"I"m not a pessimist," he exclaimed.
"No, you"re too active to be. Pessimism is at bottom a kind of mental indolence, I"d say--an unpleasant kind."
"Some matters are not solved by action," said he. "That is, when they are out of one"s hands and in another"s."
Her attention was caught by those words, and she hung on them for a little. They distressed her; they caused her to understand the forced immobility of his face as he spoke, and wish that he would give way to his feeling. The phrase "out of one"s hands and in another"s" referred undoubtedly to Ruth Gardner. She did not trust herself to speak.
"What became of all those flowers that were in your garden last summer?" he asked, suddenly. "Do you dig up the roots, or cover them, or let them freeze? You have no idea how many times these cold days the recollection of that hour with you last summer when we walked among them recurs to me. It seems ages ago, however. That was one of the happy days, Louise."
A delicate tint of pink stole into her face. For to her also the day had been one of happiness, as clear-cut in her memory as a cameo. The thought that it and she had been dwelling in his mind produced in her breast an unaccountable agitation. The coral pink in her cheeks deepened to a flush; she lowered her eye-lashes and averted her look.
"The flowers are banked with straw, the perennials," she said, to prevent a silence.
"I shall come and see them when they"re blooming again," he stated.
"The more I recall them, the more beautiful it seems they were--yes, and the orchard, too, and the gra.s.sy ca.n.a.ls, and the sunshine that day. And you in the picture--the centre of the picture, Louise. The impressions one retains that stand out vividly in the mind are few: that is one of the number for me. But perhaps not for you."
"Oh, for me also," she exclaimed.
Bryant stared at her round forearms and hands lying on her lap, but without observing them. He had marked the quick sincerity of her response. It affected him as would her soft hand-clasp. He began to glance restlessly about the room.
The dusk of the early winter night was at hand. It had thickened in the corners and over where Mr. Graham and Dave were meditating their game in silence. The flames crackling in the fireplace intensified the forming shadows. Lee recognized that it was time to be going.
Nevertheless, he continued to linger for a while, with his eyes sometimes resting on his companion in enjoyment of her face, engaged in thought, experiencing a contentment in merely being in her presence.
"This will be another of those days," he at length remarked, in a musing tone.
His words aroused her from her own reflections.
"One for winter as well as for summer," she said, raising her look.
"Did I seem to be dreaming when you spoke? I was doing scarcely that; my mind was lulled; the quiet--the twilight--Christmas Day--they bring a soothing mood."
"Something that in a world of money, money can"t buy," Lee said. He appeared about to make a further remark, but failed to do so. His thoughts, however, had gone off somewhere, Louise observed. Then he inquired in a matter-of-fact way: "When will you ride up to camp again?"
"Not until it grows warmer. Twelve miles or more is rather too far for a canter on a sharp day."
He cast his eyes about at the strings of evergreen and the suspended red bells and holly wreaths.
"I"ll run down again, if I may, before the holidays are over," said he. "If only for another look at those things. They give a fellow a pull--out of the ditch, so to speak." And he rose.
"Come, by all means," Louise replied, with a nod.
CHAPTER XXII
A week of twenty-below-zero weather opened the month of January and halted work on the mesa. At that time four miles of ca.n.a.l remained to be dug. Bryant and Pat Carrigan sat by the stove in Lee"s shack and waited, as the whole camp waited, for the thermometer to rise. On one of these mornings, when Dave had gone across the street to the engineers" building, Lee informed the contractor that company funds were not far from exhausted and related his talk with Gretzinger before the latter"s departure for New York.
"So he would squeeze you out," Pat remarked. "What you might expect from him, nothing more! I"ve had the notion for some time that your cash was getting low, from the way the money has gone."
"I"ve spent five thousand on engineering, medical, and general accounts," Lee stated, "twenty thousand on concrete work, and paid you forty thousand. I"ve fifteen thousand left from the sale of bonds and a personal loan I obtained from McDonnell. That will pay for about two weeks" work. And I think we"ve made every dollar go as far as it would under the circ.u.mstances."
"My word for that."
"It"s this little trick of Menocal"s that"s burning up good coin.
Sixty thousand would have built the project ordinarily; my estimates were correct enough. But having to do the job in this infernal weather is what"s raising the cost forty thousand more. I feel like entering in the ledger "To account of frost--$40,000.00." Like that." Lee scribbled the line on a sheet of paper and handed it to Pat. "But there"s one thing sure, I"ll sink the last cent I have in the ground before I quit and let those Eastern pirates get their claws into me.
I"ll have you cut down your force if necessary and string the last dollar and last day"s work out till my three months" grace is up."
