friendly talk with anybody, and as they responded to the sergeant"s geniality, he became acquainted with a good many facts, some of which confirmed certain vague suspicions of his, though others astonished him. In consequence of this, he rode out one night with two or three troopers of a Western squadron.
His apparent business was somewhat prosaic. Musquash, the Blackfoot, in place of remaining quietly on his reserve, had in a state of inebriation reverted to the primitive customs of his race, and taking the trail not only annexed some of his white neighbours" ponies and badly frightened their wives, but drove off a steer with which he feasted his people. The owner, following, came upon the hide, and Musquash, seeing it was too late to remove the brand from it, expressed his contrition, and pleaded in extenuation that he was rather worthy of sympathy than blame, because he would never have laid hands on what was not his had not a white man sold him deleterious liquor. As no white man is allowed to supply an Indian with alcohol in any form, the wardens of the prairie took a somewhat similar view of the case; and Stimson was, from motives which he did not mention, especially anxious to get his grip upon the other offender.
The night when they rode out was very dark, and they spent half of it beneath a birch bluff, seeing nothing whatever, and only hearing a coyote howl. It almost appeared that there was something wrong with the information supplied them respecting the probable running of another load of prohibited whisky, and towards morning Stimson rode up to the young commissioned officer.
"The man who brought us word has either played their usual trick and sent us here while his friends take the other trail, or somebody saw us ride out and went south to tell the boys," he said. "Now, you might consider it advisable that I and one of the troopers should head for the ford at Willow Hollow, sir."
"Yes," said the young officer, who was quite aware that there was as yet many things connected with his duties he did not know. "Now I come to think of it, Sergeant, I do. We"ll give you two hours, and then, if you don"t turn up, ride over after you; it"s condemnably shivery waiting for nothing here."
Stimson saluted and shook his bridle, and rather less than an hour later faintly discerned a rattle of wheels that rose from a long way off across the prairie. Then he used the spur, and by and by it became evident that the drumming of their horses" feet had carried far, for though the rattle grew a little louder there was no doubt that whoever drove the wagon had no desire to be overtaken. Still, two horses cannot haul a vehicle over a rutted trail as fast as one can carry a man, and when the wardens of the prairie raced towards the black wall of birches that rose higher in front of them, the sound of wheels seemed very near. It, however, ceased suddenly, and was followed by a drumming that could only have been made by a galloping horse.
"One beast!" said the Sergeant. "Well, they"d have two men, anyway, in that wagon. Get down and picket. We"ll find the other fellow somewhere in the bluff."
They came upon him within five minutes endeavouring to cut loose the remaining horse from the entangled harness in such desperate haste that he did not hear them until Stimson grasped his shoulder.
"Hold out your hands," he said. "You have your carbine ready, trooper?"
The man made no resistance, and Stimson laughed when the handcuffs were on.
"Now," he said, "where"s your partner?"
"I don"t know that I mind telling you," said the prisoner. "It was a low down trick he played on me. We got down to take out the horses, when we saw we couldn"t get away from you, and I"d a blanket girthed round the best of them, when he said he"d hold him while I tried what I could do with the other. Well, I let him, and the first thing I knew he was off at a gallop, leaving me with the other kicking devil two men couldn"t handle. You"ll find him rustling south over the Montana trail."
"Mount and ride!" said Stimson, and when his companion galloped off turned once more to his prisoner.
"You"ll have a lantern somewhere, and I"d like a look at you," he said. "If you"re the man I expect, I"m glad I found you."
"It"s in the wagon," said the other dejectedly.
Stimson got a light, and when he had released and picketed the plunging horse, held it so that he could see his prisoner. Then he nodded with evident contentment.
"You may as well sit down. We"ve got to have a talk," he said.
"Well," said the other, "I"d help you to catch Harmon if I could, but I can prove he hired me to drive him over to Kemp"s in the wagon, and you"d find it difficult to show I knew what there was in the packages he took along."
Stimson smiled dryly. "Still," he said, "I think it could be done, and I"ve another count against you. You had one or two deals with the boys some little while ago."
"I"m not afraid of your fixing up against me anything I did then,"
said the other man.
"No?" said Stimson. "Now, I guess you"re wrong, and it might be a good deal more serious than whisky-running. One night a man crawled up to your homestead through the snow, and you took him in."
He saw the sudden fear in his companion"s face before he turned it from the lantern.
"It has happened quite a few times," said the latter. "We don"t turn any stranger out in this country."
"Of course!" said the Sergeant gravely, though he felt a little thrill of content as he saw the shot, he had been by no means sure of, had told. "That man, however, had lost his horse in the river, and it was the one he got from you that took him out of the country. Now, if we could show you knew what he had done, it might go as far as hanging somebody."
The man was evidently not a confirmed law-breaker, but merely one of the small farmers who were willing to pick up a few dollars by a.s.sisting the whisky-runners now and then, and he abandoned all resistance.
"Sergeant," he said, "it was most a week before I knew, and if anybody had told me at the time I"d have turned him out to freeze before I"d have let him have a horse of mine."
"That wouldn"t go very far if we brought the charge against you," said Stimson grimly. "If you"d sent us word when you did know, we"d have had him."
"Well," said the man, "he was across the frontier by that time, and I don"t know that most folks would have done it, if they"d had the warning the boys sent me."
Stimson appeared to consider for almost a minute, and then gravely rapped his companion"s arm.
"It seems to me that the sooner you and I have an understanding, the better it will be for you," he said.
They were some time arriving at it, and the Sergeant"s superiors might not have been pleased with all he promised during the discussion.
Still, he was flying at higher game and had to sacrifice a little, while he knew his man.
"We"ll fix it up without you, as far as we can; but if we want you to give evidence that the man who lost his horse in the river was not Farmer Witham, we"ll know where to find you," he said. "You"ll have to take your chance of being tried with him, if we find you trying to get out of the country."
It was half an hour later when the rest of the troopers arrived, and Stimson had some talk with their officer aside.
"A little out of the usual course, isn"t it?" said the latter. "I don"t know that I"d have countenanced it, so to speak, off my own bat at all, but I had a tolerably plain hint that you were to use your discretion over this affair. After all, one has to stretch a point or two occasionally."
"Yes, sir," said Stimson; "a good many now and then."
The officer smiled a little and went back to the rest. "Two of you will ride after the other rascal," he said. "Now look here, my man; the first time my troopers, who"ll call round quite frequently, don"t find you about your homestead, you"ll land yourself in a tolerably serious difficulty. In the meanwhile, I"m sorry we can"t bring a charge of whisky-running against you, but another time be careful who you hire your wagon to."
Then there was a rapid drumming of hoofs as two troopers went off at a gallop, while when the rest turned back towards the outpost, Stimson rode with them, quietly content.
CHAPTER XXIII
THE REVELATION