It confirmed her feeling of prideful confidence in the man that the north-bound freighter should punctually show her lights around the islands and that she should pause in her majestic sweep at the signal of this pigmy craft. The ship loomed huge and black and terrifying as the launch at length drew in beneath it; its sides towered like ma.s.sive, unscalable ramparts. There was a delay; there seemed to be some querulousness on the part of the officer in command at being thus halted, some doubt about allowing strangers to come aboard. But the girl smiled to herself as the voices flung themselves back and forth through the night. Once they learned who it was that called from the sea their att.i.tude would quickly change. Sure enough, in a little while orders were shouted from the bridge; she heard men running from somewhere, and a rope ladder came swinging down. O"Neil was lifting her from her warm nest of rugs now and telling her to fear nothing. The launch crept closer, coughing and shuddering as if in terror at this close contact. There was a brief instant of breathlessness as the girl found herself swung out over the waters; then a short climb with O"Neil"s protecting hand at her waist and she stood panting, radiant, upon steel decks which began to throb and tremble to the churning engines.
One further task remained for her protector"s magic powers. It appeared that there were no quarters on the ship for women, but after a subdued colloquy between Murray and the captain she was led to the cleanest and coziest of staterooms high up near the bridge. Over the door she glimpsed a metal plate with the words "First Officer" lettered upon it.
O"Neil was bidding her good night and wishing her untroubled rest, then almost before she had accustomed herself to her new surroundings an immaculate, though sleepy, j.a.panese steward stood before her with a tray. He was extremely cheerful for one so lately awakened, being still aglow with pleased surprise over the banknote which lay neatly folded in his waistcoat pocket.
Natalie sat cross-legged on her berth and munched with the appet.i.te of a healthy young animal at the fruit and biscuits and lovely heavy cake which the steward had brought. She was very glad now that she had disobeyed her mother. It was high time, indeed, to a.s.sert herself, for she was old enough to know something of the world, and her judgment of men was mature enough to insure perfect safety--that much had been proved. She felt that her adventure had been a great success practically and romantically. She wanted to lie awake and think it over in detail, but she soon grew sleepy. Just before she dozed off she wondered drowsily if "The Irish Prince" had found quarters for himself, then reflected that undoubtedly the captain had been happy to tumble out of bed for him. Or perhaps he felt no fatigue and would watch the night through. Even now he might be pacing the deck outside her door.
At any rate, he was not far off. She closed her eyes, feeling deliciously secure and comfortable.
In one way the southern coast of Alaska may be said to be perhaps a million years younger than any land on this continent, for it is still in the glacial period. The vast alluvial plains and valleys of the interior are rimmed in to the southward and shut off from the Pacific by a well-nigh impa.s.sable mountain barrier, the top of which is capped with perpetual snow. Its gorges, for the most part, run rivers of ice instead of water. Europe has nothing like these glaciers which overflow the Alaskan valleys and submerge the hills, for many of them contain more ice than the whole of Switzerland. This range is the Andes of the north, and it curves westward in a magnificent sweep, hugging the sh.o.r.e for a thousand leagues. Against it the sea beats stormily; its frozen crest is played upon by constant rains and fogs and blizzards. But over beyond lies a land of sunshine, of long, dry, golden summer days.
Into this chaos of cliff and peak and slanting canyon, midway to the westward, is let King Phillip Sound, a sheet of water dotted with islands and framed by forests. It reaches inland with long, crooked tentacles which end like talons, in living ice. Hidden some forty miles up one of these, upon the moraine of a receding glacier, sits Cortez, a thriving village and long the point of entry to the interior, the commencement of the overland trail to the golden valleys of the Yukon and the Tanana. The Government wagon trail winds in from here, tracing its sinuous course over one pa.s.s after another until it emerges into the undulating prairies of the "inside country."
Looking at the map, one would imagine that an easier gateway to the heart of Alaska would be afforded by the valley of the Salmon River, which enters the ocean some few miles to the eastward of King Phillip Sound, but there are formidable difficulties. The stream bursts the last rampart of the Coast Range asunder by means of a canyon down which it rages in majestic fury and up which no craft can navigate. Then it spreads itself out through a dozen shallow mouths across a forty-mile delta of silt and sand and glacial wash. As if Nature feared her arctic strong-box might still be invaded by this route, she has placed additional safeguards to the approach in the form of giant glaciers, through the very bowels of which the Salmon River is forced to burrow.
