"What was it I heard?" Nasmyth asked.
"Cow-bells," Lisle explained, laughing. "In this country, they generally put them on any cattle that run loose in the timber. Some adventurous rancher has located up here, though I hadn"t expected to find one so far north. Anyway, it"s a relief; he"ll no doubt be able to let us have something to eat."
They reached the man"s log house an hour later, and spent the day with him, enjoying a much needed rest. The next morning he supplied them with provisions and told them how to find a trail down to a wagon road; and, setting out, they safely reached a settlement in regular communication with the cities.
It was the settlement Lisle had expected to come to, and he found a bundle of correspondence awaiting him there. Before he opened it, however, he and Nasmyth supplied themselves with such clothing as they could obtain at the local store, and then demanded a bath at the little wooden hotel. They had some trouble in obtaining it, but Nasmyth was firm, and eventually he sat down to supper, clad in a blue shirt with scarlet tr.i.m.m.i.n.gs, extremely tight-fitting clothes and daintily-pointed shoes.
"I think I"d have done better if I"d stuck to my rags, or else bought a pair of what that fellow called river-Jacks" boots," he commented ruefully.
Lisle was similarly attired, but he was too busy with his meal to sympathize with him, and some time after it was over Nasmyth, strolling into the private room which they had obtained as a signal concession, found him writing at a littered table. Sitting down, he watched him for a while with some slight wonder. For a number of weeks, he had seen his companion handling heavy loads, cooking, and hauling canoes round rapids with the skill of a professional packer. It was hard to disa.s.sociate him from the ranges and the bush; but now, with the pile of letters before him, he had suddenly become a business man. Nasmyth saw him answer a couple in a swift, decided manner which showed that he was at home in his present occupation. It was one of the quick character-changes which, while common in the West, are apt to bewilder the more stereotyped Englishman.
"Are you coming to England with me?" Nasmyth asked at length.
"No; I"m sorry I can"t," answered Lisle, pausing, pen in hand. "This Gladwyne matter will probably take time and I have none to spare now.
There have been some unexpected developments in my affairs. I don"t know when I can get away."
Nasmyth was conscious of some relief. His companion would have to defer the prosecution of plans that threatened to cause trouble in England, which was something to be thankful for, though he had a strong sympathy for the man.
"Has it ever struck you that you might have less difficulty if you could be content with proving half of what you claim?" he asked. "It"s the more important part--I mean that your late comrade failed to find the cache."
"Half a truth is not much use--Gladwyne realized that. To declare you haven"t done the wrong is a good deal less effective than pointing to the guilty man."
"I suppose that"s correct," Nasmyth agreed. "But, after all, unless you can get hold of a list of the provisions cached--and it has most likely been destroyed--there"s only one way of substantiating your views."
"Exactly. Gladwyne"s confession will place the matter beyond all doubt."
"Do you think you will ever get it?"
Lisle"s expression hardened.
"Well," he said, "I"m going to try."
Nasmyth abandoned all attempt to daunt or dissuade him.
"Anyway," he resumed, "when you come over you must stay with me. I"m sorry we"ll have to part company to-morrow. I start east by the first train."
He strolled out into the moonlight and the keen frosty air. The little wooden town was soon left behind, and sauntering down the rough wagon road beneath towering firs, he saw the great hill summits glitter white against the sky. It was a wonderful country; the grandest he had ever traversed; but it demanded a good deal from the man who ventured into its wilds, and he was not sorry that he was turning his back on it.
Then, as he thought of the land he was bound for and recalled the tragic story of Gladwyne"s journey, he once more grew troubled. He realized the immutable sequence of cause and effect--each action had its result which must be faced however much one repented and regretted it. The deed, once done, could not be altered and, what was worse, its consequences reached out to others. Then he wondered whether Clarence had ever repented, and admitted, with a recurrence of his indignation against the man, that it was far from probable. Clarence was one who took life lightly, and although his means had been small until he came into his cousin"s possessions, he had somehow succeeded in getting what is often considered the best out of it. Self-denial in any shape was unknown to him.
The next morning Nasmyth took the train for Montreal, and about a fortnight later alighted at a little station in the north of England as the early dusk was closing in. It was a quiet evening and the soft moistness of his native air struck him as something pleasantly familiar after the keener, drier atmosphere of the Dominion. He was glad to be back again, but when he looked around, the trap waiting in the wet road outside the railings was not his own. Neither did it belong to Clarence, whom he had partly expected; but on the whole Nasmyth was glad of that.
He had not looked forward to the first meeting with Clarence with any pleasure.
