At the end of the week, Driscoll went off into the bush, and after supper Thirlwell sent for Drummond. Scott was sitting near him outside the shack when the young man came up.
"If you make any fresh trouble here, you know what"s coming to you,"
Scott remarked. "Steve is a good miner and it won"t pay us to keep you and let him go."
"I guess you won"t find the boys are sorry he lit out. There"s something wrong about the man."
"If that"s so, it"s not your business," Thirlwell rejoined. "But why did you tell him he was scared of the rapid?"
Drummond sat down on a fir-stump and grinned with frank amus.e.m.e.nt. He had finished his duty until the next shift went under ground and in the meantime his employers had no authority over him. Indeed, he felt that he had conceded something by coming when he was sent for, and he might not have done so had he not liked Thirlwell.
"Because Steve certainly _was_ scared," he replied.
"How do you know this?"
"Well, I s"pose I"ve got to put you wise. I go fishing evenings, when the trout are on the feed just before it"s dusk, and I"d seen Steve prospecting round the pools among the reefs. Struck me as kind of curious, because if he was looking for something, he"d do better in daylight."
Scott glanced at Thirlwell, who remembered having come upon Driscoll when he was apparently engaged in searching the pools. It was obvious to him, and he thought to Scott, that the fellow had chosen the twilight in order to avoid being seen.
"Did Driscoll see you?" Thirlwell asked.
"I don"t know; the boys tell me he"s a trapper," Drummond answered with a smile.
"I suppose that means you kept out of sight and watched? But go on with your tale."
"One evening I was sitting among the rocks. It was very calm and getting dark when I heard a rattle and a splash. I reckoned Steve was looking hard for something if he trod on a loose stone."
Thirlwell nodded. Driscoll was a skilful trapper and a trapper does not disturb loose stones. Since he had made a noise, it was obvious that he was very much occupied, and thought himself alone. In a way, it was curious that he imagined there was n.o.body about; but although Driscoll had studied wood-craft, Drummond had, no doubt, inherited the ability to lurk unseen in the bush. Thirlwell could picture the lad crouching in the gloom of the dark pines.
"After a piece," Drummond resumed, "I got his figure against the sky, and reckoned, because he looked short, he was wading in a pool. Felt I had to see what he was looking for, but knew I couldn"t get near him along the bank. There are patches of gravel among the rocks, and the brush grows pretty thick where it gets the light at the edge of a wood."
"Willows, for the most part; they"re green, and soft, just now," Scott remarked.
"You can"t crawl through green brush without making some noise. If you watch your arms and shoulders, you can"t watch your feet."
"How"d you know that? Gone hunting often?"
"Never owned a gun," said Drummond "Still I did know."
"It doesn"t matter. Go on," said Scott, who looked at Thirlwell meaningly.
"For a while, I couldn"t see what I"d better do, and then I looked at the water. It was glimmering a few yards out, but there was a dark piece where the stream runs slack beside the rocks, and I took off my jacket and my boots."
"Why didn"t you take off all your clothes?" Scott asked.
Drummond looked at him with surprise. "I knew my skin would shine in the water."
"Yes, of course," said Scott. "Well, it was a risky swim. If you had been washed into the main stream you"d have gone much farther than you meant. Did you get near Driscoll?"
"Sure I did. An eddy swung me out and I reckoned I was going down the main rush, but I caught the back-swirl and after that kept very close along the bank. Got a knock from a boulder, but, just paddling enough to keep on top, I drifted down to where Steve stood. He was on a ledge now, and I could hardly see him against the pines, but his head was bent, as if he was looking into the water. Then I allowed I"d been a fool. I couldn"t stop unless I crawled out almost at his feet; you can"t swim against that stream. Steve doesn"t like me and there were some hefty rocks around."
Drummond paused, and Thirlwell imagined the lad had run some risk. A blow from a heavy stone would have stopped his swimming, without leaving a tell-tale mark, since his body would bear many bruises when the rapid threw it out among the eddies in the tail-pool. Thirlwell could picture the scene--the dark pines standing against the pale sky, and the dim reflection from the river; the unsuspecting man bending over the ledge; and the lad drifting noiselessly down stream, with only his head above water and his rather long hair streaking his dark face.
"Well," continued Drummond, "you see how I was fixed! I couldn"t pull out from the bank because the slack was narrow, and, if I kept on, I must pa.s.s Steve very close. I surely didn"t like it, but saw what I"d better do. He was facing down stream, turned half away from me, and I reckoned the water was about four feet deep. I"d grab his foot and pull him in. Then I"d get away while he was floundering about, while if he was too quick and gripped me, we"d be equal in the water and he"d have no rocks to throw.
"I drifted on until I could reach him and seized his foot, but the rest didn"t work out as I thought. Steve didn"t slip into the water; he kept on his feet and screamed."
