CHAPTER XIII
A NEW PROJECT.
Vane was sitting alone in the room set apart for the Clermont Company in Nairn"s office, when Drayton was shown in. He took the chair Vane pointed to and lighted a cigar the latter gave him.
"Now," he began with some diffidence, "you cut me off short when I met you the other day, and one of my reasons for coming over was to get through with what I was saying then. It"s just this--I owe you a good deal for taking care of Kitty; she"s very grateful, and thinks no end of you, I want to say I"ll always feel you have a claim on me."
Vane smiled at him. It was evident that Kitty had taken her lover into her confidence with regard to her trip on board the sloop, and, that she had done so said a good deal for her.
"It didn"t cost me any trouble," Vane replied. "We were coming down to Vancouver, anyway."
Drayton"s embarra.s.sment became more obvious. "It cost you some dollars; there were the tickets. Now I feel I have to----"
Vane stopped him. "When you are married to Miss Blake you can pay me back, if it will be a relief to you. When"s the wedding to be?"
"In a couple of months," said Drayton, who saw it would be useless to protest. "I"m a clerk in the Winstanley mills, and, as one of the staff is going, I"ll get a move up then. We are to be married as soon as I do."
He said a little more on the same subject, and then, after a few moments" silence added: "I wonder if the Clermont business keeps your hands full, Mr. Vane."
"It doesn"t. It"s a fact I"m beginning to regret."
Drayton appeared to consider. "Well," he said, "folks seem to regard you as a rising man with snap in him, and there"s a matter I might, perhaps, bring before you. Let me explain. I"ve taken an interest, outside my routine work in the lumber trade of this province and its subsidiary branches. I figured any knowledge I could pick up might stand me in some dollars some day. So far"--he smiled ruefully--"it hasn"t done so."
"Go on," said Vane, whose curiosity was aroused.
"Well, I think that pulping spruce--paper spruce--is likely to be scarce soon. The supply"s not unlimited and the world"s consumption is going up by jumps."
"There"s a good deal of timber you could make pulp of in British Columbia alone," Vane interposed.
"Sure. But there"s not a very great deal of spruce that could be milled into high-grade paper pulp; and it"s rapidly getting worked out in most other countries. Then, as a rule, it"s mixed up with the firs, cedars and cypresses; and that means the cutting of logging roads to each cl.u.s.ter of milling trees. There"s another point--a good deal of the spruce lies back from water or a railroad, and it would be costly to bring in milling plant or pack the pulp out."
"That"s obvious," said Vane: "for you might have to haul every pound of freight over a breakneck divide."
Drayton leaned forward confidentially. "Then if one struck high-grade paper spruce--a valley full of it--with water power and easy access to the sea, there ought to be dollars in the thing?"
"Yes," said Vane, with growing interest. "That is very probable."
"I could put you on the track of such a valley," Drayton replied.
"We had better understand each other. Do you want to sell me the information, and have you offered it to anyone else?"
His companion answered with the candour he had expected. "The one or two folks I"ve spoken to don"t seem anxious to consider it. It"s mighty hard for a small man to launch a project."
"As a rule, it is."
"Then," Drayton continued, "the idea"s not my own. It was a mineral prospector--a relative of mine--who struck the valley on his last trip.
He"s an old man, and he came down played out and sick. Now I guess he"s slowly dying." He paused a moment. "Would you like to see him?"
"I"ll go with you now, if it"s convenient," Vane replied.
They crossed the city to where a row of squalid frame shacks stood on its outskirts. In one which they entered, a gaunt man, with grizzled hair lay upon a rickety bed. A glance showed Vane that the man was very frail. Drayton, who explained the cause of his visit, motioned Vane to sit down, and the prospector fixed his eyes upon the latter.
"I"ve heard of you. You"re the man who located the Clermont--and put the project through," he said. "You had the luck. I"ve been among the ranges half my life, and you can see how much I"ve made of it. When I struck a claim worth anything, somebody else got the money."
Vane had reasons for believing that this was not an uncommon experience; but the man went on again: "Well, you look straight, and I"ve got to take some chances; it"s my last stake. We"ll get down to business; I"ll tell you about that spruce."
He spoke for a few minutes, and then asked abruptly: "What are you going to offer?"
Vane had not been certain that he would make any offer at all; but, as had befallen him before, the swift decision flashed instinctively into his mind.
"If I find that the timber and its location come up to your account of it, I"ll pay you so many dollars down--whatever we can agree upon--when I get my lease from the land office," he said. "Then I"ll make another equal payment the day we start the mill. But I don"t bind myself to record the timber or put up a mill, unless I"m convinced it"s worth while."
"I"d sooner take less dollars and a small share in the concern; and Drayton must stand in."
"It"s a question of terms," Vane replied. "I"ll consider your views."
They discussed it for a while, and when they had at length arrived at a provisional understanding, the prospector made a sign of acquiescence.
"We"ll let it go at that; but the thing will take time, and I"ll never get the money. If you exercise your option, you"ll sure pay it down to Seely?"
"Celia"s his daughter," Drayton explained. "He has no one else. She"s a waitress at the ---- House in the city." He named an hotel of no great standing. "Comes home at nights and looks after him."
Vane glanced round the room. It was evident that Celia"s earnings were small; but he noticed several things which suggested that she had lavished loving care upon the sick man, probably at the cost of severe self-denial.
"Yes," he answered; "I"ll promise that. But, as I pointed out, while we have agreed upon the two payments, I reserve the right of deciding what share your daughter and Drayton are to take afterwards within the limits sketched out. I can"t fix it definitely until I"ve seen the timber--you"ll have to trust me."
The prospector once more looked at him steadily, and then implied by a gesture that he was satisfied.
The man fumbled under his pillow, and produced a piece cut out from a map of the province, with rough pencil notes on the back of it.
"It was on my last prospecting trip I found the spruce," he said. "I"d been looking round for the Company I was with, and I figured I"d strike the coast over the range. The creeks were full of snow-water, and as I was held up here and there before I could get across, provisions began to run short. By and by I fell sick; but I had to get out of the mountains, and I was pushing on for the Strait when I struck the place where the spruce is. After that, I got kind of muddled in the head, but I went down a long valley on an easy grade and struck some Siwash curing the last of the salmon. The trouble is, I was too sick to figure exactly where the small inlet they were camped by lies. They took me back with them to their rancherie--you could find that--and sailed me across to Comox by and by. I came down on a steamboat, and the doctor told me I"d made my last journey."
Vane expressed his sympathy. The narrative has been crudely matter-of-fact, but he had been out on the prospecting trail often enough to fill in the details the sick man omitted.
"How far was the valley from the inlet?" he asked.
"I can"t tell you. I think I was four days on the trail, but it might have been more. I was too sick to remember. Anyway, there was a creek you could run the logs down."
Vane nodded. "Well," he said, "how far was the inlet from the rancherie?"
"I was in the canoe part of one night and some of the next day. Guess thirty miles wouldn"t be far out."
"That"s something to go upon."
Vane rose. "If Drayton will come along with me, I"ll send him back with a hundred dollars. It"s part of the first payment--but your getting it now should make things a little easier for Celia."
"But you haven"t located the spruce yet."