In another moment, a girl came along the platform through the groups of local pa.s.sengers, who respectfully made way for her. She was tall, and her long outer garment failed to conceal her grace of movement and fine poise, though in the fading light her face was almost invisible beneath a large hat. The sight of her sent a thrill of satisfaction through the man; it was seldom that Millicent Gladwyne"s appearance was unwelcome to her friends. She approached him with outstretched hand.
"I drove over for you. Clarence couldn"t come; he was suddenly called up to town," she began. "It would have been rather lonely for you to spend the first evening by yourself at the Lodge. You will come to us?"
"Thoughtful as ever," smiled Nasmyth, with a little bow which was respectful as well as friendly. "I needn"t ask how you are; the way you walked along the platform was a testimony to our Border air."
She laughed, softly and musically.
"It is more needful to inquire how you have stood your adventures?"
"I believe I"m thinner; but that isn"t astonishing, everything considered. I suppose Clarence is getting on pretty satisfactorily?"
"Clarence? Oh, yes!" There was a hint of uncertainty in her voice which Nasmyth noticed. "He has been in town a good deal of late. But come along; the horse--he"s a new one--is rather restive. They"ll send on your things."
"The remnant of my outfit"s contained in one small bag," laughed Nasmyth; "the rest"s scattered about the hillsides of British Columbia. I was a picturesque scarecrow when I reached the settlements."
They moved away along the platform, and on reaching the trap he got up beside her and handed her the reins.
"I want to look about, if you don"t mind," he explained.
"I really think the prospect"s worth it," she replied. "Besides, Riever"s fresh and needs humoring."
She shook the whip, and as they clattered away down the steep, twisting road, Nasmyth glanced with satisfaction to left and right. He had seen wilder and grander lands, but none of them appealed to him like this high, English waste. On one hand dim black hills rose out of fleecy mist; on the other a leafless birch wood, close by, stood out in curiously fragile and delicate tracery against a paling saffron glow, though overhead the sky was barred with motionless gray cloud. A sharp smell of peat-smoke followed them as they clattered past a low white cottage with a yellow glow in one window; and then the earthy scent of rotting leaves replaced it as they plunged into the gloom of an oak wood beneath the birches. A stream splashing down a hollow made faint music in the midst of it. When they had emerged from the shadow and climbed a steep rise, wide moors stretched away in front, rising and falling in long undulations, streaked with belts of mist. The crying of restless plovers came out of the gathering dimness.
"All this is remarkably nice; though I don"t think I should have appreciated it quite so much if I"d been alone," Nasmyth said at length.
Millicent laughed lightly. She had known him since her childhood and was quite aware that he had not intended to pay her a labored compliment; they were too good friends for that. Once, indeed, he had desired a closer bond, but he had quietly acquiesced when with gentle firmness she had made it clear that she was not for him. Submission had not been easy, but he had long admitted her right to more than he could offer. In this, however, he was to some extent mistaken, because the gifts he could bring--a staunch honesty, faithfulness, and a genial nature--are not to be despised.
"Well," she replied, "I love these moors and dales, as of course you know, and I"ve become more of a stay-at-home than ever during the past year." There was a slight regretfulness in her voice which had its meaning for him. "I"m never satisfied with the drawings," she went on, "though I"ve made so many of them."
Nasmyth made a sign of comprehension. She had undertaken to finish and ill.u.s.trate her brother"s roughed-out work, a book on the fauna of the Border, and she had brought to it a fine artistic skill and patience, as well as a love of the wild creatures of the waste. It was, perhaps, a curious occupation for a young woman, but she had devoted herself to it with characteristic thoroughness.
"He wanted it to be as complete and accurate as possible," she added simply.
Her companion felt compa.s.sionate. In some respects, it was almost a pity that Millicent could not forget.
"You got my letter--the one in which I said I meant to pick up and follow out his trail?" he asked.
"Yes. I knew it would be difficult. Indeed, I was anxious about you; the wilderness has claimed so much from me. But did you--"
"I succeeded," Nasmyth answered quietly.
The nod she gave him was expressive. It meant that she had expected him to succeed; he was a man who did what he said.
"I think George should never have made that journey," she resumed. "Fond of the open as he was, he hadn"t the physical stamina. He never spared himself; he was apt to overestimate his powers."
It was spoken with a grave regretfulness that troubled Nasmyth and yet stirred him to strong appreciation of her character. With all her love for her brother, she could face the truth.
"I"ve learned that he bore everything with the fort.i.tude one would expect from him--doing his share always with the rest," Nasmyth said. "We got through a little earlier, and had better weather; but I saw enough to convince me that the difficulties George had to contend with would have killed any ordinary man."
"They did not kill Clarence."
Nasmyth once more burned with anger against the transgressor.
"No," he replied in a strained tone; "Clarence escaped."