"I suppose you mean he shouted," Thirlwell suggested.
"No, sir--I mean _screamed_; like a jack-rabbit in a trap. The ledge slanted awkwardly; he couldn"t turn to see what had got hold of him, and had hard work to keep his balance when an eddy swung me off the bank. I saw him stiffen as he braced himself, and guess he felt my grip get tighter through his boot, because he gave another scream, as if he was mad afraid. Then he got his other foot against something that steadied him and I saw I couldn"t pull him off. I let go and swam under water as long as I could. When I came up Steve wasn"t there, but I heard him push through the willows up the bank. He was running as if he thought he had to go for his life. Well, I got out at the next slack and went for my boots and jacket. Steve wasn"t watching; I guess he"d had enough!"
"It"s possible," Scott agreed dryly. "Do you think he saw you just before you dived?"
"He might have seen my hand; it would look whiter than my gray shirt. He certainly didn"t see my face; I didn"t mean him to."
"Well," said Scott, "it"s an amusing tale, but you had better not tell it to anybody else. Now you can go along, but see you keep out of trouble in future. If I find you talking about Driscoll, or quarreling with the boys, I"ll b.u.t.t in."
Drummond went away, and when he vanished into the shadow of the pines Thirlwell remarked: "I don"t imagine Driscoll found the thing amusing!"
"Do you think he afterwards guessed it was Drummond who got hold of him?
The young idiot gave him a hint when he taunted him with being scared."
"It"s likely," said Thirlwell. "If he did guess, it would account for his anger; the man was carried away by a rage. He looked as if he"d have killed the lad if there had been n.o.body about, and perhaps he had some excuse. He"s afraid of the river, and we have seen his imagination get the better of his pluck. I"m not surprised he got a nasty jar. Try to picture it! The growing dark; the roar of the rapid that we know he hates; and the wet hand that rose from the eddy and seized his foot."
Scott nodded. "Just so! _Whose_ hand do you imagine he thought it was?"
"I think we both suspect. But we agreed that suspicion was not enough."
"It is not enough," said Scott, who took his fishing rod from the pegs in the wall of the shack. "Well, shall we go down to the river? The trout ought to rise to-night."
CHAPTER XIX
A LOST OPPORTUNITY
The cla.s.s-room was very hot and a ray of dazzling sunshine quivered upon the diagrams on the yellow wall. An electric fan hummed monotonously and buzzing flies hovered about Agatha"s head. Her face and hands were damp as she stood with knitted brows beside a tall blackboard, looking at the drowsy girls whom she was teaching inorganic chemistry. One or two fixed their eyes on the symbols she had written; the rest had obviously given up the effort to understand the complicated formula. In fact, they did not seem to notice that she had stopped her lecture.
For a few moments she looked about and mused. With one or two exceptions, she liked her pupils, and had led them patiently along the uphill road to knowledge. They had made some progress, but she had lost her delight in leading. For one thing, few would go far, and when they left her the rest would turn aside from the laborious pursuit of science into pleasant human paths and forget all that she had taught while they occupied themselves with the care of husband and children. Moreover, she herself could not follow the climbing road to the heights where the light of knowledge burns brightest, as she once had hoped. When the school term was finished she must turn back and begin again, at the bottom, to direct the faltering steps of another band. But she sometimes wondered whether the beckoning light was not austere and cold.
She glanced at her dress. It was a neutral color and like a uniform.
After all, she had physical charm and it was sometimes irksome to wear unbecoming clothes. Then the lofty room, with its varnished desks and benches, looked bleak; her life was pa.s.sed in bare cla.s.s-rooms and echoing stone corridors. This would not have mattered had she been able to follow her bent and take the line she had once marked out; but she could not. She must give up the thought of independent research and teach for a living, cramping her talents to meet her pupils"
intelligence, until, in time, she sank to their level.
She roused herself with an effort and mechanically resumed her lecture, for her wandering thoughts now dwelt upon the foaming rivers and cool forests of the North. The cla.s.s-rooms smelt of varnish and throbbed with the monotonous rattle of the fan; in the wilds one breathed the resinous fragrance of the pines and heard the splash of running water. For all that, she must not shirk her duty and she tried to make the meaning of the symbols on the board plainer to the languid girls.
By and by she remarked that they were more alert. Some were making notes, and one or two looked past her with frank curiosity. The door was behind the board, and Agatha had heard n.o.body come in, but when she looked round she saw a gray-haired gentleman standing near the lady princ.i.p.al. He seemed to be listening to what she said and she thought his eyes twinkled as if he understood the difficulty of rousing her pupils" interest. This was somewhat embarra.s.sing; but the school was famous and visitors were now and then shown round.