"You knew him well--this Bill?" he asked.
"Oi wuz th" fur-rst whoite man he seen in th" woods th" day he stud knee-dape in th" shnow av th" tote-road, lukin" down at th" carca.s.s av D"ablish. An" from that toime on till he wint down undher th" logs we wuz loike two brothers--ondly more so."
"Pretty good man, was he?"
"A-a-h, there wuz a man!" Fallon"s big fist banged noisily upon the table, and his blue eyes lighted as he faced his employer. "Misther Appleton, ye losht a _man_ phwin th" greener wint undher. Fearin"
nayther G.o.d, man, nor th" divil, he come into th" woods, an" in wan sayson lear-rnt more about logs thin th" most av us"ll iver know."
"Moncrossen liked him--spoke very highly of him, and that is unusual with Moncrossen." Fallon"s breath whistled through his teeth at the words.
"Loiked um, did he? Sure he loiked um--loike a rabbit loikes a wolf!"
He leaned forward in his chair, punctuating his remarks with stabs of a huge forefinger upon the other"s knee.
"Misther Appleton, Moncrossen _hated um_! An" ivery man along th" river that day knows that av ut wuzn"t fer Moncrossen, th" greener"d be livin" this minit--ondly we can"t pr-roove ut. Th" boss hated um because he wuz a bether man--because he know"d he wuz a clane man, wid a foightin" hear-rt an" two fists an" th" guts to carry um t"rough. He chilled th" har-rt av th" boss th" fur-rst noight he seen um, an" from thin on th" fear wuz upon um fer th" bird"s-eye."
"The bird"s-eye?" inquired Appleton. "What do you mean?"
Fallon hesitated; his enthusiasm had carried him further than he had intended. He gazed out of the window, wondering how to proceed, when his eyes fastened upon a large, heavily bearded man who approached rapidly down the wooden sidewalk, a folded mackinaw swung carelessly across the fringed arm of his buckskin shirt.
The iron latch rattled; the man entered, closed the door behind him, and, turning, faced the two with a smile. For a long moment the men gazed at the newcomer in silence; then Fallon"s chair crashed backward upon the floor as the Irishman leaped to his feet.
"Thim _eyes_!" he cried, throwing a huge arm across the man"s shoulders and shaking him violently in his excitement. "Bill! Bill! Fer th" love av G.o.d, tell me "tis yersilf! Ye d.a.m.n" shcoundril, ain"t ye dhrounded at all, at all? An" phwere ye ben kapin" yersilf?"
Bill laughed aloud and wrung Appleton"s hand.
The lumberman had risen to his feet, staring incredulously into the other"s face while he repeated over and over again: "My boy! My boy!"
Fallon danced about, waving his arms and shouting: "Th" new camp"ll go t"rough h.e.l.l a whoopin"! Bill"ll be boss, an" th" min"ll tear out th"
bone to bate Moncrossen!"
Order was finally restored, and the three seated themselves while Bill recounted his adventures. Appleton"s brow clouded as he learned the details of the bird"s-eye plot.
"So that"s the way he worked it?" he exclaimed. "I knew that there was some bird"s-eye in the timber, and that I was not getting it. But I laid it to outside thieves--never supposed one of my own foremen was double-crossing me.
"That is Moncrossen"s finish!" he added grimly. "I need him this winter. Too many contracts to afford to do without him. In the spring, though, there will be an accounting; and mark my words, he will get what is coming to him!"
"What next--for me?" asked Bill.
Appleton smiled.
"I think Fallon has disposed of your case," he replied. "My boy, I want you to take this new camp and _get out logs_. I won"t set any specific amount, I will tell you this: I _must_ have twenty-five million feet out of the Blood River country this winter. You are the first inexperienced man I have ever placed in charge of a camp. I don"t know what you can do. I"ll take the chance. It"s up to you.
"My camps are run without interference from the office. Results count with me--not methods. Feed your crew all they can eat--of the best you can get. Knock a man down first and argue with him afterward. Let them know who is boss, and you will have no trouble. Don"t be afraid to spend money, but _get out the logs_!"
The following morning the new foreman stood upon the platform of the station as the heavy, vestibuled Imperial Limited ground to a stop, under special orders to take on the great lumberman.
