"Hush! Do you want us to come again?" Natalie demanded.
"Yes! Again and again!" He nodded vigorously. "I dare say I was getting careless. I pay more attention to the men"s quarters than to my own. Do you know--this is the first hint of home I"ve had since I was a boy?
And--it"s mighty agreeable." He stared wistfully at the feminine touches on all sides.
The bride settled herself with needle and thread, saying:
"Now take Eliza to the bridge while the light is good; she wants to snap-shoot it. I"m going to sew on b.u.t.tons and enjoy myself."
O"Neil read agreement in Eliza"s eyes, and obeyed. As they neared the river-bank the girl exclaimed in surprise; for up out of the frozen Salmon two giant towers of concrete thrust themselves, on each bank were ma.s.sive abutments, and connecting them were the beginnings of a complicated "false-work" structure by means of which the steel was to be laid in place. It consisted of rows upon rows of piling, laced together with an intricate pattern of squared timbers. Tracks were being laid upon it, and along the rails ran a towering movable crane, or "traveler," somewhat like a tremendous cradle. This too was nearing completion. Pile-drivers were piercing the ice with long slender needles of spruce; across the whole river was weaving a gigantic fretwork of wood which appeared to be geometrically regular in design.
The air was noisy with the cries of men, and a rhythmic thudding, through which came the rattle of winches and the hiss of steam. Over the whole vast structure swarmed an army of human ants, feeble pygmy figures that crept slowly here and there, regardless of their dizzy height.
"Isn"t it beautiful?" said the builder, gazing at the scene with kindling eyes. "We"re breaking records every day in spite of the weather. Those fellows are heroes. I feel guilty and mean when I see them risking life and limb while I just walk about and look on."
"Will it--really stand the break-up?" asked the girl. "When that ice goes out it will be as if the solid earth were sliding down the channel. It frightens me to think of it."
"We"ve built solid rock; in fact, those piers are stronger than rock, for they"re laced with veins of steel and anch.o.r.ed beneath the river-bed."
But Eliza doubted. "I"ve seen rivers break, and it"s frightful; but of course I"ve never seen anything to compare with the Salmon.
Suppose--just suppose there should be some weak spot--"
O"Neil settled his shoulders a little under his coat. "It would nearly kill Mellen--and Parker, too, for that matter."
"And you?"
He hesitated. "It means a great deal to me. Sometimes I think I could pull myself together and begin again, but--I"m getting old, and I"m not sure I"d care to try." After a pause he added a little stiffly, as if not quite sure of the effect of his words: "That"s the penalty of being alone in life, I suppose. We men are grand-stand players: we need an audience, some one person who really cares whether we succeed or fail.
Your brother, for instance, has won more in the building of the S. R. & N. than I can ever hope to win."
Eliza felt a trifle conscious, too, and she did not look at him when she said: "Poor, lonely old Omar Khayyam! You deserve all Dan has. I think I understand why you haven"t been to see us."
"I"ve been too busy; this thing has kept me here every hour. It"s my child, and one can"t neglect his own child, you know--even if it isn"t a real one." He laughed apologetically. "See! there"s where we took the skiff that day we ran Jackson Glacier. He"s harmless enough now. You annoyed me dreadfully that morning, Eliza, and--I"ve never quite understood why you were so reckless."
"I wanted the sensation. Writers have to live before they can write.
I"ve worked the experience into my novel."
"Indeed? What is your book about?"
"Well--it"s the story of a railroad-builder, of a fellow who risked everything he had on his own judgment. It"s--you!"
"Why, my dear!" cried O"Neil, turning upon her a look of almost comic surprise. "I"m flattered, of course, but there"s nothing romantic or uncommon about me."
"You don"t mind?"
"Of course not. But there ought to be a hero, and love, and--such things--in a novel. You must have a tremendous imagination."
"Perhaps. I"m not writing a biography, you know. However, you needn"t be alarmed; it will never be accepted."
"It should be, for you write well. Your magazine articles are bully."
Eliza smiled. "If the novel would only go as well as those stories I"d be happy. They put Gordon on the defensive."
"I knew they would."
"Yes. I built a nice fire under him, and now he"s squirming. I think I helped you a little bit, too."
"Indeed you did--a great deal! When you came to Omar I never thought you"d turn out to be my champion. I--" He turned as Dr. Gray came hurrying toward them, panting in his haste.
The doctor began abruptly:
"I"ve been looking for you, Murray. The men are all quitting."
O"Neil started. "All quitting? What are you talking about?"
"There"s a stampede--a gold stampede!"
Murray stared at the speaker as if doubting his own senses.
"There"s no gold around here," he said, at last.
"Two men came in last night. They"ve been prospecting over in the White River and report rich quartz. They"ve got samples with "em and say there are placer indications everywhere. They were on their way to Omar to tell their friends, and telephoned in from here. Somebody overheard and--it leaked. The whole camp is up in the air. That"s what brought out that gang from town this morning."
The significance of the incidents which had troubled him earlier in the day flashed upon O"Neil; it was plain enough now why his men had been gossiping and buying dogs and fur robes. He understood only too well what a general stampede would mean to his plans, for it would take months to replace these skilled iron-workers.
"Who are these prospectors?" he inquired, curtly.
"n.o.body seems to know. Their names are Thorn and Baker. That gang from Omar has gone on, and our people will follow in the morning. Those who can"t sc.r.a.pe up an outfit here are going into town to equip. We won"t have fifty men on the job by to-morrow night."
"What made Baker and Thorn stop here?"
Gray shrugged. "Tired out, perhaps. We"ve got to do something quick, Murray. Thank G.o.d, we don"t have to sell "em grub or haul "em to Omar.
That will check things for a day or two. If they ever start for the interior we"re lost, but the cataract isn"t frozen over, and there"s only one sled trail past it. We don"t need more than six good men to do the trick."
"We can"t stop a stampede that way."
Dr. Gray"s face fell into harsh lines. "I"ll bend a Winchester over the first man who tries to pa.s.s. Appleton held the place last summer; I"ll guarantee to do it now."
"No. The men have a right to quit, Stanley. We can"t force them to work. We can"t build this bridge with a chain-gang."
"Humph! I can beat up these two prospectors and ship "em in to the hospital until things cool down."
"That won"t do, either. I"ll talk with them, and if their story is right--well, I"ll throw open the commissary and outfit every one."
Eliza gasped; Gray stammered.
"You"re crazy!" exclaimed the doctor.
"If it"s a real stampede they"ll go anyhow, so we may as well take our medicine with a good grace. The loss of even a hundred men would cripple us."
"The camp is seething. It"s all Mellen can do to keep the day shift at work. If you talk to "em maybe they"ll listen to you."