"What do you know about that canyon?" he asked.
"Not much. n.o.body knows much, for those fellows who went through in the gold rush have all left the country. Gordon"s right-of-way comes in above, and so does the Trust"s. From there on I know every foot of the ground."
"I suppose if either of them gets through to the Salmon the rest will be easy."
"Dead easy!"
"It would be shorter and very much cheaper to build from Omar, through this way."
"Of course, but neither outfit knew anything about the outlet to Omar Lake until I told them--and they knew there was the canon to be reckoned with."
"Well?"
Appleton shook his head. "Look at it! Does it look like a place to build a railroad?"
"I can"t tell anything about it, from here."
"I suppose a road could be built if the glaciers were on the same side of the river, but--they"re not. They face each other, and they"re alive, too. Listen!" The oarsmen ceased rowing at Dan"s signal, and out of the northward silence came a low rumble like the sound of distant cannonading. "We must be at least twenty miles away, in an air line.
The ice stands up alongside the river, hundreds of feet high, and it breaks off in chunks as big as a New York office-building."
"You"ve been up there?"
"No. But everybody says so, and I"ve seen glacier ice clear out here in the delta. They"re always moving, too--the glaciers themselves--and they"re filled with creva.s.ses, so that it"s dangerous to cross them on foot even if one keeps back from the river."
"How did those men get their outfits through in "98?" O"Neil queried.
"I"m blessed if I know--maybe they flew." After a moment Dan added, "Perhaps they dodged the pieces as they fell."
O"Neil smiled. He opened his lips to speak, then closed them, and for a long time kept his eyes fixed speculatively in the direction of the canyon. When he had first spoken of a route from Omar he had thrown out the suggestion with only a casual interest. Now, suddenly, the idea took strong possession of his mind; it fascinated him with its daring, its bigness. He had begun to dream.
The world owes all great achievements to dreamers, for men who lack vivid imaginations are incapable of conceiving big enterprises. No matter how practical the thing accomplished, it requires this faculty, no less than a poem or a picture. Every bridge, every skysc.r.a.per, every mechanical invention, every great work which man has wrought in steel and stone and concrete, was once a dream.
O"Neil had no small measure of the imaginative power that makes great leaders, great inventors, great builders. He was capable of tremendous enthusiasm; his temperament forever led him to dare what others feared to undertake. And here he glimpsed a tremendous opportunity. The traffic of a budding nation was waiting to be seized. To him who gained control of Alaskan transportation would come the domination of her resources. Many were striving for the prize, but if there should prove to be a means of threading that Salmon River canon with steel rails, the man who first found it would have those other railroad enterprises at his mercy. The Trust would have to sue for terms or abandon further effort; for this route was shorter, it was level, it was infinitely cheaper to improve. The stakes in the game were staggering. The mere thought of them made his heart leap. The only obstacle, of course, lay in those glaciers, and he began to wonder if they could not be made to open. Why not? No one knew positively that they were impregnable, for no one knew anything certainly about them. Until the contrary had been proven there was at least a possibility that they were less formidable than rumor had painted them.
Camp was pitched late that night far out on the flats. During the preparation of supper Murray sat staring fixedly before him, deaf to all sounds and insensible to the activities of his companions. He had lost his customary breeziness and his good nature; he was curt, saturnine, unsmiling. Appleton undertook to arouse him from this abstraction, but Slater drew the young man aside hurriedly with a warning,
"Don"t do that, son, or you"ll wear splints for the rest of the trip."
"What"s the matter with him, anyhow?" Dan inquired. "He was boiling over with enthusiasm all day, but now--Why, he"s asleep sitting up! He hasn"t moved for twenty minutes."
Tom shook his head, dislodging a swarm of mosquitoes.
"Walk on your toes, my boy! Walk on your toes! I smell something cooking--and it ain"t supper."
