"I really don"t want my due," said Witham with a deprecatory gesture as he laid the silver cup upon the stove. "Can"t we forget we are not exactly friends, just for to-night? If so, you will drink this and commence at once on the provisions--to please me!"
Maud Barrington was glad of the reviving draught, for she was very cold, but presently she held out the packet.
"One really cannot eat many crackers at once; will you help me?"
Witham laughed as he took one of the biscuits. "If I had expected any one would share my meal, I would have provided a better one. Still, I have been glad to feast upon more unappetizing things occasionally!"
"When were you unfortunate?" said the girl.
Witham smiled somewhat dryly. "I was unfortunate for six years on end."
He was aware of the blunder when he had spoken, but Maud Barrington appeared to be looking at the flask thoughtfully.
"The design is very pretty," she said. "You got it in England?"
The man knew that it was the name F. Witham his companion"s eyes rested on, but his face was expressionless. "Yes," he said. "It is one of the things they make for presentation in the old country."
Maud Barrington noticed the absence of any attempt at explanation, and having considerable pride of her own, was sensible of a faint approval. "You are making slow progress," she said, with a slight but perceptible difference in her tone. "Now, you can have eaten nothing since breakfast."
Witham said nothing, but by and by poured a little of the spirit into a rusty can, and the girl, who understood why he did so, felt that it covered several of his offences. "Now," she said graciously, "you may smoke if you wish to."
Witham pointed to the few billets left and shook his head. "I"m afraid I must get more wood."
The roar of the wind almost drowned his voice, and the birch logs seemed to tremble under the impact of the blast, while Maud Barrington shivered as she asked, "Is it safe?"
"It is necessary," said Witham, with the little laugh she had already found rea.s.suring.
He had gone out in another minute, and the girl felt curiously lonely as she remembered stories of men who had left their homesteads during a blizzard to see to the safety of the horses in a neighbouring stable, and were found afterwards as still as the snow that covered them. Maud Barrington was not unduly timorous, but the roar of that awful icy gale would have stricken dismay into the hearts of most men, and she found herself glancing with feverish impatience at a diminutive gold watch and wondering whether the cold had r.e.t.a.r.ded its progress. Ten minutes pa.s.sed very slowly, lengthened to twenty more slowly still, and then it flashed upon her that there was at least something she could do; and, sc.r.a.ping up a little of the snow that sifted in, she melted it in the can. Then she set the flask-top upon the stove, and once more listened for the man"s footsteps very eagerly.
She did not hear them, but at last the door swung open, and carrying a load of birch branches Witham staggered in. He dropped them, strove to close the door, and failed, then leaned against it, gasping, with a livid face, for there are few men who can withstand the cold of a snow-laden gale at forty degrees below.
How Maud Barrington closed the door she did not know; but it was with a little imperious gesture she turned to the man.
"Shake those furs at once," she said; and drawing him towards the stove held up the steaming cup. "Now sit there and drink it."
Witham stooped and reached out for the can, but the girl swept it off the stove. "Oh, I know the silver was for me," she said. "Still, is this a time for trifles such as that?"
Worn out by a very grim struggle, Witham did as he was bidden, and looked up with a twinkle in his eyes, when with the faintest trace of colour in her cheeks the girl sat down close to him and drew part of the fur robe about him.
"I really believe you were a little pleased to see me come back just now," he said.
"Was that quite necessary?" asked Maud Barrington. "Still, I was."
Witham made a little deprecatory gesture. "Of course," he said. "Now we can resume our former footing to-morrow, but in the meanwhile I would like to know why you are so hard upon me, Miss Barrington, because I really have not done much harm to any one at Silverdale.
Your aunt"--and he made a little respectful inclination of his head which pleased the girl--"is at least giving me a fair trial."
"It is difficult to tell you--but it was your own doing," said Maud Barrington. "At the beginning you prejudiced us when you told us you could only play cards indifferently. It was so unnecessary, and we knew a good deal about you!"
"Well," said Witham quietly, "I have only my word to offer, and I wonder if you will believe me now, but I don"t think I ever won five dollars at cards in my life."