In the early days of the Klondike rush men had attempted to ascend the valley, but they had succeeded only at the cost of such peril and disaster that others were warned away. The region had become the source of many weird stories, and while the ice-fields could be seen from the Kyak coal-fields, and on still days their cannonading could be heard far out at sea, there were few who had ventured to cross the forty-mile mora.s.s which lay below them and thus attempt to verify or to disprove the rumors.
It was owing to these topographical conditions that Cortez had been established as the point of entry to the interior; it was because of them that she had grown and flourished, with her sawmills and her ginmills, her docks, and her dives. But at the time when this story opens Alaska had developed to a point where an overland outlet by winter and a circuitous inlet, by way of Bering Sea and the crooked Yukon, in summer were no longer sufficient, There was need of a permanent route by means of which men and freight might come and go through all the year. The famous North Pa.s.s & Yukon Railway, far to the eastward, afforded transportation to Dawson City and the Canadian territory, and had proven itself such a financial success that builders began to look for a harbor, more to the westward, from which they could tap the great heart of Alaska. Thus it was that Cortez awoke one morning to find herself selected as the terminus of a new line. Other railway propositions followed, flimsy promotion schemes for the most part, but among them two that had more than paper and "hot air" behind them. One of these was backed by the Copper Trust which had made heavy mining investments two hundred miles inland, the other by Curtis Gordon, a promoter, who claimed New York as his birthplace and the world as his residence.
Gordon had been one of the first locaters in the Kyak coal-fields, and he had also purchased a copper prospect a few miles down the bay from Cortez, where he had started a town which he called Hope. There were some who shook their heads and smiled knowingly when they spoke of that prospect, but no one denied that it was fast a.s.suming the outward semblance of a mine under Gordon"s direction. He had erected a fine substantial wharf, together with buildings, bunk-houses, cottages, and a s.p.a.cious residence for himself; and daily the piles of debris beneath the tunnel entries to his workings grew. He paid high wages, he spent money lavishly, and he had a magnificent and compelling way with him that dazzled and delighted the good people of Cortez. When he began work on a railroad which was designed to reach far into the interior his action was taken as proof positive of his financial standing, and his critics were put down as pessimists who had some personal grudge against him.
It was up to the raw, new village of Hope, with its odor of fresh-cut fir and undried paint, that the freight-steamer with Natalie Gerard and "The Irish Prince" aboard, came gingerly one evening.
O"Neil surveyed the town with some curiosity as he approached, for Gordon"s sensational doings had interested him greatly. He was accustomed to the rapid metamorphoses of a growing land; it was his business, in fact, to win the wilderness over to order, and therefore he was not astonished at the changes wrought here during his absence.
But he was agreeably surprised at the businesslike arrangement of the place, and the evidence that a strong and practised hand had guided its development.
Even before the ship had tied up he had identified the tall, impressive man on the dock as the genius and founder of Hope, and the dark-haired, well-formed woman beside him as Natalie"s mother. It was not until they were close at hand that the daughter made her presence known; then, unable to restrain herself longer, she shrieked her greeting down over the rail. Mrs. Gerard started, then stared upward as if at an apparition; she stretched out a groping hand to Gordon, who stood as if frozen in his tracks. They seemed to be exchanging hurried words, and the man appeared to be rea.s.suring his companion. It looked very odd to O"Neil; but any suspicion that Natalie was unwelcome disappeared when she reached the dock. Her mother"s dark eyes were bright with unshed tears of gladness, her face was transfigured, she showed the strong, repressed emotion of an undemonstrative nature as they embraced.
Natalie clung to her, laughing, crying, bombarding her with questions, begging forgiveness, and babbling of her adventures. Their resemblance was striking, and in point of beauty there seemed little to choose between them. They might have been nearly of an age, except that the mother lacked the girl"s restless vivacity.
O"Neil remained in the background, like an uncomfortable bridegroom, conscious meanwhile of the searching and hostile regard of Curtis Gordon. But at last his protegee managed to gasp out in a more or less coherent manner the main facts of the shipwreck and her rescue, whereupon Gordon"s att.i.tude abruptly altered.
"My G.o.d!" he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed. "You were not on the Nebraska?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" cried Natalie. "The life-boats went off and left me all alone--in the dark--with the ship sinking! Mr. O"Neil saved me. He took me up and jumped just as the ship sank, and we were all night in the freezing water. We nearly died, didn"t we? He fainted, and so did I, mummie dear--it was so cold. He held me up until we were rescued, though, and then there wasn"t room in the life-boat for both of us. But he made them take me in, just the same, while he stayed in the water.