"Might try McDonnell for another loan," Carrigan suggested.
"I hate doing that worse than anything I know. He, not the bank, let me have that twenty thousand on my unsecured note. I had nothing to offer but my stock in this company, and until the project"s finished that"s no better than so much blank paper. Loaned it to me because of my nerve, he said. And at the time I told him it would be enough money to carry me through, which I believed. Now to go back to him again----" Lee stopped, with an expression of deep chagrin upon his face.
Pat tapped the dottle from his pipe and refilled the bowl. He glanced once or twice at the engineer during the act.
"You can make a better showing now than before," said he. "Four miles more and you"ll be to the good. One of the excitements of construction enterprises, and of irrigation projects in particular, I"ve observed, is the financing. The more often a man can go and pull his backers"
legs for cash, the better financier he is. It seems to be largely a matter of keeping at them, talking them to death, wearing them out, until they weaken and hand over the money. More than one railroad was built that way. Try it on McDonnell."
"You come with me."
"No, thank you," said Pat, with vigour.
"I thought you wouldn"t," said Lee.
He took Carrigan"s suggestion, however, and went down through the bitter cold to see the banker. But the visit was fruitless. The bank could not make the loan, and money being tight because of first of the year settlements, McDonnell was not in shape to make it personally, nor would be in time to render any a.s.sistance. He was perfectly willing, he said, to gamble another twenty thousand on Bryant"s ability to win through, but he did not have the cash. Then he went on to say that Imogene had been suffering from a slight cold, and that Ruth Gardner was visiting at present with other friends in Kennard.
Lee had had a telephone call from each of them the morning after Christmas, thanking him for his gift, and later a letter from Imogene again expressing her appreciation, with a line that a change in Mrs.
McDonnell"s plans had prevented having him with them on Christmas.
Nothing from either since. He now asked the banker to convey to Imogene his wishes for a quick recovery, then set out for camp.
Ruth--he did not even know where in town to look for Ruth, had he been so inclined. Engaged! The thing would have been amusing if it was not so horrible.
"No luck," he said to Pat, briefly, when in his shack warming his chilled body at the fire. "Your system may work in summer, but all the money is froze up at this time of year, like everything else."
At the end of the week the winter"s frigid grip on the earth relaxed and a period of mild, almost balmy days followed. Under the noon-day sun the top ground even softened a little. The camps awoke, the rested men and horses fell upon their task with new spirit, and excavation went ahead steadily. If there had been a full force, as Carrigan pointed out, he could have moved at the rate of a mile in six days instead of in eight. Still the ca.n.a.l was being built, yard by yard, rod by rod, until by the middle of January another mile of the total was finished. The two camps were now easily within sight of each other, the larger in the south, the smaller in the north, and but three miles apart across the sagebrush. Moreover, the last stones of the dam had been laid; it stood completed; and the men who had been engaged there moved down to add their strength to the north camp.
One day toward noon Lee entered his office and to his amazement found Ruth seated there, glancing over an old magazine and toasting her feet at the stove. The furs he had given her reposed on his desk, where she had laid them aside. At his entrance she sprang up, uttered a delighted exclamation, and rushing forward clasped her arms about his neck and kissed him.
"Lee, how good it seems to see you!" she said. "After so long! And I can"t thank you enough for those darling furs! I"ve thought of you so much, working up here in the cold and alone with just men. My, your face is like ice! Come to the fire. Poor thing, you look so thin and tired! I hope that soon you"ll be able to rest; I"ll make it a point to see that you do take a long vacation and rest, for you need it."
She concluded with a hug and another kiss.
"Go easy with my ears, Ruth," he said, disengaging her arms. "They were nipped the other night and are still tender. How did you get here? I thought you were in Kennard."
He led her back to her seat and began to remove his cap and long sheep-lined overcoat, saying in an undertone that the weather was really too warm for the things. Afterward he posted himself by the stove near her, where he stuffed his pipe with tobacco and began to smoke, while his eyes considered her face.
"Imo and I returned to Sarita Creek yesterday," she remarked, with an air of satisfaction. "It was good to be back, too. There has been so much going on at Kennard that I felt quite worn out; one becomes weary of too much buzzing around. I don"t want any more of it for some time.
And I missed you dreadfully, Lee!" She flashed up a smile at him, caught his hand for an instant, and gave it a squeeze. A thin stream of smoke issued from one corner of Bryant"s mouth at the action. "The people were proving somewhat tiresome also. So as the weather had moderated Imogene and I decided to return to our cabins."
"Has she recovered from her cold?" Lee inquired, raising his look to the ceiling.