"So-long, Bill!" Appleton called. "See you next month. Bringing a party into the woods for a deer-hunt. May put up at your camp for a couple of weeks."
The train pulled out for the East, leaving Bill Carmody gazing, just a shade wistfully, perhaps, at the contented-looking men and women who flashed past upon the rich plush cushions.
But as the last coach pa.s.sed he squared his shoulders with a jerk and turned quickly away.
CHAPTER x.x.xV
A HUNTING PARTY
H. D. Appleton, millionaire lumberman, sighed contentedly as he added cream to his after-dinner coffee. He glanced toward his wife, who was smiling at him across the table.
"Oh, you can drink yours black if you want to, little girl," he grinned; "but, remember "way back when we were first married and I was bossing camps for old Jimmie Ferguson, and we lived in log shacks "way up in the big woods, I used to say if we ever got where we could have cream for our coffee, I"d have nothing else to ask for?
"Well, to this day, drinking cream in my coffee is my idea of the height of luxury. This is all right, and I enjoy it, too, I suppose."
He indicated with a wave of his black cigar the rich furnishings, the heavy plate and cut-gla.s.s that adorned the dining-room. "But, somehow, nothing makes me feel _successful_ like pouring real cream into my coffee."
The gray-haired "little girl" laughed happily.
"You never have quite grown up, Hubert," she replied. "Did you have a hard trip, dear? The three weeks you have been away have seemed like three months to me."
"No, no! I had a good trip. It looked rather hopeless at first, trying to establish a new camp, with no one really capable of running it; but just at the last minute--You remember the man I told you about last fall--the young fellow who throttled that scoundrel after the wreck in the Chicago railroad yards, and who refused to tell me his name until after he had made good?"
"Yes--he was drowned last spring, wasn"t he? Poor boy, I have often wondered who he was--a gentleman, you said?"
"By gad, he"s more than a gentlemen--he"s a _man_! And he wasn"t drowned at all. Got rescued somehow by an old squaw and her daughter.
His leg was broken, and when he got well he stayed in the woods and looked after the camp all summer; and not only that, he recovered fifty-two bird"s-eye maple logs that had been stolen by some of my own men.
"He found me in Creighton, and I made him boss of the new camp. He"s a winner, and the men will work for him till they drop."
"Oh, by the way, Hubert," said Mrs. Appleton. "Mr. Sheridan called up a day or two ago and wanted to know when you would return. He said you and he had planned a deer-hunt this fall."
"Yes; we"ll go about the first of the month. It"s been a good while since Ross Sheridan and I have had a hunt together; not since the old days on the Crow Wing. Remember the time Ross and I got lost, and nearly scared you womenfolks to death?"
"Indeed I do. I never will forget that blizzard, and those three awful days--we had been married only six months, and Mary Sheridan and I were the only women in the camp.
"I remember how good all the men were to us--telling us you were in no danger, and not to worry--and all during the storm they were searching the woods in squads. Oh, it was awful! And yet----" Her voice trailed into silence, and she stared a long time into the open fire that blazed in the huge fireplace.
"And yet, what, little girl," asked Appleton, smiling fondly upon her--"what are you thinking about? Come, tell me."
She turned her eyes toward him, and the man detected a wistful look in them.
"I was thinking, dear, of how happy we were those three years we spent "way up in the timber while you were getting your start. Not that we haven"t always been happy," she hastened to add, "because we have. We couldn"t have been happier unless--unless--some children had come. But, dear, those days when we were so poor and had to work so hard, and every dollar counted--and we had to do without things we both wanted, and sometimes things we really needed.
"And, oh, Hubert dear, do you remember the organ? And how long it took us to save up the sixty dollars? And how I cried half the night for pure joy when you brought it home on the ox-sled? And how I used to play in the evenings, and the Sheridans were there, and the men would come and listen, and their big voices would join in the singing, and how sometimes a man would draw a rough sleeve across his eyes when he thought no one was looking--do you remember?"
"Yes, yes, yes--of course I remember!" The lumberman"s voice was suspiciously gruff. "Seems almost like another world." His wife suddenly stretched her arms towards the open fire: