He was standing beside the tall figure of the missionary now, squat and st.u.r.dy, looking on with half-angry, wholly anxious eyes. His expression was characteristic of the man when he was disturbed. Father Adam"s dark eyes were surveying his outfit. There was no emotion in them. They were calm, and simply searching, in the fashion of the practised trail man.
"Say, Les, this is just the craziest thing of all your crazy life," Bat said at last, in a tone kept low for all the feeling that lay behind it.
"I tell you they"re waiting on you. They"ve got you set. Just as sure as G.o.d this"ll be your last trip. It"s kind of useless talkin" it again out here, I know. We"ve talked an" talked it in that darn sick room of yours till I"m sick to death trying to git sense into you. We know the game from A to the hindmost letter of the darn alphabet. We haven"t shouted it, you an" me, because there wasn"t need. But Idepski"s been right here since ever he got his nose on your trail. It was his gun that took you weeks back, an" sent you sick. If I know a thing he meant just to wing you, and leave you kind of helpless, so he could get hands on you when he fancied. He wants you alive, and he"s goin" to git you. Ther"s word got round you"re pulling out. It"s clear to me. A bunch of boys. .h.i.t the trail out of here three nights gone, and I"ve a notion Idepski went with "em. Are they wise you"re pulling out? Sure they are. Why, in G.o.d"s name, don"t you quit it?"
The man whom the forest world knew as Father Adam, but whom Bat knew as Leslie Standing, shrugged his shoulders.
"Why should I?" he said, his dark eyes mildly enquiring, "you can"t tell me a thing I don"t know about Idepski. I knew it was he who dropped me. I saw him that night down there and knew him right away. Maybe he can fool you with his disguises. He can"t fool me. I"d been watching him days before that."
"Why didn"t you show yourself? Why didn"t you say?"
Bat spoke fiercely in his exasperation.
The missionary smiled.
"You"d have had him shot up," he said. "I know. No. If you"d known I was around it would have queered the hand I was playing. Here, Bat, let"s get this thing right. You could shoot up a dozen Idepskis, and there"d be others to replace "em. h.e.l.lbeam"s dogs"ll never let up." He shook his head. "It"s a play that"ll go on to the--end. I know that. I tell you I"ve got past caring a curse about things. When the end comes, what does it matter! Not a thing. It"s useless talking, old friend," he said, as Bat attempted to break in, "quite useless. But don"t reckon I"m a willing quitter. I"ll play the game till it can"t be played longer. And when I"ve got to I"ll throw my hands up. Not before. But Idepski can"t follow my trail."
"But he ken cut it," Bat cried, desperation finding expression in a clenched, out-held fist.
"Can he?"
The missionary smiled confidently. And Bat suddenly flung out both hands.
"Say, Les," he cried, "do you think I want to see my partner, and best friend, hounded to a life of h.e.l.l by that swine, h.e.l.lbeam? It breaks me to death the thought of it. Man, man, it sets me nigh crazed thinking that way. Don"t I count with you? Don"t the others you came along to help count? That dandy gal I"ve heard you wish was your own daughter?
Don"t she count? Say, we"re all for you, Bull an" Nancy, an" me, just the same as the rest of the folk of the forest. Stop right here, man.
Take your place again, an" we"ll fight h.e.l.lbeam as we"ve fought his Skandinavia. Say, we"ll fight for you as we"ve never fought before.
We"ll fight him, and beat him, and keep you safe from that h.e.l.l he"s got waitin" for you. Just say the word, and stop right here. And I"ll swear before G.o.d--"
Leslie Standing raised a protesting hand. His eyes were unsmiling.
"It"s useless, old friend," he said with irrevocable decision. "You don"t know the thing you"re trying to pledge yourself to. You think me a crazy man. You think I"m just asking for the trouble h.e.l.lbeam figures to hand out to me. I"m not. I"ve got the full measure of the whole thing.
And I know the thing I"m doing doesn"t matter. I"m not going to change the plan of life I"ve laid down. I"ve learnt happiness in the forests.
The twilight of it all has been my salvation. Time was when I had other desires, other delights. They"ve long since pa.s.sed. Now there"s only one appeal to me in life. It"s the boys, the scallawags, who haunt the forest like I do. I love them. And my life"s theirs as long as h.e.l.lbeam leaves it to me. Get just that into your thick, old head, Bat, and for our last five minutes together we can talk of things more pleasant than h.e.l.lbeam."
The missionary smiled down into the strong face of his companion. And the lumberman realised the uselessness of further protest. He yielded grudgingly. He yielded because he knew and loved the man. By a great effort he turned his mind from the dread haunting it.
"You"ve got me beat, Les," he growled. Then he spat in his disgust.
The missionary nodded, and, with a gesture of the hand, he indicated the hidden mills below them.
"It"s queer the way the whole thing"s completed itself as I hoped and dreamed so long ago," he said thoughtfully. "You know, Bat, that yellow streak in me was a better thing than either of us knew. If I hadn"t had it I"d have stood my ground. I"d have fought to the end, and I"d have been beaten, and Sachigo would have crashed. Do you see that? No. That"s because you look at things with the obstinate eyes of great courage.
While I, through fear, see things as they are. We won"t debate it now.