When food was served O"Neil made a pretense of eating, but rose suddenly in the midst of it, with the words:
"I"ll stretch my legs a bit." His voice was strangely listless; in his eyes was the same abstraction which had troubled Appleton during the afternoon. He left the camp and disappeared up the bank of the stream.
"Nice place to take a walk!" the engineer observed. "He"ll bog down in half a mile or get lost among the sloughs."
"Not him!" said Slater. Nevertheless, his worried eyes followed the figure of his chief as long as it was in sight. After a time he announced: "Something is coming, but what it is or where it"s going to hit us I don"t know."
Their meal over, the boatmen made down their beds, rolled up in their blankets, and were soon asleep. Appleton and Tom sat in the smoke of a smudge, gossiping idly as the twilight approached. From the south came the distant voice of the sea, out of the north rolled the intermittent thunder of those falling bergs, from every side sounded a harsh chorus of water-fowl. Ducks whirred past in bullet-like flight, honkers flapped heavily overhead, a pair of magnificent snow-white swans soared within easy gunshot of the camp. An hour pa.s.sed, another, and another; the arctic night descended. And through it all the mosquitoes sang their blood song and stabbed the watchers with tongues of flame.
"Happy Tom" sang his song, too, for it was not often that he obtained a listener, and it proved to be a song of infinite hard luck. Mr. Slater, it seemed, was a creature of many ills, the wretched abiding-place of aches and pains, of colics, cramps, and rheumatism. He was the target of misfortune and the sport of fate. His body was the galloping-ground of strange disorders which baffled diagnosis; his financial affairs were dominated by an evil genius which betrayed him at every turn. To top it all, he suffered at the moment a violent attack of indigestion.
"Ain"t that just my luck?" he lamented. "Old "Indy"s got me good, and there ain"t a bit of soda in the outfit."
Appleton, who was growing more and more uneasy at the absence of his leader, replied with some asperity:
"Instead of dramatizing your own discomforts you"d better be thinking of the boss. I"m going out to look for him."
"Now don"t be a dam" fool," Slater advised. "It would be worth a broken leg to annoy him when he"s in one of these fits. You"d make yourself as popular as a smallpox patient at a picnic. When he"s dreamed his dream he"ll be back."
"When will that be?"
"No telling--maybe to-night, maybe to-morrow night."
"And what are we going to do in the mean time?"
"Sit tight." Mr. Slater chewed steadily and sighed. "No soda in camp, and this gum don"t seem to lay hold of me! That"s luck!"
Darkness had settled when O"Neil reappeared. He came plunging out of the brush, drenched, muddy, stained by contact with the thickets; but his former mood had disappeared and in its place was a harsh, explosive energy.
"Tom!" he cried. "You and Appleton and I will leave at daylight. The men will wait here until we get back." His voice was incisive, its tone forbade question.
The youthful engineer stared at him in dismay, for only his anxiety had triumphed over his fatigue, and daylight was but four hours away.
O"Neil noted the expression, and said, more gently:
"You"re tired, Appleton, I know, but in working for me you"ll be called upon for extraordinary effort now and then. I may not demand more than an extra hour from you; then again I may demand a week straight without sleep. I"ll never ask it unless it"s necessary and unless I"m ready to do my share."
"Yes, sir."
"The sacrifice is big, but the pay is bigger. Loyalty is all I require."
"I"m ready now, sir."
"We can"t see to travel before dawn. Help Tom load the lightest boat with rations for five days. If we run short we"ll "Siwash" it." He kicked off his rubber boots, up-ended them to drain the water out, then flung himself upon his bed of boughs and was asleep almost before the two had recovered from their surprise.
"Five days--or longer!" Slater said, gloomily, as he and Dan began their preparations. "And me with indigestion!"
"What does it mean?" queried Appleton.
"It means I"ll probably succ.u.mb."
"No, no! What"s the meaning of this change of plan? I can"t understand it."
"You don"t need to," "Happy Tom" informed him, curtly. There was a look of solicitude in his face as he added, "I wish I"d made him take off his wet clothes before he went to sleep."