"Oh, it ain"t so far. I remember you can walk."
"I can do one or two other things. Take care you don"t hurt yourself worryin" about me."
"Hurt myself?"
"Yes. Bein" so hospittable. The way you"re pressin" me to settle right down here, near"s possible--why, it"s real touchin"."
He laughed, and went to the entrance to tic back the door-flap, which was whipping and snapping in the breeze. Heaven be praised! the night was cooler. Nig had been perplexed when he saw the pack pushed under the table. He followed his master to the door, and stood looking at the flap-tying, ears very pointed, critical eye c.o.c.ked, asking as plain as could be, "You wake me up and drag me out here into the heat and mosquitoes just to watch you doin" that? Well, I"ve my opinion of you."
"Colonel gone down?" inquired the Silesian, pa.s.sing by.
"Not yet."
"Anything I can do?" the gentleman inside was saying with a sound of effort in his voice. The lady was not even at the pains to notice the perfunctory civility.
"Well, Colonel, now you"re here, what do you think o" the Klond.y.k.e?"
"Think? Well, there"s no doubt they"ve taken a lot o" gold out o"
here."
"Reg"lar old Has Been, hey?"
"Oh, I don"t say it hasn"t got a future."
"What! Don"t you know the boom"s busted?"
"Well, no."
"Has. Tax begun it. Too many cheechalkos are finishing it. Klond.y.k.e?"
She laughed. "The Klond.y.k.e"s goin" to h.e.l.l down-grade in a hand-car."
Scowl Austin was up, ready, as usual, to relieve Seymour of half the superintending, but never letting him off duty till he had seen the new shift at work. As the Boy limped by with the German, Austin turned his scowl significantly towards the Colonel"s tent.
"Good-mornin"--good-night, I mean," laughed the lame man, just as if his tongue had not run away with him the last time the two had met. It was not often that anyone spoke so pleasantly to the owner of No. 0.
Perhaps the circ.u.mstance weighed with him; at all events, he stopped short. When the German had gone on, "Foot"s better," Austin a.s.serted.
"Perhaps it is a little," though the lame man had no reason to think so.
"Lucky you heal quick. Most people don"t up here--livin" on the stale stuff we get in this----country. Seymour said anything to you about a job?"
"No."
"Well, since you"re on time, you better come on the night shift, instead o" that lazy friend o" yours."
"Oh, he ain"t lazy--been up hours. An old acquaintance dropped in; he"ll be down in a minute."
""Tisn"t only his bein" late. You better come on the shift."
"Don"t think I could do that. What"s the matter?"
"Don"t say there"s anything very much the matter yet. But he"s sick, ain"t he?"
"Sick? No, except as we all are--sick o" the eternal glare."
The Colonel was coming slowly down the hill. Of course, a man doesn"t look his best if he hasn"t slept. The Boy limped a little way back to meet him.
"Anything the matter with you, Colonel?"
"Well, my Bonanza headache ain"t improved."
"I suppose you wouldn" like me to take over the job for two or three days?"
"You? Crippled! Look here--" The Colonel flushed suddenly. "Austin been sayin" anything?"
"Oh, I was just thinkin" about the sun."
"Well, when I want to go in out of the sun, I"ll say so." And, walking more quickly than he had done for long, he left his companion, marched down to the creek, and took his place near the puddling-box.
By the time the Boy got to the little patch of shade, offered by the staging, Austin had turned his back on the gang, and was going to speak to the gateman at the locks. He had evidently left the Colonel very much enraged at some curt comment.
"He meant it for us all," the Dublin gentleman was saying soothingly.
By-and-by, as they worked undisturbed, serenity returned. Oh, the Colonel was all right--even more chipper than usual. What a good-looking fella he was, with that clear skin and splendid colour!
A couple of hours later the Colonel set his long shovel against the nearest of the poles steadying the sluice, and went over to the staging for a drink. He lifted the can of weak tea to his lips and took a long draught, handed the can back to the Boy, and leant against the staging.
They talked a minute or two in undertones.
A curt voice behind said: "Looks like you"ve got a deal to attend to to-day, beside your work."
They looked round, and there was Austin. As the Colonel saw who it was had spoken, the clear colour in the tan deepened; he threw back his shoulders, hesitated, and then, without a word, went and took up his shovel.
Austin walked on. The Boy kept looking at his friend. What was the matter with the Colonel? It was not only that his eyes were queer--most of the men complained of their eyes, unless they slept in cabins. But whether through sun-blindness or shaken by anger, the Colonel was handling his shovel uncertainly, fumbling at the gravel, content with half a shovelful, and sometimes gauging the distance to the box so badly that some of the pay fell down again in the creek. As Austin came back on the other side of the line, he stopped opposite to where the Colonel worked, and suddenly called: "Seymour!"
Like so many on Bonanza, the Superintendent could not always sleep when the time came. He was walking about "showing things" to a stranger, "a newspaper woman," it was whispered--at all events, a lady who, armed with letters from the highest British officials, had come to "write up the Klond.y.k.e."
Seymour had left her at his employer"s call. The lady, thin, neat, alert, with crisply curling iron-gray hair, and pleasant but unmistakably dignified expression, stood waiting for him a moment on the heap of tailings, then innocently followed her guide.
Although Austin lowered his voice, she drew nearer, prepared to take an intelligent interest in the "new riffles up on Skook.u.m."
When Austin had first called Seymour, the Colonel started, looked up, and watched the little scene with suspicion and growing anger. Seeing Seymour"s eyes turn his way, the Kentuckian stopped shovelling, and, on a sudden impulse, called out:
"See here, Austin: if you"ve any complaints to make, sah, you"d better make them to my face, sah."
The conversation about riffles thus further interrupted, a little silence fell. The Superintendent stood in evident fear of his employer, but he hastened to speak conciliatory words.
"No complaint at all--one of the best hands."
"May be so when he ain"t sick," said Austin contemptuously.