He was unconscious when he reached the sh.o.r.e. Oh, it was splendid!"
O"Neil"s ident.i.ty being established, and the nature of his service becoming apparent, Curtis Gordon took his hand in a crushing grip and thanked him in a way that might have warmed the heart of a stone gargoyle. The man was transformed, now that he understood; he became a geyser of eloquence. He poured forth his appreciation in rounded sentences; his splendid musical voice softened and swelled and broke with a magnificent and touching emotion. Through it all the Irish contractor remained uncomfortably silent, for he could not help thinking that this fulsome outburst was aroused rather by the man who had built the North Pa.s.s.
A crowd was collecting round them, but Gordon cleared it away with an imperious gesture.
"Come!" he said. "This is no place to talk. Mr. O"Neil"s splendid gallantry renders our mere thanks inane. He must allow us to express our grat.i.tude in a more fitting manner."
"Please don"t," exclaimed O"Neil, hastily.
"You are our guest; the hospitality of our house is yours. Hope would be honored to welcome you, sir, at any time, but under these circ.u.mstances--"
"I"m going right on to Cortez."
"The ship will remain here for several hours, discharging freight, and we insist that you allow us this pleasure meanwhile. You shall spend the night here, then perhaps you will feel inclined to prolong your stay. All that Cortez has we have in double proportion--I say it with pride. Cortez is no longer the metropolis of the region. Hope--Well, I may say that Cortez is, of all Alaskan cities, the most fortunate, since it has realized its Hope." He laughed musically. "This town has come to stay; we intend to annex Cortez eventually. If you feel that you must go on, I shall deem it a pleasure to send you later in my motor-boat. She makes the run in fifteen minutes. But you must first honor our house and our board; you must permit us to pledge your health in a gla.s.s. We insist!"
"Please!" said Mrs. Gerard.
"Do come, your Highness," Natalie urged, from the shelter of the elder woman"s arms.
"You"re more than kind," said O"Neil, and together the four turned their faces to the sh.o.r.e.
V
WHEREIN WE SEE CURTIS GORDON AND OTHERS
Curtis Gordon"s respect for his guest increased as they walked up the dock, for, before they had taken many steps, out from the crowd which had gathered to watch the ship"s arrival stepped one of his foremen.
This fellow shook hands warmly with O"Neil, whereupon others followed, one by one--miners, day laborers, "rough-necks" of many nationalities.
They doffed their hats-something they never did for Gordon--and stretched out grimy hands, their faces lighting up with smiles. O"Neil accepted their greetings with genuine pleasure and called them by name.
"We just heard you was shipwrecked," said Gordon"s foreman, anxiously.
"You wasn"t hurt, was you?"
"Not in the least."
"G.o.d be praised! There"s a lot of the old gang at work here."
"So I see."
"Here"s Shorty, that you may remember from the North Pa.s.s." The speaker dragged from the crowd a red-faced, perspiring ruffian who had hung back with the bashfulness of a small boy. "He"s the fellow you dug out of the slide at twenty-eight."
"Connors!" cried O"Neil, warmly. "I"m glad to see you. And how are the two arms of you?"
"Better "n ever they was, the both av them!" Mr. Connors blushed, doubled his fists and flexed his bulging muscles. "An" why shouldn"t they be, when you set "em both with your own hands, Misther O"Neil?
"Twas as good a job as Doc Gray ever done in the hospittle. I hope you"re doin" well, sir." He pulled his forelock, placed one foot behind the other, and tapped it on the planking, grinning expansively.
"Very well indeed, thank you."
O"Neil"s progress was slow, for half the crowd insisted upon shaking his hand and exchanging a few words with him. Clumsy Swedes bobbed their heads, dark-browed foreign laborers whose nationality it was hard to distinguish showed their teeth and chattered words of greeting.
"Bless my soul!" Gordon exclaimed, finally.
"You know more of them than I do."
"Yes! I seldom have to fire a man."
"Then you are favored of the G.o.ds. Labor is my great problem. It is the supreme drawback of this country. These people drift and blow on every breeze, like the sands of the Sahara. With more and better help I could work wonders here."
Unexpected as these salutations had been, O"Neil"s greatest surprise came a moment later as he pa.s.sed the first of the company buildings.
There he heard his name p.r.o.nounced in a voice which halted him, and in an open doorway he beheld a huge, loose-hung man of tremendous girth, with a war-bag in his hand and a wide black hat thrust back from a shiny forehead.
"Why, Tom!" he exclaimed. "Tom Slater!"