The accomplished fact is the thing. You"ve set Sachigo on top. Sachigo will rule the Canadian forest industry. The foreigner is on the sc.r.a.p heap. We"ve helped to build something for this great old Empire of ours, and so our lives haven"t been wholly wasted. It"s good to feel that when the time comes to pay our debts. That boy Sternford"s a great feller.
I"m glad about him. Say, I felt I could cry last night when he and Nancy came along like two school-kids to tell me of the thing they"d fixed. I felt like handing them my story and claiming my place as Nancy"s stepfather. But I didn"t. You see, she"s glad about me as Father Adam, a dopey missionary. But I can see her eyes blaze up red-hot with anger at the man who took her mother from her, and denied her existence. No, it"s best that way. She"s found the man I could have chosen for her, and I"m glad. She"s a great la.s.s. She"s all her mother--and more."
Bat inclined his stubborn head. He was still thinking of the dogs, and the sled, and all they meant to him just now.
"Does she know about her share in the mills?" he asked brusquely.
The other shook his head.
"Not yet. But I"ve sent word to Charlie Nisson. He"ll be along up on the _Myra_. And when he comes she"ll know." He laughed quietly. "Say, I"d be glad to see them when they know about it--she and Bull. They"re going to be married right after Birchall"s been along and finally fixed things.
It"ll be a great day. I wonder. You know, Bat, I"d like to think Nancy--my Nancy--knows all about this. I wonder if she does. Do you think so?"
Bat turned away. His eyes were on the surrounding forest, and the white gossamer of the h.o.a.r-frost clinging to the dark foliage. He dared not trust himself to reply.
Again came the missionary"s quiet laugh.
"I wonder," he said. Then, in a moment, a curious flicker marred the calm of his eyes. "Bat, old friend," he went on, after a pause, "there"s just one thing I"m going to ask you before I pull out. It"s a promise I want. When the time comes for me to pay, will you tell her? Will you tell them both? If I"m gone will you tell them the thing you know--all of it? Don"t make me out to be any old angel I guess you"d like to paint me. Just hand "em the story of the white-livered creature I am, without the nerve of a jack-rabbit. Will you do that?"
He held out a hand from which he removed his fur mitt. Bat turned. He saw the hand, and disregarded it in a surge of feeling.
"Tell "em? Tell "em?" he cried. "Say, Les, for G.o.d Almighty"s sake don"t you pull out. You"re my friend. You"re the one feller in the world that matters a curse to me. Quit boy. Stop right here, an"--"
"Will you tell "em?"
The hand was thrust further towards the lumberman so that he could no longer ignore it.
"h.e.l.l! Yes!" he cried, in fierce mental anguish. "I"ll tell "em--if I have to." He seized the outstretched hand in both of his and gripped it with crushing force. "You"re goin"--now?"
"Sure."
Their hands fell apart. Bat"s dropped to his side like leaden weights.
"So long," he said dully, as the other took his place in the sled. Then he added, "So long, Les."
The sled needed breaking out, and the lumberman watched the operation of it without a word. His emotions were too real, to deep for anything more. He looked on while the first sharp order was flung at the dogs. He watched them leap to their feet and stand ready, great, powerful, untamed souls eager for their, task. Then the man in the sled looked round as he strung out the long lash of his short-stocked whip.
"So long, Bat," he cried smilingly. And his farewell was instantly followed by the sharp command to "mush."
Far out on the desolate highlands the dogs broke trail over a waste of virgin snow. The cold had abated, and the flurry of snow that rose up under their feet was wet and melting. The way lay through the maze of woodland bluffs which lined the upper slopes of the course of the Beaver River. Beyond them, northward, lay the windswept barrens of the highlands.
Father Adam knew the trail by heart. The maze of bluffs through which he was pa.s.sing afforded him no difficulties or anxieties. He read them with the certainty of wide and long experience. There was nothing new that Labrador had to show him. He knew it all, and revelled in the wide freedom its fierce territory afforded. The moods of the country concerned him not at all. Furious or gentle, tearful or hard with the bitterness of desperate winter, it was all one to him. He loved the twilight of its mysterious, fickle heart. It was as much his home as any place on earth.
The dogs swept on at a steady gait. The cruel whip played over furry backs, a never-ceasing threat. And so the miles were hungrily devoured.
It was the first day of freedom for dogs and man alike, and each moment of it yielded a sense of almost fierce joy.
The bluffs narrowed in, and the softer snow slowed the going. Instantly a sharp command hurled the leading dog heading for the open where the surface was hard and dry. The team swung away behind him and the sled pursued. Then the silence broke.
A shot rang out. It came from the shelter of a bluff directly ahead. The leading dog floundered. Then the brute fell with a fierce yelp, and sprawled in the snow while the others swept over his inert body. The man in the sled strove to brake the sled with the "gee-pole" which he s.n.a.t.c.hed to his aid. There was a moment of desperate struggle. Then the sled flung tail up in the air and the man was hurled headlong amidst his dogs.
Father Adam stood with mitted hands thrust up above his head. He was gazing into the smiling eyes of a man no less dark than himself. There were three others confronting him, and each was armed with a stubby, automatic pistol which covered his body.
"Guess h.e.l.lbeam"s waiting for you over the other side, Mr. Leslie Martin, or Standing, or Father Adam, as you choose to call yourself.
He"s waited a long time. But you ain"t tired him out. Guess your game"s up."
"Oh, yes?"