Maud Barrington watched him closely, but his tone carried conviction, and again she was glad that he attempted no explanation. "I am quite willing to take it," she said. "Still, you can understand----"
"Yes," said Witham. "It puts a strain upon your faith, but some day I may be able to make a good deal that puzzles you quite clear."
Maud Barrington glanced at the flask. "I wonder if that is connected with the explanation, but I will wait. Now, you have not lighted your cigar."
Witham understood that the topic was dismissed, and sat thoughtfully still while the girl nestled against the birch logs close beside him under the same furs; for the wind went through the building and the cold was unbearable a few feet from the stove. The birch rafters shook above their heads, and every now and then it seemed that a roaring gust would lift the roof from them. Still the stove glowed and snapped, and close in about it there was a drowsy heat, while presently the girl"s eyes grew heavy. Finally--for there are few who can resist the desire for sleep in the cold of the North-West--her head sank back, and Witham, rising very slowly, held his breath as he piled the furs about her. That done, he stooped and looked down upon her while the blood crept to his face. Maud Barrington lay very still, the long, dark lashes resting on her cold-tinted cheeks, and the patrician serenity of her face was even more marked in her sleep. Then he turned away, feeling like one who had committed a desecration, knowing that he had looked too long already upon the sleeping girl who believed he had been an outcast and yet had taken his word; for it was borne in upon him that a time would come when he would try her faith even more severely. Moving softly, he paced up and down the room.
Witham afterwards wondered how many miles he walked that night, for though the loghouse was not longer than thirty feet, the cold bit deep; but at last he heard a sigh as he glanced towards the stove, and immediately swung round again. When he next turned, Miss Barrington stood upright, a little flushed in face, but otherwise very calm; and the man stood still, shivering in spite of his efforts, and blue with cold. The wind had fallen, but the sting of the frost that followed it made itself felt beside the stove.
"You had only your deerskin jacket--and you let me sleep under all the furs," she said.
Witham shook his head, and hoped he did not look as guilty as he felt, when he remembered that it must have been evident to his companion that the furs did not get into the position they had occupied themselves.
"I only fancied you were a trifle drowsy and not inclined to talk," he said, with an absence of concern, for which Miss Barrington, who did not believe him, felt grateful. "You see"--and the inspiration was a trifle too evident--"I was too sleepy to notice anything myself.
Still, I am glad you are awake now, because I must make my way to the Grange."
"But the snow will be ever so deep, and I could not come," said Maud Barrington.
Witham shook his head. "I"m afraid you must stay here; but I will be back with Colonel Barrington in a few hours at latest."
The girl deemed it advisable to hide her consternation. "But you might not find the trail," she said. "The ravine would lead you to Graham"s homestead."
"Still," said Witham slowly, "I am going to the Grange."
Then Maud Barrington remembered, and glanced aside from him. It was evident this man thought of everything; and she made no answer when Witham, who thrust more billets into the stove, turned to her with a little smile.
"I think we need remember nothing when we meet again, beyond the fact that you will give me a chance of showing that the Lance Courthorne, whose fame you know, has ceased to exist."
Then he went out, and the girl stood with flushed cheeks looking down at the furs he had left behind him.
CHAPTER X
MAUD HARRINGTON"S PROMISE
Daylight had not broken across the prairie, when, floundering through a foot of dusty snow, Witham reached the Grange. He was aching from fatigue and cold, and the deerskin jacket stood out from his numbed body, stiff with frost, when, leaning heavily on a table, he awaited Colonel Barrington. The latter, on entering, stared at him and then flung open a cupboard and poured out a gla.s.s of wine.
"Drink that before you talk. You look half dead," he said.
Witham shook his head. "Perhaps you had better hear me first."
Barrington thrust the gla.s.s upon him. "I could make nothing of what you told me while you speak like that. Drink it, and then sit until you get used to the different temperature."
Witham drained the gla.s.s and sank limply into a chair. As yet his face was colourless, though his chilled flesh tingled horribly as the blood once more crept into the surface tissues. Then he fixed his eyes upon his host as he told his story. Barrington stood very straight watching his visitor, but his face was drawn, for the resolution which supported him through the day was less noticeable in the early morning, and it was evident now at least that he was an old man carrying a heavy load of anxiety. Still, as the story proceeded, a little blood crept into his cheeks, while Witham guessed that he found it difficult to retain his grim immobility.